The position where Qin Yi fell is very interesting.
Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, but also had no strength. Qin Yi fell down, and his head just hit her leg, but he didn't hit directly on the rubble.
His head was comfortable, Meng Qingying groaned, it hurt a lot.
"What a pig head you are, so hard!"
Qin Yi's eyes moved, he glanced at her, but did not respond.
In fact, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and it was difficult to move his fingers.
Liusu had already told him that using the Demon Slayer Sword once could make him useless. Without personal experience, how would he know that the whole body’s meridians and even his dantian had been twisted, like a twist.
Qin Xin Yu Hui Yang, it's still too reluctant, it's not bad if you don't have to change your life... It's still the gentle painting of senior sister... Unfortunately, it's not a magic weapon. After using these two times, the painting is also useless.
Therefore, it is impossible for a Fengchu little cultivator to abuse people everywhere with the treasure of Qianyuan from his ancestors.
This is not important anymore, after all, the magic weapon is his own, this is just a serious overdraft rather than a backlash injury, if you can rest well, it is easy to recover.
What's really important is that Meng Qingying's injury is not so serious that he can't even move his fingers, at least she can speak.
So Meng Qingying can kill him at this moment.
This is not the charming relationship with Minghe at the beginning, this witch is the enemy... She has always wanted to kill him, is this the best opportunity
The air was quiet for a moment.
Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi who was resting on her lap, and said nothing for a while.
Qin Yi didn't speak, and was ready to let the tassel attack his soul.
Meng Qingying suddenly said, "Why did you try so hard to save me?"
Qin Yi: "?"
Save a hair, what he thought was to cooperate with Meng Qingying's sneak attack to kill Guan Ji, God knows she is running for her life!
Meng Qingying said again: "Are you afraid... your fellow sect will come down to kill you?"
Qin Yi's throat moved, and after resting for a while, he could barely speak: "He doesn't dare."
It's better to be afraid of you than to be afraid of him...
"Well... He didn't dare, but when Ju Yunxiu recalled his spiritual sense, he would die horribly. Huiyang chased him and killed him. His peers would not tolerate him. Qing Ying smiled and said, "But he can let the emperor send someone to kill you. Just come with a team of soldiers, and you and I will all die at the moment."
Qin Yi stopped talking.
Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality. The ambush and ghostly jumping back in the treasure house before is from Zheng Yunyi's handwriting. He didn't dare to kill himself, but he could easily kill with a knife.
Meng Qingying said in a low voice: "Actually... I can protect you at this moment, which is considered to be worth the grace of your rescue. From now on, you and I will clear our grievances and owe each other."
With the voice, she has formed a seal on her hand.
Like a kite, the Dragon of Luck, which had already lost control in the sky, suddenly screamed in the sky.
She is trying to recall the dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.
There is no need to control the puppets, as long as this dragon protects them in front of them, no one can move them in the whole big team, and it is not difficult at all to drag them back to some of their combat power.
Originally, Meng Qingying could ride the dragon away, but this was indeed to protect him, in order not to owe any favors.
But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed greatly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again, which filled Qin Yi's stomach.
Qin Yi asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"Someone is accusing my dragon!" Meng Qingying replied angrily, "Zheng Yunyi attacked me for this!"
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When Guan Ji rushed out of the ruins, he saw Zheng Yunyi standing on the unbroken column of the high platform at first sight, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.
Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi let out a "tsk": "The golden core is broken... If no one saves you, you will die. The great power of Tengyun's sixth floor has been beaten by two people whose cultivation is far inferior to yours... Meng Qingying also With injuries, it's unimaginable."
Guan Ji's face was like golden paper, and he walked over in an old-fashioned manner: "Help me."
"How can I help you?"
"I know that your medical fortune-telling sect has a medicine sect pill, give me a Yuanyuan pill..."
"Protecting Yuandan, you can only barely save your life, but you can't restore your cultivation. It would be good to be able to restore to Fengchu..."
