The silence spread in the courtyard, Ji Chaoyun felt as if he was pressed against a boulder, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
After a long time, he said in a low voice: "So, the patriarch's wife died at your hands?"
"Yes."
"That's your biological mother!"
Bai Qiuyue looked up at him, smiled lightly, and stood up with the white wall behind her. Just as he took half a step forward, he was stopped by several divine soldiers.
Bai Qiuyue stared at the sharp blade in her throat, and the curvature of the corner of her mouth never fell: "Who said those were my parents? They just provided a shell for the reincarnation of my soul, and their real son has long since died."
"Did Yan Huaqing tell you that?"
Bai Qiuyue smiled but didn't answer: "I said it, I am very grateful and admire them. If it wasn't for the dedicated protection of the fox clan, and if it wasn't for the persistence of the patriarch's wife, how would the honorable plan be realized?"
"You..." Ji Chaoyun tightened his hand on his side. It seemed that only in this way could he restrain the chill in his heart, "You're a lunatic."
"Yeah, am I not a lunatic?" The chains on his wrists collided, and Bai Qiuyue suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the sharp blade closest to her.
The blood instantly slipped from the blade and dripped into the soft grass.
Bai Qiuyue slowly rubbed the sharp blade with her fingertips, letting the texture be cut by the sharp blade: "Do you know why your fairyland has fallen to this stage? It's because you are too affectionate. The affection of close relatives, the affection of close friends... these are useless A thing that is of no use except to make you weak and fearful, and to be self-sufficient."
Ji Chaoyun: "You really don't think you are an immortal?"
"Immortal? Just relying on this pair of Celestial Fox Clan's shells?" Bai Qiuyue said, "I don't want this immortal bone for a long time. If I wasn't worried about your honor's plan being revealed ahead of time, just relying on a few mediocre soldiers, How can you hold me?"
He tilted his head, and a chilling smile spread across his thin, blood-stained lips: "I gave you a chance to Xiaolong, but until now your Fengqi still hasn't come back. If that's the case, then you can't blame me."
"… excuse me."
His voice fell, and a hurricane suddenly erupted in the courtyard.
A powerful demonic breath suddenly erupted from this body, and nine white fox tails stretched out from behind Bai Qiuyue, sweeping away, shaking away the divine soldiers surrounding him.
The change came too quickly, and Shuo Feng only had time to protect Ji Chaoyun and retreat quickly.
The two retreated to the bamboo couch, Shuo Feng held a gun in front of Ji Chaoyun, and was shocked by the devilish breath.
And the group of divine soldiers closest to Bai Qiuyue had already fallen to the ground under strong pressure.
Shuofeng opened a barrier to protect Ji Chaoyun in it, and said in a hoarse voice, "This magic breath... It's Yan Huaqing."
Ji Chaoyun couldn't believe it: "How could..."
The front of the courtyard was a mess, the hustle and bustle dissipated, and a string of shackles fell to the ground.
Bai Qiuyue rubbed her wrist casually, and the wound on her palm healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He didn't even look at the group of divine soldiers who fell to the ground, and stepped out of the crowd: "Xiaolong, we have been delayed for too long, come and go to Qingqiu with me."
Ji Chaoyun's face sinks like water: "You and Yan Huaqing... share the cultivation base?"
"How can you say it's a half body?" Bai Qiuyue said warmly, "Zun Shang has taught me since childhood, taught me martial arts, helped me in my practice, and now I will share my cultivation with me. Do you think I should repay him?"
While speaking, he had walked up to Ji Chaoyun and Shuofeng.
"Now you know, why do I still dare to come to look for you even though I know there are traps in Wenqu Peak?" Bai Qiuyue smiled, her eyes glowed with faint red light, "In this entire fairyland, except for the Lord God of Heaven In addition to being able to compete with your superiors, what are these… what are they?”
He raised his hand into a claw and waved it hard.
He only heard the sound of the barrier shattering, and before Shuofeng could resist, he clamped his throat with a force and lifted it up.
"Stop!" Ji Chaoyun shouted loudly and met Bai Qiuyue's playful gaze.
"You are still so kind, Xiaolong." Bai Qiuyue said, "You know what I'm going to say. If you don't want the people here to be buried with you, just go to Qingqiu with me obediently."
Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes: "Let him go, I promise you."
Bai Qiuyue smiled contentedly, then threw it away, and threw Shuo Feng, whose face was flushed red, almost knocking over the small case beside the bamboo couch.
Ji Chaoyun looked at him worriedly, and Bai Qiuyue said casually: "Don't worry, you can't die, as long as you are obedient—"
His voice stopped abruptly, a sharp sword pierced through his waist and abdomen, and the blood immediately stained a large piece of plain white clothes.
