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815. Sandification

"Tingting! Come back! Don't go!"

When Yang Qing saw Fang Ting walking towards the poisonous fire, his eyes were about to burst, and he was about to get up, but when he saw Zhou Yuncong and Zhao Huan behind him, his body stopped abruptly.

"Calm down, I have to calm down. Only by calming down can I save Tingting!" Yang Qing gritted his teeth and began to activate a magical method that he had never fully understood.

After practicing the Four Symbols Opening Heaven Book, he created his own magical power, which allowed him to change the Yin and Yang of the Four Symbols.

It's just that there are many aspects of this magical power that Yang Qing has not fully understood. It is a magical power that is incomplete and incomplete. If Yang Qing uses it rashly, he may even damage himself. His original intention of coming to the Southern Wilderness this time is to grind down.

Practice yourself and perfect your magical powers.

But this kind of training is never achieved overnight, let alone this critical moment of life and death.

But now Yang Qing had no choice. He stared closely at Fang Ting, who had turned into a poisonous ghost and stepped into the sea of ​​fire. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Duh!"

The true fire of the sun and the true water of taiyin that guarded him became more concentrated and surging, and the true fire of the sun continued to pour into the true water of taiyin. The two completely opposite magical powers began to merge, and then mysterious changes occurred.

In the center of the Taiyin True Water that merges into the Sun's True Fire, the water and fire disappear together, gradually turning into a vacuum. The power of the vacuum is projected outward, and wherever it reaches, the true glory and ferocious poisonous power of Ksitigarbha begins to disintegrate.

The four images are the transformation of yin and yang, the transformation of Shaoyang into the void, the yang in the yin, the wonderful realm of emptiness and yang.

But soon, more poisonous fires surged up, and the formation formed by the Yuanshen realm monks was not something that only Yang Qing, who was in the late Jindan stage, could break.

Under the bombardment of the Chidi Absolute God Formation, Yang Qing groaned. The vacuum power generated by the Yang in Yin suddenly became unstable and unsustainable, and the True Fire of the Sun and the True Water of the Taiyin also became chaotic.

Yang Qing only felt waves of dizziness. This was the result of the backlash from his magical power.

Among his four transformations of yin and yang, Shaoyang entering the sky is relatively mild, but it has such a big backlash. If it was the sun entering annihilation or the taiyin entering silence, I am afraid that he would have been seriously injured just now, or even died directly.

But Yang Qing couldn't care about that much at the moment. He struggled to look towards the sea of ​​fire, and looked at the figure that was gradually being swallowed by the sea of ​​fire. His heart was as sharp as a knife: "I want to succeed. I must succeed!"

Spells were cast one after another, succeeding, failing, failing, succeeding, but they kept attacking the Chidi Jueshen Formation.

Yang Qing's body also began to shake, and his golden elixir even began to vibrate violently, and its luster disappeared and became dim.

But the spirit of the young man in purple is clearer than ever, supporting him to keep working hard.

But precisely because he was so awake, it was even more painful. Because he could only watch his beloved being swallowed up by the poisonous fire bit by bit.

"Tingting..."

Yang Qing's voice was like a lone wolf on the verge of despair, full of despair.

The body of the poisonous ghost transformed by Fang Ting became smaller and smaller, more and more broken. The green light and white catkins finally disappeared.

Finally, Yang Qing's magic power broke through the poisonous fire and finally snatched Fang Ting back. But there was only a wisp of remnant soul left, like blue smoke. The girl's appearance was faintly visible in the smoke.

She looked at Yang Qing in a daze, and saw the usually gentle and elegant young man in purple. His face was ferocious and anxious at the moment, and there were faint blood marks across his cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

Fang Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips opened and closed, but she could not make any sound: "Brother Yang, there is too much blood on my body. This is the result I... deserve. Don't... be embarrassed because of me...

I am...satisfied to see...you again..."

"Senior brother, you must... protect... yourself..."

Her energy gradually became completely disorganized, and she could only barely keep her eyes on Yang Qing, but her eyes gradually began to lose focus.

