The location where Qin Yi fell was very interesting.
Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, and she also had no strength.Qin Yi fell down and his head hit her leg, at least he didn't knock it directly into the pile of rocks.
His head felt comfortable, and Meng Qingying groaned and was hit in great pain.
What a pig's head, you're so hard!
Qin Yi's eyes moved and glanced at her without responding.
In fact, I didn’t even have the strength to speak, and I struggled to move my fingers.
Liusu had told him that he could use the Demon-killing Sword to destroy himself once. Without personally experiencing it, he would have known that he would be so useless. His meridians and even his dantian were all twisted, just like a twist.
Qin Xin Yu Huiyang is still too forced. It would be good if you don’t have any life to exchange it... It’s still the gentle painting of senior sister... Unfortunately, it’s not a magic weapon. After using it these two times, the painting is useless.
So it is impossible for a young monk Feng Chu to abuse people everywhere with his ancestor's Qianyuan treasure. The gap is too big and he can't control it at all.
This is not important anymore. After all, the magic weapon belongs to you. This is just a serious overdraw, not a backlash and injury. If you can rest well, it will be easy to recover.
What is really important is that Meng Qingying's injury was not so serious that he could not even move his fingers, at least she could still speak.
So Meng Qingying can kill him at this moment.
This is not the charming love that he had with Minghe at the time. This witch is the enemy... She has always wanted to kill him. Is this the best opportunity?
The air calmed down for a moment.
Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi who was pillowing on his legs and said nothing for a while.
Qin Yi didn't say anything, and was ready to let Liusu suddenly launch a soul attack.
Meng Qingying suddenly said: Why did you try your best to save me?
Qin Yi: ?
Saving Mao Ah, he thought about cooperating with Meng Qingying's sneak attack and killing Guan Ji. God knows that she is running for life!
Meng Qingying said again: Are you afraid... your fellow disciples come down to kill you?
Qin Yi's throat moved, and after resting for a while, he could barely speak: He didn't dare.
It’s better to be afraid of him than to be afraid of you...
Well... he didn't dare. If Ju Yunxiu looked back at him, he would die miserably. Huiyang chased him, his fellow disciples would not tolerate him. The palace master was furious and despised the world... So he didn't dare to show up for such a good opportunity.
Meng Qingying smiled: But he can ask the emperor to send someone to kill you. If you and I will die at this moment.
Qin Yi stopped talking.
Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality. The ambush and Lingxu reversal in the treasure house were written by Zheng Yunyi.
He dared not kill himself, but he could easily kill someone with a knife.
Meng Qingying whispered: Actually... I can protect you at this moment, which is considered to be worthy of your gratitude for saving each other. From now on, you and I will never owe each other.
With the words, a seal had formed on her hands.
The dragon of luck that had already lost control like a kite suddenly roared to the sky.
She was trying to recall this dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.
There is no need to control the puppets. As long as this dragon protects them, no one can touch them in the whole battle. It is not difficult to drag them until they recover some of their combat power.
Originally, Meng Qingying could have left by the dragon, but this was indeed to protect him and not to owe favors.
But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed drastically, and she sprayed out another mouthful of blood, making Qin Yi full of all his anger.
Qin Yi asked in surprise: What's wrong?
Someone is countering my dragon!Meng Qingying replied in a daze: Zheng Yunyi sneaked into me because of this!
When Guanji broke out of the ruins, he saw Zheng Yunyi standing on the undestroyed pillar of the high platform, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.
Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi tsk: The golden elixir is broken... If no one saves you, you will die.The powerful power of Tengyun’s sixth level was beaten like this by two people who practiced far inferior to you... Meng Qingying was still hurt, which is really unimaginable.
Seeing the silent face was like gold paper, I walked over with old age: Help me.
How to help you?
I know that your Medical Bu Ma Suan Sect has elixirs, so I will give me a protective elixir...
The Yuangu Dan can only barely save your life. It is not good to be able to recover your cultivation.
If you live, you will be rewarded after returning to the temple.