Bai Qiuyue's expression was a little stunned, and she looked up.
Ji Chaoyun lowered his eyes, holding a slender fairy sword in his right hand, with a red-gold phoenix pattern drawn on the hilt.
"Red Feather Sword." Bai Qiuyue quickly recognized the sword, "So he left the Chi Feather Sword to you, but this thing can indeed hurt the demons, but your cultivation is too low, how can you use it? The real power of the sword? Feng Qi won't think that you can defeat me with this alone, right?"
"You have the highest cultivation level of the Demon Race, and I am a Sanxian, how can I be your enemy?" Ji Chaoyun's voice was calm, "But there is one thing you predicted wrong."
Ji Chaoyun raised his eyes to look at him, and said softly, word by word: "Do you think that only you can perform the technique of sharing cultivation?"
His voice fell, and the spiritual power of Chiyu Jianfeng suddenly increased greatly. A more powerful and extremely pure spiritual power covered the blade.
Bai Qiuyue's face changed instantly.
He quickly backed away, pulled the blade out of the flesh, and brought out a string of blood beads. Ji Chaoyun paused slightly, and stabbed at him with his sword.
Ji Chaoyun's swordsmanship has always been terrifying and threatening, and with the blessing of divine power, it becomes even more fierce. In an instant, he approached Bai Qiuyue's side, Bai Qiuyue drew his sword to block, and the two quickly passed a few moves.
The quiet courtyard in the past has become a mess, with two very different swords flying in all directions, and the surrounding flower beds are not spared.
Although Bai Qiuyue was wounded by the sword, after all, he possessed Yan Huaqing's Demon Clan technique, and he did not show any weakness to last Ji Chaoyun.
On the other hand, Ji Chaoyun's movements gradually slowed down under the high-intensity response to the enemy.
The two who were fighting did not notice, and one of them got up from the ground with difficulty.
"Young master escape!"
Shuofeng shouted loudly, and Ji Chaoyun only felt that something was flying behind him. He ducked sideways sharply, and out of the corner of his eye swept the thing thrown by Shuofeng.
It was actually the cup of soup that Shuofeng had given Ji Chaoyun to drink earlier.
Bai Qiuyue raised her hand to block it subconsciously. Tang Cup was turned into a claw by his left hand, and it was defeated with one claw.
"This!" Bai Qiuyue looked down as if being scorched by fire. Where the soup was splashed on his left hand, the flesh was quickly corroded and charred black, and even spread.
Even Ji Chaoyun was stunned: "What the hell is this..."
Shuo Feng's eyes were erratic, his eyes fixed on the small case he overturned, as if it was not him who threw the soup cup just now.
Bai Qiuyue quickly tapped a few acupoints on her shoulders and arms, barely restraining the spread of the injury: "Refining medicine with divine blood... He really cares about you very much."
"God blood..."
Bai Qiuyue's face was as pale as paper, and she chuckled lightly: "Forget it, I'm one move away from my chess today, Xiaolong, we'll meet again another day."
After he finished speaking, his figure turned into a cloud of blue smoke and disappeared in place.
Ji Chaoyun's tense body relaxed, he staggered a step, and the surging breath in his belly caused the spiritual core to vibrate violently, turning it into a dull tingling pain.
"Hmm..." Ji Chaoyun grunted and was caught from behind.
Shuofeng stabilized Ji Chaoyun and walked towards the bedroom: "Young Master, hold on, God will be back soon."
Ji Chaoyun was supported by Shuofeng and lay back on the bed, he pulled the other party's sleeve: "God blood... what's going on?"
Shuofeng's eyes dodged: "Don't talk, you need to rest now..."
"Tell me." Ji Chaoyun's eyes sank and he said coldly, "I made a clear agreement with Feng Qi to leave the divine soldiers in ambush and share the divine power of cultivation, which is enough to deal with Bai Qiuyue until he comes back, why is there another divine blood? ?"
"This..." Shuofeng hesitated, suddenly raising his hand and pinching out a magic formula.
The crimson light disappeared into Ji Chaoyun's eyebrows, he opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, his consciousness fell into the deep darkness.
"...You cast spells on him?! You know what's going on with his body now. If he won't wake up, I'll ask you!" Ji Chaoyun opened his eyes in a daze, and heard a familiar voice from outside the door.
He turned his head and saw the old man with white hair and white beard sitting beside the bed.
The medical sage was obviously relieved, and let go of the hand on Ji Chaoyun's spiritual vein: "Young master has finally woken up, but what else is wrong?"
Ji Chaoyun shook his head.
"That's good." The medical sage said slowly, "You don't have to worry, sir, the fetus in the womb has stabilized now. Take more rest in the past few days and nothing will happen."
