"Which family and sect is Your Excellency?" Dan Yizhang stood beside Jing Ci and looked him up and down.

Jing Ci glanced at her and remained silent.

Liqun Daoist shook off the dust, his eyes tightened, and said, "You are a disciple of Lan Qing's sect, right?" I remember you, what is your name, what...... Poetry?"

The preacher was helpless: "It's Jingci, I remember that there is such a person." ”

"Hey, yes, yes! I'm here to find your master, right? I've been in for a while, but I haven't come out yet, so how ...... you are here?"

Before the last few words were finished, Jing Ci had already walked through the enchantment, leaving everyone with an indifferent back.

“！！！”

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes!

The enchantment only allows people above the Perfection Realm to enter, this scene ...... Is it a Perfection Cultivator?!

"Quick, who pinched me!" Liqun Daoist was stupid and didn't react for a long time.

Dan Yizhang grabbed the flesh on his arm and twisted it around.

Liqun Daoist screamed, like a hedgehog with a fried hair, causing the other disciples to look sideways one after another. Then his gaze turned to disbelief - he was right!

Jing Ci, Jing Ci is a perfect cultivator!!

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In the barrier, a terrifying coercion came to the face, mixed with the crisp hum of chains. If it was Jing Ci during the Qi training period, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

Walking through the woods, I saw at a glance the stone sculpture-like Lan Qing next to the thunder chain, as if he had been standing there for thousands of years, ten thousand years, standing as a landscape, standing as an eternity.

Lan Qing's face lost its blood, with bruises in the whiteness, her lips, which had always been indifferent and almost mean, were tightly pursed, and there was a wisp of blood that had dried for a long time at the corner of her mouth.

The light blue dress is clean and tidy from the side, and it is not stained with dust.

But if you look closely, you will find that there are already a few strings of blood on the chest, and the skirt is also full of dust.

Looking at the past in this way, she is like a fairy who has fallen into the world, devastated and pitied.

But even so, the soul power in his hand is still constantly transmitting to the twin chessboard.

"Master?"

Jing Ci's voice trembled unconsciously, he didn't expect to see such a scene.

The crampedness and embarrassment that I had left in my heart when I was about to see her disappeared at this moment.

When Lan Qing heard this call, she opened her eyes slightly and glanced at him sideways.

After just one glance, there was no surprise, no surprise, and it can even be said that the face was expressionless, and the indifference was shocking.

He turned back again, concentrating on repairing the Thunder Chain.

Jing Ci was seen by this glance and forgot why he came, and maybe he didn't have any purpose at all.

Knowing that she couldn't be disturbed now, he stood not far away, staring at the slender back that looked extremely thin.

The air was so dead that it was so stagnant that it was extremely difficult to breathe. Watching Lan Qing's back sway several times, he obviously felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, but the next second he returned to his original state.

Jing Ci's hands clenched into fists.

For the first time, he began to doubt his decision.

Lan Qing is dead, is it really what he wants?

Time passed little by little, and it wasn't until Jing Ci had lost count of how many times Lan Qing vomited blood that the Thunder Chain was repaired.

The twin chess pieces turned excitedly around the seal a few times and returned to Lan Qing's hands.

Lan Qing withdrew his hand, and his body suddenly trembled. Seeing that she was about to fall backwards, Jing Ci's eyes tightened and wanted to help her, but Lan Qing raised her hand to stop her.

"Don't move ......"

Her voice was so light that Jing Cisheng stopped the following movements, and there was a nameless fire in her heart for no reason.

"The way you are now, no one can help you out? Can you figure out the situation and let go of that ridiculous self-esteem first! Now is not the time to be reckless!"

Lan Qing looked at the angry black eyes, ignored them, stretched out his hand, and said calmly, "Return the hope to me." ”

She can't use any spiritual power now, and she has spent a lot of soul power to repair the enchantment, making her Yuan Soul extremely unstable.

The severe pain of the Hundred Flowers Poison helped her once, allowing her to talk to him soberly.

Jing Ci didn't move, frowning: "What do you do?"

"Give me ......" Lan Qing's expression remained unchanged, obviously his tone was extremely weak, but he still had a beak that could not be ignored.

Jing Ci confronted her for a long time, and although he was a little impatient in his heart, he still summoned the sword that lingered in the red streamer.

He said angrily: "Master, if I can come in, I can naturally take you out! I am already in the Perfection Realm......

Before he could finish speaking, Lan Qing had already snatched the sword from his hand and recited a mantra, and the sword body instantly became as big as a short knife.

"What are you doing here?" Jing Ci's heart began to beat violently, a little uneasy.

He wanted to take the sword back, but Lan Qing dodged him.