Then you can repay it now.
Before Guan Ji could react, Zheng Yunyi reached out and grabbed Guan Ji, put him in his palm out of thin air, waved his hand and threw him directly towards the dragon of luck in the air.
Guan Ji suddenly realized what he wanted to do and screamed sadly: Zheng Yunyi, you must die a bad death...
Before he finished speaking, a divine light had already shrunk from Zheng Yunyi's palm, covering the dragon of luck.
The dragon's body shook a lot and automatically counterattacked. A strange star light flashed by, and Guan Ji had been dismembered into flesh.
The power of luck shows backfire... Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: It's indeed a terrible thing. Even the luck of this cultivator who once reached the Tengyun level could not bear it, and it was crushed like this...
That's right, what he wants is Guanji Zeng Datengyun's power of luck, not the body that is almost dead.
From the very beginning, his plan was to make both sides suffer losses.
Tengyun's luck offset the first wave of the most fierce backlash, and the subsequent backlash had been much softer, within his controllable range.
They would have used this kind of fortune to treat the astrological signs.But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's fortune of refining Qi as a puppet. He can't control the dragon of luck, he wants to absorb the fortune.
Under normal circumstances, he cannot capture the luck of a country's mountains and rivers and luck, but now there happened to be a witch solidifying it into shape. When will this peach be picked not be picked?
At least half of the time he fought with Qin Yi was lost to luck. While Zheng Yunyi wanted to kill Qin Yi with a knife, he also realized the importance of luck, which were two major reasons why he came to do it.
Zheng Yunyi opened his five fingers, and some suction seemed to appear in his palm. A little starlight appeared on the virtual dragon, which penetrated into his palm bit by bit and penetrated into his body.
At this time, Meng Qingying's brand summoning was conveyed, and the Xulong roared to the sky, almost leaving his absorption.Zheng Yunyi's expression darkened, and he threw out a piece of tortoise shell to block the Xulong.
Hexagram: Walking on frost, hard ice comes.
Meng Qingying's summoning was like hitting an ice wall, and the last bit of thought that he had finally condensed was rewind back.
At the same time, there were shouts of killing outside Qianlong Temple, and soldiers and horses entered the temple to capture the demon.
Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly and the situation was completed.
Meng Qingying fell down slanted like a wandering stream, and the final backlash of thought power really made her fall into a desperate situation.
The body was already toxic and raging, and it had not been dissolved, and it had been barely fighting and unable to recover; she also used her ultimate move with injuries and used her unbearable move to fight back and forth. The last bit of mental power communication puppet was forcibly cut off and rewind. The mental damage was even more serious than the physical injury, so severe that she almost fainted on the spot, and forced herself to support it with a little perseverance.
There were also voices coming from afar, and soldiers came, everything seemed to be the end of the world.
Qin Yi, I didn’t expect that I would die with you.Meng Qingying smiled miserably: Maybe I am overestimating my abilities and should not have any idea of the dragon of luck. This disaster should be caused.
Qin Yi said in a deep voice: Did you give up?This is not like Meng Qingying I know.
Meng Qingying whispered: I don’t have the strength anymore, I can’t do it at all.
What's going on with you and this dragon?Qin Yi asked: It should be almost controlled by you. What is the difference in the last step?
The poor bridge of souls is now considered a pet that I have been domesticated, not a puppet with spiritual connections.I originally wanted to take it away, find land to practice and practice for a long time to truly become my puppet, but it is impossible now...
The bridge of soul... Can this construction only last for a long time?
Of course there are shortcuts... If there is a treasure, you can directly penetrate the underworld, and the gods and ghosts meet and enlighten its true spirit, and you can build a bridge of souls and become a true dragon puppet... Meng Qingying shook her head and said: Don’t think about it, something like Devil May Cry Jade is hard to come by.
Before he finished speaking, he saw Qin Yi take out a black jade and send it to her: Is this the case?
Meng Qingying widened her eyes, not knowing where the strength came from, so she suddenly sat up.
Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, and she also had no strength.Qin Yi fell down and his head hit her leg, at least he didn't knock it directly into the pile of rocks.
His head felt comfortable, and Meng Qingying groaned and was hit in great pain.
What a pig's head, you're so hard!
Qin Yi's eyes moved and glanced at her without responding.
In fact, I didn’t even have the strength to speak, and I struggled to move my fingers.
Liusu had told him that he could use the Demon-killing Sword to destroy himself once. Without personally experiencing it, he would have known that he would be so useless. His meridians and even his dantian were all twisted, just like a twist.
Qin Xin Yu Huiyang is still too forced. It would be good if you don’t have any life to exchange it... It’s still the gentle painting of senior sister... Unfortunately, it’s not a magic weapon. After using it these two times, the painting is useless.
So it is impossible for a young monk Feng Chu to abuse people everywhere with his ancestor's Qianyuan treasure. The gap is too big and he can't control it at all.
This is not important anymore. After all, the magic weapon belongs to you. This is just a serious overdraw, not a backlash and injury. If you can rest well, it will be easy to recover.
What is really important is that Meng Qingying's injury was not so serious that he could not even move his fingers, at least she could still speak.
So Meng Qingying can kill him at this moment.
This is not the charming love that he had with Minghe at the time. This witch is the enemy... She has always wanted to kill him. Is this the best opportunity?
The air calmed down for a moment.
Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi who was pillowing on his legs and said nothing for a while.
Qin Yi didn't say anything, and was ready to let Liusu suddenly launch a soul attack.
Meng Qingying suddenly said: Why did you try your best to save me?
Qin Yi: ?
Saving Mao Ah, he thought about cooperating with Meng Qingying's sneak attack and killing Guan Ji. God knows that she is running for life!
Meng Qingying said again: Are you afraid... your fellow disciples come down to kill you?
Qin Yi's throat moved, and after resting for a while, he could barely speak: He didn't dare.
It’s better to be afraid of him than to be afraid of you...
Well... he didn't dare. If Ju Yunxiu looked back at him, he would die miserably. Huiyang chased him, his fellow disciples would not tolerate him. The palace master was furious and despised the world... So he didn't dare to show up for such a good opportunity.
Meng Qingying smiled: But he can ask the emperor to send someone to kill you. If you and I will die at this moment.
Qin Yi stopped talking.
Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality. The ambush and Lingxu reversal in the treasure house were written by Zheng Yunyi.
He dared not kill himself, but he could easily kill someone with a knife.
Meng Qingying whispered: Actually... I can protect you at this moment, which is considered to be worthy of your gratitude for saving each other. From now on, you and I will never owe each other.
With the words, a seal had formed on her hands.
The dragon of luck that had already lost control like a kite suddenly roared to the sky.
She was trying to recall this dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.
There is no need to control the puppets. As long as this dragon protects them, no one can touch them in the whole battle. It is not difficult to drag them until they recover some of their combat power.
Originally, Meng Qingying could have left by the dragon, but this was indeed to protect him and not to owe favors.
But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed drastically, and she sprayed out another mouthful of blood, making Qin Yi full of all his anger.
Qin Yi asked in surprise: What's wrong?
Someone is countering my dragon!Meng Qingying replied in a daze: Zheng Yunyi sneaked into me because of this!
When Guanji broke out of the ruins, he saw Zheng Yunyi standing on the undestroyed pillar of the high platform, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.
Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi tsk: The golden elixir is broken... If no one saves you, you will die.The powerful power of Tengyun’s sixth level was beaten like this by two people who practiced far inferior to you... Meng Qingying was still hurt, which is really unimaginable.
Seeing the silent face was like gold paper, I walked over with old age: Help me.
How to help you?
I know that your Medical Bu Ma Suan Sect has elixirs, so I will give me a protective elixir...
The Yuangu Dan can only barely save your life. It is not good to be able to recover your cultivation.
If you live, you will be rewarded after returning to the temple.