Ji Chaoyun was about to say something when the door was opened and three figures entered the room.
Feng Qi walked in front, Shuo Feng and Tian Shu followed closely behind. The Medical Saint stood up and bowed to Feng Qi, then quickly stepped back and moved out of the way.
Feng Qi strode to the bedside and asked anxiously, "I finally woke up, how are you feeling, will you still feel uncomfortable?"
Ji Chaoyun looked at him silently and did not answer.
The atmosphere in the room became strange for no apparent reason. Several people looked at each other in dismay. Only the medical sage said calmly, "The old man will go outside and prescribe some elixir for the young master."
He took the two to close the door and left. Feng Qi sat down beside the bed and took Ji Chaoyun's hand: "Xiaolong, I'm very worried."
Ji Chaoyun turned his head and didn't look at him: "God has made several layers of protection, so there is nothing to worry about."
"..." Feng Qi swallowed and said with a dry smile, "You already know that."
Ji Chaoyun suddenly sat up and was so frightened that Feng Qi quickly helped him stabilize.
"Feng Qi!" Ji Chaoyun said angrily, "Why don't you discuss it with me if you want to use the blood of your heart to refine medicine?"
Feng Qi looked at him innocently, but in the end he couldn't match Ji Chaoyun's sullen look, and whispered, "If I discuss with you, can you agree?"
"You know I won't agree, so you still do this?" Ji Chaoyun said, "Do you know how much your cultivation will be damaged if you take the blood of your heart?"
Knowing that he was wrong, Feng Qi lowered his eyes and said softly, "But I'm worried about you."
"If it weren't for the situation, how could I agree to your and uncle's suggestion and use you as bait." Feng Qi said, "I can put all my troops on Wenqu Peak, and I can give you all my divine power, but I Still worried."
He rubbed the side of Ji Chaoyun's face with his fingertips and said softly, "If something happens to you, won't you kill me?"
Ji Chaoyun's heart softened suddenly, and his voice slowed down a lot: "Then you can't do this either..."
He grabbed Feng Qi's sleeve and asked, "Is your injury healed? Will your cultivation be greatly affected?"
"No, don't worry."
Just as Feng Qi was about to say something, there was a soft knock on the door.
He thought for a moment and said, "I'll go out first, and you'll lie down for a while. The current situation... I'll tell you when I get back."
"good."
Feng Qi lowered his head and kissed Ji Chaoyun's forehead lightly, then got up and left the bedroom.
He stepped out of the room, and the three of them were still waiting there, all silent, especially Tianshu's expression was particularly solemn.
Feng Qi asked, "What?"
Tianshu sighed and lowered his voice: "I just received the news that Bai Qiuyue faked the news of the Xianyu Alliance meeting, and now more than half of the Xianyu family has reached Qingqiu, and then there is no trace. They are high-ranking or rising stars in various sects, if something really happened to them..."
"Bastard!" Feng Qi spat lowly and said, "Uncle contact brother first, we have to take measures as soon as possible to rescue everyone trapped in Qingqiu."
Tianshu nodded: "I'll go right now, but your body..."
Feng Qi quickly stopped his words. He glanced into the room subconsciously, and when he saw that there was no movement in the room, he raised his hand to hold his heart, and his lips were faintly pale.
"I'm fine." Feng Qi said, "It's just that the vitality is a little damaged. It will recover in a few days. It's not in the way."
Tianshu hesitated for a moment, and finally just sighed and turned to leave.
The medical sage prepared a prescription for the elixir and gave it to Feng Qi. Feng Qi wanted to let Shuofeng send him away, but the medical sage said: "God, this old man has to remind me. Taking blood from the heart hurts the vitality and cultivation, these days. , I'm afraid you can no longer transmit spiritual power for the young master."
"...The battle is imminent, so don't be careless."
Feng Qi was startled.
He silently walked out of the courtyard, facing the Doctor, until he walked out of the courtyard door, and then said in a low voice, "But Chaoyun's body... I can't ignore it."
The medical sage's eyes dodged for a while, as if it was a little hard to say: "Actually... there is another way to replenish spiritual power."
Feng Qi quickly asked, "What should I do?"
The medical sage's expression seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and then he glanced at Feng Qi reproachfully.
He lowered his head and rummaged in the cloth pocket he was carrying, found a thin booklet, stuffed it into Feng Qi's arms, and said sternly, "Just do it like this, it's better to do it lightly, and I need an old man to teach you..."
"?"
After speaking, before Feng Qi could react, the medical sage turned around and muttered something in a low voice, then walked away quickly.
Confused, Feng Qi opened the book.
After a while, Feng Qi closed the book, and her ears turned red.
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Doctor: What should I do? ? ? This god is afraid that it is not impossible.