Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Seven Survival (April 2000)
The position where Qin Yi fell was very interesting.
Meng Qingying was leaning on the ruins, also without strength. Qin Yi fell down, and his head hit her leg, but at least he did not hit directly into the rubble.
His head felt better, and Meng Qingying groaned, feeling very painful from being hit.
"What a pig head you are, it's so hard!"
Qin Yi's eyes moved and he glanced at her without responding.
In fact, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and it was difficult to even move his fingers.
Liusu had already told him that one use of the Demon-Slaying Sword would be enough to destroy him, but without personal experience, how would he know that it would be like this? The meridians in his body and even his Dantian felt like they had been twisted, like twists and turns.
Qin Xin Yu Huiyang is still too forced, it would be nice if I didn't use my life to exchange it... It's still gentle like my senior sister... It's a pity that it's not a magic weapon. After using it twice, the painting is useless.
Therefore, it is impossible for a little monk from Fengchu to go around with the Qianyuan treasure of his ancestors to torture people. The gap is too big and he cannot control it at all.
It doesn't matter anymore. After all, the magic weapon is yours. This is just a serious overdraft and not a backlash injury. It can be easily recovered if you can take a good rest.
What's really important is that Meng Qingying's injury is not serious enough that he can't even move his fingers. At least she can still speak.
So Meng Qingying can kill him now.
This is not the charming relationship with Ming He. This witch is an enemy... She has always wanted to kill him. Is this the best opportunity?
The air became quiet for a moment.
Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi who was sleeping on her lap and remained silent for a long time.
Qin Yi didn't say anything, and was already ready for Liusu to launch a sudden soul attack.
Meng Qingying suddenly said: "Why did you risk your life to save me?"
Qin Yi: "?"
To save Mao, he wanted to cooperate with Meng Qingying in a sneak attack to kill Guan Ji. God knows she was running for her life!
Meng Qingying asked again: "Are you afraid that... your fellow disciples will come down and kill you?"
Qin Yi's throat moved, and he could barely speak after resting for a while: "He doesn't dare."
I might as well be afraid of you...
"Well...he doesn't dare. If Ju Yunxiu's spiritual thoughts are recalled, he will die miserably. Huiyang will hunt him down, his peers will not tolerate him, the palace master will be angry, and the world will despise him...so he doesn't dare to show up for such a good opportunity.
Meng Qingying smiled: "But he can ask the emperor to send people to kill you. If a group of soldiers comes here, you and I will both die at this moment."
Qin Yi stopped talking.
Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to come true. The kind of ambush in the treasure house and the spiritual jump were all done by Zheng Yunyi. He didn't dare to kill himself, but he could easily borrow a knife to kill someone.
Meng Qingying said in a low voice: "Actually... I can protect you at this moment, which can be considered as repaying your kindness in saving me. From now on, we will clear up our grudges and owe each other nothing."
As she spoke, a seal formed on her hand.
The dragon of luck, which had long been out of control like a kite and was hanging in the sky, suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.
She is trying to recall this dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.
There is no need to control the puppets. As long as the dragon protects them in front of them, no one in the entire Daqian can touch them. It is not difficult at all to drag them until they recover some of their combat power.
Originally, Meng Qingying could ride the dragon and leave, but this was indeed to protect him and not to owe any favors.
But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed drastically, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood again, all over Qin Yi's stomach.
Qin Yi asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"
"Someone is trying to accuse my dragon!" Meng Qingying replied angrily: "Zheng Yunyi sneak attacked me for this reason!"
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When Guanji emerged from the ruins, the first thing he saw was Zheng Yunyi standing on the unbroken pillar of the high platform, looking at the sky with his hands behind his hands.
Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi said "tsk": "The golden elixir is broken... If no one saves you, you will die. The power of the sixth level of Tengyun was beaten like this by two people who are far inferior to you in cultivation... Meng Qing
The shadow is still injured, which is really unimaginable."
Guanji's face was like gold paper, and he walked over in an old-fashioned manner: "Give me a helping hand."
"How can I help you?"
"I know that your medical divination and planning sect has medical elixirs. Give me a Yuan-protecting elixir..."
