"Master, do we really want to cooperate with that Chief Lu?" Walking on the streets of the city, Ah Qing suddenly raised her head and looked at the young man beside her. Xi Huan was silent along the way. The demon girl also felt that this matter was of great significance. She
She originally wanted Xi Huan to be quiet and think for a while. But along the way, the demon clan's telepathy, which is more intuitive than humans, told her that Lu Jin'an was very dangerous, even more dangerous than the imperial assassin they were about to face.
More dangerous.
So the girl couldn't help but go beyond the master-servant relationship and asked Xi Huan. The young man was interrupted from thinking and was slightly stunned. He also understood what A Qing was worried about. He said in a soft tone: "What, are you worried that I will suffer a loss?"
The girl nodded seriously. Although she was a great demon who had been cultivating for thousands of years, she actually had very little contact with human beings. Before being awakened by the former master, her memories before she fell asleep seemed to have been sealed.
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As a great demon, the girl had no idea where she was born, where she slept, or what she experienced before she started practicing. It was only when she followed the former master to travel around the world that A-Qing slowly came into contact with the world, and began to learn about the outside world.
I have an understanding of the world. So in many cases, A-Qing does not appear to be much more mature than Cuicui, a boy in green.
But A-Qing also knows that the world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable. She knows that there will be monks who kill each other, and for the chance of a treasure, they can do many ridiculous things that are no different from what the monsters do.
Since following Xi Huan along the way and losing the strength of the Xumi realm demon, A Qing has gradually come to know that there are many things she cannot control. The more this happens, the more the girl worries that the young Taoist has the intention to do harm.
The moonlight is already dim, and the Changjuncheng Street is particularly cold after dark. Even the wine shops have few lights. In addition, the city and outside have been very uneventful these days, and there have long been grievances among the people.
There were rumors of ghosts causing trouble at night. So even though it was getting late, there was not a single pedestrian on the street at this time.
The young man chuckled and said, "I thought A Qingtian was not afraid of anything, but it turns out there is still something to be afraid of! This Lu Jin'an is something to be proud of. He can make even our little demon king fear him."
The girl screamed strangely, her face turned red with embarrassment and she was angry and annoyed. She jumped up and down a few times and protested: "Master! I'm not afraid of you! Not afraid at all! That little Taoist dared to play tricks in front of me, and I was immediately thrown into chaos.
The fire burned his soul, and it will eat his flesh, bones, and blood again!"
In order to gain confidence, Ah Qing deliberately put on a heinous look. The tiger's teeth, which were much sharper than humans, bared in the night, revealing a cold light. It was really "scary"!
Through the very pale moonlight, Xi Huan saw the girl's ferocious appearance with two groups of Emei twisted like cabbage caterpillars. He couldn't help but touch the girl's head with a gentle expression, and patted the smooth surface of the mountain god's skull to signal.
The girl calmed down and said, "Don't worry, A-Qing, it's always us who deceive others, how can others deceive us?"
When the girl heard this, her frown relaxed. Xi Huan stretched out his hand to make a fist, his eyes were bright and said: "Moreover, whoever has the bigger fist is qualified to speak. This is the most important iron law in this world.
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Then the young man let go of his hand in some frustration, and secretly weighed his own strength level in his heart. His rhetoric made sense, but his own strength did not. Xi Huan knew that without the two backers of Bai Yuekui and A Qing, even Bai Huasheng could not
It's not enough to support him till now.
This sadness was like a plate of withered cypress roots, deeply entrenched in his heart.
A gust of night wind blew up and woke up the young man. Xi Huan patted his face hard and suddenly felt that the early autumn night was already chilly.
"Hey, it seems a little cold." He rubbed his shoulders, turned to look at A-Qing and said, "Let's go back and rest quickly."
A-Qing nodded and immediately followed the young man towards the direction of Jin Mansion. This chill was a bit unusual, and the sudden drop in temperature was a bit too fast even in late autumn.
It seemed that there were indeed the lonely ghosts rumored to be wandering in the city, and a chilly aura began to spread quietly in Changjun City.
