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 hit her head just in front of her legs, and at least she didn't knock it directly into the pile of rocks.

His head felt comfortable, Meng Qingying groaned and was hit in great pain.

"You are so hard!"

Qin Yi's eyes moved, 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 once to use it. If he didn't experience it personally, he would have known that he would be so useless. His meridians and even his dantian were twisted, just like a twist.

Qin Xin Yu Huiyang is still too forced. It would be good if I had no life to exchange it... I still have the gentleness of my senior sister... Unfortunately, it is not a magic weapon. After using it these two times, the painting will be useless.

Therefore, 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 overdrawing rather than 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 with Minghe at the beginning. 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 speak, 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: "?"

Save Mao, what he thought was to cooperate with Meng Qingying's sneak attack and kill Guan Ji. God knew she was 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 dared not."

It’s better to be afraid of him than to be afraid of you...

"Well... he dared not. If Ju Yunxiu's divine thoughts are traced back, he will die miserably. Huiyang chases him, his fellow disciples are not tolerated. The palace master is furious and the world is despised... So he dare not show up for such a good opportunity." Meng Qingying smiled: "But he can ask the emperor to send someone to kill you. Any team of soldiers will die at this moment."

Qin Yi stopped talking.

Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality. The ambush and Lingxu's reversal in the treasure house were written by Zheng Yunyi. He dared not kill himself, but he could easily kill people 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 in Daqian can move them. It is not difficult to drag them until they recover some of their combat power.

Originally, Meng Qingying could have gone 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 fighting against my dragon!" Meng Qingying replied in a daze: "Zheng Yunyi attacked me for this!"

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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 said "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 are far inferior to you in their practice... Meng Qingying is still injured, which is really unimaginable."

Seeing the silent face was like gold paper, he walked over with an old look: "Help me with help."

"How to help you?"

"I know that your Medical Bu Mou Xiang Sect has a Medical Sect elixir. Give me a protective elixir..."

"The Yuan-Protecting Pill can only barely save your life. If you can't recover your cultivation, it would be great if you can recover to Fengchu..."

"If you have a life, 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 out of thin air into his palm, 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 good 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, Guan Ji had been dismembered into flesh.

"The power of luck is manifested in the backlash..." Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: "It's indeed a terrible thing. Even this cultivator who had reached the Tengyun level could not bear the luck of the cultivator, and 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 flow when treating the fortune of the astrology. But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's fortune of refining the fortune of the qi. 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 fortunes and cannot be absorbed, but now there happened to be a witch solidifying it into shape. When will the peach be picked not be picked?

At least half of the time when 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 Daqian.

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 Xu Long roared to the sky, almost leaving his sucking. Zheng Yunyi's expression darkened, and he threw out a piece of tortoise shell to block Xu Long.

Hexagram: walking on frost, solid ice comes.

Meng Qingying's summoning was like hitting an ice wall, and the last bit of thought that had finally condensed was completely reversed.

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.

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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. It had been barely fighting and unable to recover. It also used a forceful move with injuries and used a big move that she could not bear, backing against the serious injury; the last bit of spiritual power communication puppet was forcibly cut off and rolled back. 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 Lucky. There should be such a disaster."

Qin Yi said in a deep voice: "You gave 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's 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 spirits. 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 connect gods and ghosts, and enlighten its true spirit, and build a soul bridge and become a true dragon puppet..." Meng Qingying shook her head and said, "Don't think about it, something like Devil May Cry Jade can be encountered."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Qin Yi take out a black jade and send it to her: "Is this the case?"
Chapter completed!