"The Protecting Yuan Pill can only barely save your life, but it can't restore your practice. It would be great if you can restore yourself to Fengchu..."
"If you survive, you will be rewarded after returning to the temple."
"Then you should repay me now."
Before Guanji could react, Zheng Yunyi reached out and grabbed Guanji out of thin air. Then he waved it directly towards the Dragon of Luck in the air.
Guan Ji immediately realized what he wanted to do, and screamed miserably: "Zheng Yunyi, you will not die well..."
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yunyi had already thrown out a divine light from his hand, shrouding the Dragon of Luck.
The dragon's body shook violently and then counterattacked automatically. A strange starburst flashed through, and Guan Ji was cut into pieces.
"The backlash of the power of luck..." Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: "It is indeed a terrible thing. Even the luck of the monk who once reached the Tengyun level cannot bear it, and it is crushed like this..."
That's right, what he wants is Guanji Zengda Tengyun's power of destiny, not the body that is almost dead.
From the beginning, his plan was to make both sides suffer losses.
Tengyun's luck offset the first wave of the most violent backlash, and the subsequent backlash has become much gentler and within his control.
Doctors and divination horoscopes, they would have played this set of luck circulation. But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's method of refining luck as a puppet. He can't control the dragon of luck, he wants to absorb the luck.
Under normal circumstances, he cannot capture or absorb the luck of a country's mountains and rivers, but right now there happens to be a witch who solidifies it into shape. How long will it take for this peach to be picked?
When he competed with Qin Yi, at least half of it was lost to luck. While Zheng Yunyi wanted to kill Qin Yi with a borrowed knife, he also realized the importance of luck. These were the two main reasons why he came to work.
Zheng Yunyi spread his fingers, and there seemed to be some suction force coming out of his palm. The virtual dragon's body glowed with little starlight, and bit by bit it sank into his palm and penetrated into his body.
At this time, Meng Qingying's brand summon was conveyed, and the virtual dragon looked up to the sky and roared, almost escaping from his absorption. Zheng Yunyi's expression darkened, and he threw a piece of tortoise shell in front of the virtual dragon.
Hexagram: Walking on frost, solid ice arrives.
Meng Qingying's summons was like hitting an ice wall, and all the last bit of telekinesis she had managed to gather was rolled back.
At the same time, shouts of killing came from outside 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 fell down sideways with anger, and the last backlash of her telekinesis really put her in a desperate situation.
The poison was raging in the body, but it has not been resolved, and it has been struggling to fight without being able to recover; it was injured and forced to use a big move that it could not bear, and it was seriously injured; the last bit of mental power to communicate with the puppet was forcibly cut off, and it was rolled back.
, this mental injury was more serious than the physical injury, so severe that she almost fainted on the spot, but she managed to hold on with a little perseverance.
There were voices in the distance, soldiers and horses were coming, and everything seemed to be doomed.
"Qin Yi, I didn't expect that I would die with you." Meng Qingying smiled miserably: "Maybe I didn't know my own strength and shouldn't have thought about the Dragon of Luck, so I deserved this disaster."
Qin Yi said in a deep voice: "You just gave up? This is not like the Meng Qingying I know."
Meng Qingying whispered: "I have no strength anymore, I can't do it at all."
"What's the situation between you and this dragon?" Qin Yi asked: "It should have been almost controlled by you. What was the difference in the last step?"
"Bad Soul Bridge, it is now at most a pet that I have tamed, rather than a spiritually connected puppet. I originally wanted to take it away, find a place to cultivate, and practice it for a long time before it can truly become my puppet.
But it’s simply impossible now…”
"The Bridge of Souls...will this construction only take a long time?"
"Of course there is a shortcut... If there is a treasure, you can directly penetrate the netherworld, connect the gods and ghosts, and enlighten its true spirit, then you can build a bridge of souls and become a true dragon puppet..." Meng Qingying shook her head and said: "Don't
Come to think of it, something like the Ghost Crying Jade is hard to come by."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Qin Yi take out a piece of black jade and bring it to her: "Is this it?"
Meng Qingying's eyes widened, and she didn't know where she got the strength to sit up suddenly.