The long and wide street was less than a mile long, but the two of them seemed to have walked for a long time. Gradually, moist mist began to rise around them. The moisture in the air became heavier, adding to the chill.
Ah Qing possesses the magical power of blood and is not affected by the cold air that penetrates her body at all, but Xihuan is different. At first, she can rely on the strong energy and blood of her grandmaster to support her, but soon the cold that penetrates her bone marrow makes her feel uncomfortable.
The young man looked cruel.
A-Qing glanced at it and calmly took one of the boy's hands. Soon a refreshing warmth spread through the boy's internal organs. After just one circle, Xi Huan felt the originally cold feeling.
My hands, feet, and limbs feel as comfortable as the winter snow melting away.
Ah Qing smiled proudly and said: "Master, I said that I am very suitable for warming the bed!"
Xi Huan swallowed the words of thanks that came to his mouth instantly, and twitched his eyelids for a long time, unable to say a word.
Ah Qing didn't mind at all. Her originally smiling face seamlessly changed into a serious face, and she whispered: "Master, something is following us, something unclean."
On the surface, Xi Huan continued to walk forward, but in fact, he moved his lips slightly and looked forward. He also whispered: "Are you sure you can catch him out?"
A-Qing also pretended not to notice, with her red lips tightly closed, she simply sent a message to Xi Huan's ears and said: "Wait a little longer, Master, wait until he gets closer."
Seeing that the long street was finally coming to an end, a fork in the road shrouded in mist appeared. Ah Qing suddenly shouted and reincarnated and rushed out. She kicked her legs like a lynx that had been planning for a long time, and her figure suddenly appeared in the crowd of more than ten people.
The street corner ten feet away.
The usually impetuous demon girl showed an amazing level of patience when it came to hunting. She waited until the two sides were only a dozen feet apart before taking action resolutely.
Such a short distance was enough for the monks on the fifth floor to plan a sneak attack that was almost certain to hit. What a courage! So confident in his own strength! This was what Xi Huan was thinking at the moment.
But the result was very unexpected. When A-Qing emerged from the messy debris on the street corner in disgrace, no strong opponent appeared as expected, and there was no heart-stringing fierce battle.
What was brought to Xi Huan's eyes by the demon girl was a group of almost transparent white wandering souls in the palms of the girl's hands.
"This is..." Xi Huan looked at the extremely weak soul. It seemed that it was not complete, and it was so broken that it might disappear between heaven and earth at any time.
A-Qing was also looking at the small group of gadgets in her palm, shook her head and said: "It's just a group of lonely souls, it has nothing to do with the surrounding cold phenomena. It seems that the sudden drop in temperature has affected this little guy.
It’s also very big, and if I hadn’t taken action in time, I’m afraid it would have completely dissipated in the end.”
Ah Qing suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Ah? Master, it looks like it followed you!"
As A Qing let go of her hand, the little wandering soul floated in the air and moved towards Xi Huan little by little.
Xihuan also became curious and asked Aqing: "Is there any way to restore him to his complete appearance?"
The girl just thought for a moment before replying: "It is already a remnant soul, and looking at this state, the soul fragments scattered in other places have completely dissipated. It is only a matter of time before this little guy disappears."
As if the wandering soul understood the girl's words, it began to move a little faster, and its anxious look seemed to be trying to convey something. Xi Huan said with some reluctance: "It seems to have something to do with us, nothing different."
Is there any way?"
The demon girl thought about it, then gritted her teeth and said cruelly: "I'll try to temporarily restore his soul strength, but this is my first time trying this, so don't blame me if I fail."
As soon as Xi Huan heard that he had a way, he asked the girl to try boldly. After receiving the master's signal, A Qing immediately rubbed her hands. As she rubbed her hands faster, big beads of sweat fell from her forehead, and purple-red light shone.
A purple line as thin as a hair also began to appear in the palm of the hand.
What Ah Qing is doing now is actually exactly the same as moving mountains and Rakshasa. It is also a process of transforming qi, but it is much more difficult for the demon girl. This is based on the understanding of the great qi of the Xumi realm before the original fall.