"If you have to survive, you will have your own reward after returning to the temple."
"Then answer now."
Before Guan Ji could react, he saw Zheng Yunyi stretched out his hand to grab it, took Guan Ji into his palm out of thin air, waved his hand again, and threw it directly to the dragon of luck in the air.
Guan Ji suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and screamed bitterly: "Zheng Yunyi, you have to die..."
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yunyi had already thrown a divine light from his palm, shrouding the Dragon of Luck.
The dragon's body shook, and it automatically counterattacked. A strange star flashed past, and Guan Ji's body had been cut into pieces.
"The backlash of the power of luck..." Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: "It really is a terrible thing, even this cultivator who once reached the sky-high level of luck can't bear it, being crushed like this..."
That's right, what he wants is the power of luck of Guanji Zengda Tengyun, not the body that is about to die.
From the beginning, his calculation was to make both sides lose.
Tengyun's luck counteracted the first wave of the fiercest backlash, and the next backlash has softened a lot, within his controllable range.
Medical astrological horoscopes, they would have played this set of qi fortune circulation. But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's Qi Luck as a puppet, he can't control any Luck Dragon, he wants to absorb Qi Luck.
Under normal circumstances, he cannot capture and absorb the mountains and rivers of a country, but right now there happens to be a witch who solidifies it. When will this peach not be picked
At least half of the battle against Qin Yi was due to luck. While Zheng Yunyi wanted to kill Qin Yi with a knife, he also realized the importance of luck. These are the two main reasons why he came here.
Zheng Yunyi stretched out his five fingers, and there seemed to be some suction in his palm. A little starlight appeared from the virtual dragon, and bit by bit, it sank into his palm and got into his body.
At this time, Meng Qingying's brand call was conveyed, and Void Dragon screamed in the sky, almost out of his absorption. Zheng Yunyi's expression sank, and he threw a piece of tortoise shell in front of Void Dragon.
The hexagram: walking on frost, hard on ice.
Meng Qingying's summoning was like hitting an ice wall, and the last bit of thought power that had finally been condensed was rolled back.
At the same time, there were shouts of killing outside the Qianlong Temple, and soldiers and horses entered the temple to capture the demon.
Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly, the game was over.
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Meng Qingying slanted down like a gossamer, and the last thought force backlash really put her in a desperate situation.
The poison in the body is already raging, it has not been resolved, and it has been struggling with reluctance to recover; it has been injured and forced to use a big move that he could not bear, backlashing the serious injury; the last bit of spiritual power to communicate with the puppet was forcibly cut off and turned back. , This mental injury is more serious than the physical injury, so severe that she almost fainted on the spot, and she just relied on a little perseverance to support it.
There were voices of people in the distance, soldiers and horses came, and everything seemed to be doomsday.
"Qin Yi, I didn't expect that I would die with you." Meng Qingying smiled sadly: "Maybe it's because I'm out of my power, and I shouldn't have the idea of the dragon of luck. I should have this disaster."
Qin Yi said solemnly, "You just gave up? This is not like the Meng Qingying I know."
Meng Qingying said in a low voice, "I don't have the strength anymore, I can't do it at all."
"What's the situation with you and this dragon?" Qin Yi asked, "It should have been controlled by you soon, what's the last step?"
"The poor soul bridge, it is now at best a pet that has been domesticated by me, not a puppet with the same spirit. I originally wanted to take it away, find the ground to cultivate, and cultivate for a long time before it can truly become my puppet. But it's impossible right now..."
"Bridge of Souls... Is this construction only a long-term water mill?"
"Of course there are shortcuts... If you have treasures, you can directly penetrate the ghosts, connect the ghosts, and touch the real spirit of it, you can build a bridge of souls and become a real dragon puppet..." Meng Qingying shook her head and said, "Don't think about it. , Devil May Cry Jade is something you can't find."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Qin Yi take out a black jade and bring it to her: "Is it this one?"
Meng Qingying's eyes widened, not knowing where the strength came from, she sat up suddenly.