Fragmented scenes flashed through his mind. When he first became a disciple of Yunshuidong, the boy who was a little older than him looked at him curiously.

Fold two green grasshoppers, one for you and one for me. No need to say anything more, just sit back to back and you can spend the whole day happily.

He went to join the team that defeated the Fire Crow, narrowly escaped death, and had a surprise reunion.

In a moment of forgetfulness, the young couple finally broke up with each other in the last stage, the awkward boy and girl...

Fang Ting looked at Yang Qing infatuatedly. The young man in purple clothes in front of her with a desperate and sad expression gradually turned into the young man in white clothes in her memory, with a gentle smile on his face and reaching out to her in the sunshine...

Yang Qing looked at Fang Ting and saw that the girl seemed to want to reach out to him, but it was impossible to succeed.

The true Taiyin water that nourishes all things protected Fang Ting, and Yang Qing's magic power was continuously injected into the green smoke, but he saw that the green smoke was still dissipating little by little.

"Tingting, don't...don't...don't die..."

Yang Qing's voice was full of sadness, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"Boom!" The void, which was surrounded by poisonous fire from top to bottom, front to back, left and right, suddenly opened.

The golden fire exploded in succession, breaking through the layers of poisonous fire. A large number of roaring winds raged, dividing the poisonous fire and further widening the gap. Then, the black and yellow river water poured in like a mudslide, swallowing Yang Qing and Zhou.

Yun Cong and Zhao Huan surrounded them and helped them resist the invasion of poisonous fire.

A young man in white appeared at the crack, and it was Kang Nanhua. Seeing the scene in front of him, his body swayed slightly, and his eyes suddenly dimmed: "Am I still a step too late after all?"

Zhou Yuncong and Zhao Huan looked at each other with complicated expressions. They knew that Kang Nanhua was not late. Under normal circumstances, they could support him until Kang Nanhua came. What happened to Fang Ting was more due to her own wishes.

Kang Nanhua came to Yang Qing's side and saw that Yang Qing, who had always been gentle and peaceful, looked ferocious and terrifying at the moment. He was holding a stream of green smoke wrapped in Taiyin True Water in his hand and kept roaring, as if a wounded beast in desperate situation was wailing: "Ting

Ting! Don’t die, don’t die!”

"Yang Qing, Yang Qing!" Kang Nanhua frowned and said in a deep voice, "She won't die!"

Yang Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Kang Nanhua. Kang Nanhua stretched out his hands flatly forward, and four crystal-clear sand hammers formed a triangular pyramid in the air, and the faint green smoke was about to dissipate.

shrouded.

Kang Nanhua's Nascent Soul is out of body. He looks like a teenager. His Nascent Soul is floating in the air and stretches out one arm. The other hand cuts down like a knife!

Zhao Huan exclaimed: "Mr. Kang..."

Kang Nanhua's Nascent Soul's expression did not change, but its overall luster dimmed a lot. The broken arm of the Nascent Soul turned into a ray of brilliance and blended into the sand.

Then, Kang Nanhua's Yuanying held the triangular cone with his remaining hand, and the cone suddenly turned into a small grain of sand.

The green smoke seemed to have turned into a small insect in amber, condensed in the sand. It was like an undetectable thin line.

"Her soul is already incomplete, and she was so severely injured. I can only keep the last breath of her soul alive, but as long as I keep it alive, there will still be hope." Kang Nanhua said slowly.

Yang Qing seemed to be in a state of insanity, and fell to his knees, his blood-sobbing eyes staring at the sand in the palm of his hand.

Kang Nanhua sighed. In fact, Yang Qing knew as well as he did that the weak remnant soul was almost completely gone.

It is said that there is still hope, but this hope is so slim that even the Emperor of Hades, who established the Netherworld in the past in an attempt to unify the two worlds of the living and the dead, would sneer at it.

But Yang Qing still lowered his head and held the grain of sand crazily.

There was a moment of dead silence between heaven and earth. Only the sounds of beating flames, blowing wind, and flowing rivers were left.

It seemed like a long time passed. And it seemed like it was just a moment. Kang Nanhua and the other two people heard vaguely. There seemed to be a sound. It was almost inaudible at first. But it got louder and louder, and in the end it was like the roar of thunder.