"Jing Ci, listen to me......"

"You've become the way you are, it's all ...... It's all my doing...... But I don't regret it... I've always wanted to give you, what I think is the best of everything...... It's just that I never thought about it...... Do you want any of this...... I'm sorry..."

Lan Qing said softly, hitting the depths of Jing Ci's heart word by word. Jing Ci was a little irritable, no, to be precise, he was afraid.

Lan Qing's current appearance made him uneasy!

"Don't talk about it! I don't want to hear it! I'll take you out to heal now, and we'll talk about it later!"

Jing Ci took a step forward, but his chest was pressed against the tip of the sword.

Lan Qing's expression was faint, and he muttered in his mouth, as if he was talking to him and to himself.

"It's me, so selfish... Shouldn't... to interfere with you... With the company of a lifetime... That's enough, why ...... Hold on to it..."

"What are you talking about!Lan Qing, can you sober up and see who I am!"

Jing Ci yelled at her, and the strong sense of panic in his heart had nowhere to vent.

Suddenly, the corners of Lan Qing's mouth were shallowly hooked, and a beautiful smile dazzled Jing Ci, and his heart skipped a beat.

Smile with relief, with gentleness, and with determination.

"You are Jing Ci...... You're not him, you're not...... It was me who was wrong... I was wrong from the beginning, you weren't him... It's not him..."

"What the hell are you talking about! Who am I?" Jing Ci felt that Lan Qing seemed to be stunned, and there was no trace of the cold and noble of the past in such a dejected appearance.

Lan Qing didn't answer, tilting his head slightly to look at him, as if he was looking at others through him.

After a long stalemate, Lan Qing seemed to have gotten some answer from his face. With ease, he asked softly, "Do you want Wen Yun to come back?"

Jing Ci's heart trembled slightly, and he had a hunch that what he wanted to hear next. Lan Qing took care of herself and continued:

“...... Surely yes, Master... I'll give you Yuan Dan and help you resurrect her... Okay, okay?"

Jing Ci subconsciously took a step forward, the tip of the sword pierced his clothes, and drops of blood fell from his clenched fist: "Lan Qing, you sober me up! I will take Yuan Dan myself! I don't need you to do it!"

"Stand, don't move......" Lan Qing wiped away the blood that flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were dyed with tenderness: "I can't wait... I said it would be as you wished......"

Rumble!

Jing Ci's head seemed to explode a muffled thunder, his body trembled, his black eyes were dyed blood-red, and he roared: "You shut up for me! Take care of your body, live well and wait for me to take it personally, you are not allowed to do it! You are not allowed to do it! I am not allowed!!"

A dark figure in the distance was secretly watching the situation, and the development of things did not seem quite right, and a trace of unhappiness flashed in his eyes. He took out a small box from his bosom and muttered a mantra in his mouth. The small box began to emit black gas.

Jing Ci suddenly felt a tearing pain in his heart, as if two manic forces were tearing him apart. He took a step back away from the blade, covering his chest with one hand, his face pained.

Lan Qing listened to his words and was slightly stunned. Then the corners of his mouth pulled out a slight arc.

In the next second, Wanggui Sword Blade turned and pierced into the heart, and blood spurted out instantly, dyeing the light blue dress red.

"Don't!Lan Qing!!I'm not allowed!Not allowed!!"

Jing Ciqiang held back the sharp pain, struggled, and screamed, trying to stop her. But Lan Qing's movements were faster than him, and in the blink of an eye, he picked out a golden bead from his chest—Yuan Dan.

"Stop!!"

Jing Ci rushed towards her regardless of it, and his black eyes completely turned into bloody eyes! Resentment, restlessness, and mania completely exploded at this moment.

When Lan Qing was about to fall to the ground, he preemptively took her into his arms, his bloody eyes were full of madness: "I said that I would take it out with my own hands, who allowed you to be amorous! Do you pity me? Look down on me?"

It was obviously venting his monstrous anger at her, but his trembling hands kept transmitting spiritual power to her. Yuan Dan took it out, and these spiritual powers sank into the sea like stones, and they did not play the slightest role.

The black shadow in the distance showed unhappiness, grabbed his five fingers, and began to send a large amount of magic breath into the small box, muttering incessantly. The black gas is like the hot gas coming out of boiling water, and it becomes more and more vigorous under the urging.

Lan Qing used his last strength to put Yuan Dan into Jing Ci's clothes, and his vision gradually began to blur. In the haze, I saw those bloody eyes and muttered, "It turns out that it's you......"

After speaking, a large stream of blood poured out from his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears, and Lan Qing was completely speechless because of the accumulation of blood in his throat.

In a few moments, blood stained her face.

Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly closed his eyes.