Somewhere deep in the mountains of Country Y, an old woman stared blankly at the scene that turned into darkness at that moment.
There is only the fleeting appearance of the young man at the end of the picture, and his expression as calm as water.
"What's going on!" the old woman shouted in shock and anger.
She kept tapping with her hands, trying to find out what happened or restart 6, but the result left her dizzy.
There has been no news from 6, and all her instructions seem to have fallen into disuse.
"This is impossible!" the old woman shouted. It was a scientific research achievement of the gods, comparable to the top disaster-level humanoid weapons. Could it be destroyed by others?
Who is that young man?
Amid the heavy breathing, the entire control room fell into deathly silence. After trying many times to no avail, the old woman's face turned pale, as if she was in mourning.
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In the deathly silence, He Taisui stared at Qin Xuan.
The last time I saw Qin Xuan, Qin Xuan was just a master of sword slaying. Now, a being who was almost innately accomplished disappeared into thin air under this sword.
"Qing Emperor?"
When He Taisui came back to his senses, he didn't know what he felt in his heart.
"Where's He Yun?"
Qin Xuan's eyes were calm and he looked at He Taisui calmly.
"At her third grandfather's place!" He Taisui replied after a slight pause.
Qin Xuan nodded slightly and passed by He Taisui, who enjoyed a high reputation in China.
In the old days of Linhai, some people once compared him with He Taisui and Liu Jinyu.
Looking at today, only a few years later, are there still two people on the road ahead?
He Nuyan was so anxious that he felt He Yun's vitality getting weaker and weaker behind him, as if a piece of his heart was leaving his body little by little.
"Yun'er, you have to hold on!"
"You can't die!"
He Nuyan murmured, not knowing whether he was talking to He Yun or to himself.
With He Yun's condition, if it is sent to the Chinese Medicine God Hall, there may be a glimmer of hope.
He could only place his hope in Bian Xinci, the old master of the Yaoshen Hall, who would be able to rejuvenate himself, even though the Yaoshen Hall was thousands of miles away from where he was now.
Suddenly, He Nuyan's figure froze. He looked at a figure in front of him, and the strong energy in his body spurted out involuntarily, his face full of alertness.
When he saw the person coming, a hint of disbelief and awe flashed in his eyes.
"Qingdi!"
Qin Xuan ignored He Nuyan. His eyes fell on the dying He Yun. The Eternal Sword that turned into a jade pendant at his waist suddenly made a roar, as if it was about to be unsheathed to kill someone.
He Nuyan felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped to freezing point. It was bone-chilling and even made him feel chilly in his heart.
"give it to me!"
Qin Xuan spoke slowly, word by word. He took He Yun from He Nuyan's back and hugged her in his arms.
Looking at He Yun, who used to be as gentle as water, but now has almost no life, Qin Xuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if covered with frost.
In his previous life, He Yun had never suffered such a catastrophe. He looked at the few mud marks on his skin and the soaked skin that had turned white, and his heart felt like a knife.
If he hadn't triggered the Haiqing catastrophe in advance, He Yun would not have gone overseas to practice, nor would he have suffered such a hardship.
Qin Xuan does not feel sorry for himself. Since he is reborn, things in the world are destined to change.
The fluttering wings of a butterfly can also change the future, not to mention the rebirth of the Qing Emperor.
But while he felt heartbroken, there was also a hint of pity.
He Yun spent several years in Jingshui, practicing hard to withstand the injury of broken veins. Now he has only just recovered, and half of his feet have stepped into the underworld again.
This woman with a gentle smile, as gentle as a sister, is she really
What kind of resilience there is.
Qin Xuan raised his fingers slightly, and the evergreen power was injected into He Yun's body like strands. As the evergreen power passed through every corner of He Yun's body, his calm face was finally no longer calm.
He gently touched the long hair that was still wet, looked at He Yun quietly, and slowly withdrew the power of evergreen.
"Qingdi, how is Yun'er?"
He Nuyan asked anxiously, his eyes full of anxiety and a hint of despair.
Didn't he know that He Yun was now hopeless? Even the Qing Emperor in front of him couldn't do anything about it. After all, he was not a god, and he couldn't reverse life and death.
Qin Xuan ignored He Nuyan, he just said softly: "He Yun, wake up!"
Following his soft call, He Yun's eyes actually trembled slightly, and then they slowly opened.
However, He Yun seemed unable to open her mouth. Her pupils reflected Qin Xuan, with struggle, anxiety and disbelief in her eyes.
No one knew what He Yun wanted to express. Qin Xuan just said softly: "Is the path of martial arts so important? Even if it means sacrificing one's life, it is not an exaggeration."
He Yun's eyes suddenly calmed down, and she tried her best to open her mouth slightly, but no sound came out.
But He Nuyan and Qin Xuan could hear what He Yun was expressing through He Yun's mouth patterns.
"Am I going to die?"
She didn't answer, she just tried her best to ask such a question.