"Zhang Lie..."

"Zhang Lie..."

"Zhang Lie..."

"Zhang Lie!"

"Zhang Lie!"

"Zhang Lie!"

"Zhang Lie!!"

"Zhang Lie!!"

"Zhang-lie!!!"

Yang Qing suddenly raised his head, with two pupils, one pure gold and one green. In an instant, the golden pupils turned into pure white, while the green pupils turned into pure black. The pair of eyes were like the two poles of yin and yang!

The dim golden elixir in his body suddenly shook. Inside the golden elixir, the power of the true fire of the sun and the true water of the taiyin were condensed again, but they still appeared weak.

But at the next moment, the true fire of the sun turned into pure yang energy, and the true water of taiyin turned into pure yin energy. The yin and yang harmoniously merged into each other, and Yang Qing's dried up mana quickly revived.

And his golden elixir has also transformed from the original state of a blend of gold and green yin and yang to a blend of black and white.

Yang Qing looked at Kang Nanhua: "Mr. Kang, where are Zhang Lie?"

Kang Nanhua glanced at him, and led him, Zhou Yuncong, and Zhao Huan to rush out of the Red Earth Absolute God Formation, break through the void and fly toward the distant hills.

"He was there before, but now I'm not sure whether his injuries have recovered as before."

When Kang Nanhua took Yang Qing and others back to the hill where Zhang Lie had just lived, there was no one there.

Yang Qing glanced at the hill with an expressionless expression: "Go to Fourth Senior Sister first." After saying that, he took off into the air and flew towards the area where Yue Hongyan was.

While flying away, Zhao Huan looked at Yang Qing, hesitated for a moment and said: "Fifth Master Uncle, according to Mr. Kang, he should have recovered his spiritual cultivation by now. It will be you, Master and Mr. Kang who join forces,

Maybe you won’t lose, but if you want to kill Zhang Lie..."

Yang Qing said indifferently: "I understand what you mean, but as the third senior brother said, he is not on good terms with the old man named Sikongyou. This time, he is deliberately planning to kill us and Sikongyou in one fell swoop. Unless Sikongyou dies, he will not leave easily.

, Sikong You is a monk at the second level of Yuanshen. Even if Zhang Lie joins forces with the third senior brother to kill him, it will not be easy, and it is impossible not to pay the price."

"As long as he shows a flaw, it's our chance. Let him run away this time. With this rat's habit of digging holes to hide, it will be difficult to find him again." Yang Qing's eyes were cold and silent: "So today, I must

Find him and bury him here, even with my own flesh and blood and bones!"

When they appeared at the place where Yue Hongyan and Yin Yang Sanghungu were fighting, the other party quickly noticed them. After looking at each other, they immediately prepared to escape.

But as soon as the light flashed, a young man in purple clothes appeared in front of them, with a strange face, one black and one white pupils in his eyes, and two bloodstains under the eye sockets, like sad scars.

"Do you know where Zhang Lie is?" Yang Qing asked softly, his tone soft and gentle, but there was a chilling feeling of terror in it.

The nine Nascent Soul stage monks raised their flags together and formed a formation. The chaotic death energy circulated, forming twisted and weird vines, which entangled themselves towards Yang Qing.

Yang Qing stretched his palm forward, and the billowing true sun fire and lunar true water appeared together. The true sun fire turned into a sea of ​​golden fire, and the true lunar water turned into a green stream of water, falling from the sky and pouring into the center of the golden sea of ​​fire.

The next moment, the center of the golden sea of ​​fire began to rumble and vibrate, as if there were endless disasters brewing from it to destroy the common people.

Streams of dark light erupted from the center of the sea of ​​fire that merged into the True Water of Taiyin, and fell on the rattan. The rattan immediately shattered into powder.

The changes of yin and yang in the four images, the change of Shaoyin entering the calamity, the yin in the yang, the wonderful realm of calamity yin.

Yang Qing stepped on the vines that had turned into dregs and moved forward step by step in the void, and the voice sounded again.

"Zhang Lie, where are you?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!


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