The method she came up with was just a small ray of soul power, which also made Ah Qing sweat profusely. She would probably be shocked to see the almost fantasy-like forging and soul-beating methods of Rakshasa Moving Mountains.
My jaw dropped.
After rubbing it for a while, I saw that the fine lines on the palm could not be enlarged. Ah Qing no longer wasted her energy in vain. To expand this ray of soul power further down, it was no longer a simple superposition problem. It involved
The complex laws of the Great Dao are not something that A Qing, an "illiterate" in the world of immortality, can comprehend.
So the girl spread her palms, carefully twisted the tiny hair-like lines with one hand, and then gently dropped it on the white remnant soul. The moving remnant soul seemed to sense the breath of life.
Taking the initiative to accept this small piece of soul power was like rain after a long drought for him. Soon, the fine lines were "eaten" completely by the group of residual souls.
Xi Huan glanced at the little guy who had been able to move for a long time, and looked at each other with A Qing: "No change?"
Ah Qing was also a little anxious and quickly smoothed things over: "Wait a little longer and let him digest it!"
As the demon girl finished speaking, the little remnant soul seemed to understand, and suddenly shrank as if deflated, and finally completely leaked, leaving only a few sporadic sparks in the air.
Xihuan never dreamed that after waiting for a long time, this would be the result. He said with disbelief: "Ah Qing... what you made... poisoned him to death?"
At this moment, the demon girl wanted to dig three feet into the ground and bury herself in it. Her delicate little face was flushed with anxiety, and she was sweating profusely from having to make fine lines earlier. She looked pitiful and pitiful. She clenched her teeth.
He hesitated: "I...I don't know! It can't be poisonous, sir!"
While the two were noisy, they didn't notice that the spark began to flutter and roar loudly. Then a gust of evening wind blew by, and the spark rekindled when it encountered the wind. With a roar, a powerful soul flame ignited, and soon spread into a human-like shape.
The strong soul fire frightened the two of them and took a step back. Looking at the face that gradually became clearer in the flames, their faces turned pale. Even in the soul form, the white blind eyes were lifeless.
The young man pointed at the soul fire and couldn't help but cursed: "It's you again!"
But Hou Xingyuan's remnant soul seemed not to hear it. It just tore itself apart, looking very painful, and kept whispering words such as "It's so hot" and "I'm going to be burned to death."
No matter how Xi Huan waved his hands, the remnant soul of Hou Xingyuan turned a blind eye to the two of them and just tore his own soul into pieces. However, the fine lines of A Qing's soul were poisonous and burning to him.
On the fine lines, the aura of wild fire mixed with it is a power that can burn even the soul.
At this time, as the fine lines were digested, the power that restrained all evil spirits and souls was filling his whole body. The feeling of burning fire coming from every corner made him worse than death. Hou Xingyuan
I want to die, I want to explode like the golden remnant soul in that strange world, instead of enduring the pain of a thousand cuts to my soul like now.
It's all their fault! It's this group of people's fault! Hou Xingyuan's remnant soul glared at the two of them resentfully, and his cold gray eyes finally had a look of deep hatred.
Before completely tearing his soul apart, he first spoke to Ah Qing and said: "Even if I go to the underworld, I will not let you go! I curse you! I will not be reincarnated after death, and I will be cursed by the pain of the River Styx.
You! I want you to suffer the same soul torture as me, and I want your poor soul to be burned to the ground like mine!"
Then he turned towards Xi Huan, and Hou Xingyuan reluctantly spoke. Under the influence of the binding law hidden in his soul by the Mountain-moving Rakshasa, Hou Xingyuan spoke out an ancient divine voice, which was obscure and difficult to understand.
In an instant, the man's originally painful face began to dissipate quickly as if he was relieved.
But when the ancient words spoken by Hou Xingyuan fell into Xi Huan's ears, they were like the sound of an ancient bell. His eyes went dark, and his consciousness fell into a gate.