Qin Xuan sighed softly. With He Yun's current vitality, the soul summoning method could only last for a few breaths at most.
He Yun's eyes slowly closed, but vaguely, she seemed to hear the voice of the once stubborn young man.
"With me here, how could you die?"
Qin Xuan looked at He Yun, he put He Yun down and stood up slowly.
He Nuyan did not dare to say anything, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, because he felt that He Yun's body was already cold, and even his heart had no beating sound.
Qin Xuan hugged him and looked at the sky, his mouth slightly cold.
"The people I, Qin Changqing, want to save, neither heaven nor earth can take away from me!"
"Perhaps, even if I try my best now, I still can't reverse life and death!"
"But it's enough for the dead wood to become spring again!"
Qin Xuan smiled and looked down at He Yun pitifully.
Suddenly, a terrifying momentum fell from the sky, strong winds suddenly rose, and the clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thunder suddenly started.
Qin Xuan smiled, and he took a step forward. With one step, the rotten dead trees in the forest suddenly gave birth to a little green.
This little bit of greenery is insignificant, but it becomes more and more abundant.
However, when Qin Xuan took this step, a strand of his hair slowly turned pale.
It was like this strand of his hair had lost its color and turned pale.
And his body was more like a whirlpool, with violent winds rising around him, and the thunder in the dark clouds getting even louder, as if the sky was roaring with unstoppable fury.
Qin Xuan took the second step, and wrinkles appeared on his face, but they quickly disappeared and calmed down.
A strand of hair turned white again.
After three full steps, Qin Xuan stopped. His eyes were calm, but he seemed to have grown older.
On the head, a few strands of bangs were pale and as dry as weeds.
But He Yun's eyes in his arms were trembling slightly, and the organs that had stopped functioning seemed to be full of life again, like dead trees blooming with spring.
When the storm subsided and the dark clouds dispersed from the sky, everything became calm again.
He Nuyan looked at this miraculous scene, and his whole body seemed to be in a daze.
Is this a miracle?
Resurrection from the dead?
He looked at the restoration of life
He Yun's whole body was almost immersed in endless shock.
Qin Xuan smiled and looked at He Yun.
In the past three years, you have taken good care of me, but I never repaid you even a cent in my previous life.
In this life, can I give you a life?
The spiritual sea in his body was calm, and the blood sea was calm. Only the Immortal Heart Emperor Thought seemed to wither at this moment, without any trace left.
In the world of cultivation, there are many ways to extend your life, but they are all assisted by elixirs and spiritual plants.
A miracle like Qin Xuan's, who could almost bring someone back to life in just three steps, is also a supreme magical power in the world of cultivation.
Qin Xuan just looked at him quietly. He was just a top-grade Qi practitioner, and he didn't have the elixir to extend his life.
Even though he was the Qing Emperor of the Immortal Realm in his previous life, now his cultivation level is only at the top level of Qi training.
The only reason why He Yun can make spring come out of a dead tree is because he exchanges his life for his life.
He has no magic medicine or spiritual plant. He just uses the life-transfer method in the fairy world and uses thirty years of life to reverse the vitality and rebirth. He uses his own longevity as fire. He Yun ignites the last ray of life, like
Dead trees sprout buds and grow in spring.
Qin Xuan looked at He Yun and smiled softly.
He will not ask why He Yun is like this. He was once like him, and he rose up in the world of cultivation with obsession, regret, and even life and death.
He was just a little distressed. His broken pulse had been restored, so why bother working so hard?
"green……"
He Nuyan wanted to ask, but swallowed it back.
After being silent for a long time, He Nuyan finally spoke. He abandoned the awe in his heart and looked at Qin Xuan, "Qing...Qin Xuan, I know that you are now the Qing Emperor of China, and it is easy to kill Xiantian, but please allow me to be disrespectful.
"
"Yun'er stayed in Jingshui for three years and had a deep relationship with you. You renewed Yun'er's pulse. The whole He family is already grateful to you."
"Now that I have saved her again, I can only say that Yun'er will be blessed with such blessings in this life, and there will be no regrets!"
Qin Xuan just smiled softly. He hugged He Yun quietly and remained silent.
He Nuyan's voice sounded again, "Do you know why Yun'er came to overseas for training? Before coming, everyone in the He family tried to dissuade her, but He Yun just said a word and insisted on coming to Country Y!"
He Nutao seemed to recall the look on He Yun's face at that time, who rarely disobeyed his words, that stubborn and upright look, but full of perseverance.
"She once said that the brat back then has become the Qing Emperor of China. I can't bear the whole world for him. I just want to be a little better than him one day, be his elder again, and teach him a lesson!" He Nu
Yan's words rang out, causing Qin Xuan to fall completely silent.
No one knew what Qin Xuan was thinking in his heart at the moment. He just remained silent for a long time, holding a patch of white hair on his head, looking down at He Yun, and murmured softly: "He Yun, let's go, I will avenge you!"
(End of chapter)
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