Then you can repay it now.
Before Guan Ji could react, Zheng Yunyi reached out and grabbed Guan Ji, put him in his palm out of thin air, waved his hand and threw him directly towards the dragon of luck in the air.
Guan Ji suddenly realized what he wanted to do and screamed sadly: Zheng Yunyi, you must die a bad death...
Before he finished speaking, a divine light had already shrunk from Zheng Yunyi's palm, covering the dragon of luck.
The dragon's body shook a lot and automatically counterattacked. A strange star light flashed by, and Guan Ji had been dismembered into flesh.
The power of luck shows backfire... Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: It's indeed a terrible thing. Even the luck of this cultivator who once reached the Tengyun level could not bear it, and it was crushed like this...
That's right, what he wants is Guanji Zeng Datengyun's power of luck, not the body that is almost dead.
From the very beginning, his plan was to make both sides suffer losses.
Tengyun's luck offset the first wave of the most fierce backlash, and the subsequent backlash had been much softer, within his controllable range.
They would have used this kind of fortune to treat the astrological signs.But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's fortune of refining Qi as a puppet. He can't control the dragon of luck, he wants to absorb the fortune.
Under normal circumstances, he cannot capture the luck of a country's mountains and rivers and luck, but now there happened to be a witch solidifying it into shape. When will this peach be picked not be picked?
At least half of the time he fought with Qin Yi was lost to luck. While Zheng Yunyi wanted to kill Qin Yi with a knife, he also realized the importance of luck, which were two major reasons why he came to do it.
Zheng Yunyi opened his five fingers, and some suction seemed to appear in his palm. A little starlight appeared on the virtual dragon, which penetrated into his palm bit by bit and penetrated into his body.
At this time, Meng Qingying's brand summoning was conveyed, and the Xulong roared to the sky, almost leaving his absorption.Zheng Yunyi's expression darkened, and he threw out a piece of tortoise shell to block the Xulong.
Hexagram: Walking on frost, hard ice comes.
Meng Qingying's summoning was like hitting an ice wall, and the last bit of thought that he had finally condensed was rewind back.
At the same time, there were shouts of killing outside Qianlong Temple, and soldiers and horses entered the temple to capture the demon.
Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly and the situation was completed.
Meng Qingying fell down slanted like a wandering stream, and the final backlash of thought power really made her fall into a desperate situation.
The body was already toxic and raging, and it had not been dissolved, and it had been barely fighting and unable to recover; she also used her ultimate move with injuries and used her unbearable move to fight back and forth. The last bit of mental power communication puppet was forcibly cut off and rewind. The mental damage was even more serious than the physical injury, so severe that she almost fainted on the spot, and forced herself to support it with a little perseverance.
There were also voices coming from afar, and soldiers came, everything seemed to be the end of the world.
Qin Yi, I didn’t expect that I would die with you.Meng Qingying smiled miserably: Maybe I am overestimating my abilities and should not have any idea of the dragon of luck. This disaster should be caused.
Qin Yi said in a deep voice: Did you give up?This is not like Meng Qingying I know.
Meng Qingying whispered: I don’t have the strength anymore, I can’t do it at all.
What's going on with you and this dragon?Qin Yi asked: It should be almost controlled by you. What is the difference in the last step?
The poor bridge of souls is now considered a pet that I have been domesticated, not a puppet with spiritual connections.I originally wanted to take it away, find land to practice and practice for a long time to truly become my puppet, but it is impossible now...
The bridge of soul... Can this construction only last for a long time?
Of course there are shortcuts... If there is a treasure, you can directly penetrate the underworld, and the gods and ghosts meet and enlighten its true spirit, and you can build a bridge of souls and become a true dragon puppet... Meng Qingying shook her head and said: Don’t think about it, something like Devil May Cry Jade is hard to come by.
Before he finished speaking, he saw Qin Yi take out a black jade and send it to her: Is this the case?
Meng Qingying widened her eyes, not knowing where the strength came from, so she suddenly sat up.
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