Zhao Lingzhu, who was chaotic in a dream, instantly burst out all his strength from his limbs and hundreds of remains, with the majestic power of qi and blood and the strong true yuan mana, a simple explosion alone was definitely not comparable to the Earth Immortal Cultivator. After all, this is the power that instantly erupts between the life and death of the spirit fox, which is the top life in the heavens and universes, whether it is the bloodline or the supernatural secret technique, it is beyond common sense, and the natural explosive power is very powerful.

But soon Zhao Lingzhu noticed that something was wrong, and controlled this powerful explosive power before it came out of his body, without the slightest leakage, and there was nothing unusual at all when he looked at it from the outside. But only Zhao Lingzhu himself knows that this is something that can only be done with his own strength and strong control, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao Lingzhu has too much time to figure out his own strength that ordinary monks don't have, he would definitely not be able to do this. This is already too much of a means beyond Zhao Lingzhu's realm.

However, even so, Zhao Lingzhu did not pay any price, if a monk who was too much beyond Zhao Lingzhu's realm could judge Zhao Lingzhu's state, then he would find that the strength of his whole body exploded in less than a breath and forcibly controlled, Zhao Lingzhu was still internally injured at this time, and it was not light, and the pills on Zhao Lingzhu's body would not be of any help, only relying on water grinding to recover slowly, and the process of this may be more than a month.

Zhao Lingzhu was still lying in place and did not move, but opened his eyes silently, and glanced at Qingzi who was honestly staying by the fire to meditate and do his homework, Zhao Lingzhu felt the faint pain in his heart, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, it should be said...... Fortunately?

This is not a dream or a dream, for monks, this phenomenon is called the demon into the body, and the monk with a demon barrier will encounter the situation, Zhao Lingzhu is the demon he met in a dream, so he is very real, and he can't help but want to do something, which also means that the modification is deeply affected by the demon.

In fact, if you think about your dreams, isn't it full of loopholes, not to mention that Qingzi is a dumb person at all, even if he hides it, how can he hide it from Zhao Lingzhu, and what kind of character is Qingzi, what kind of grudge he has against himself, why did he come to assassinate himself, or which killer would rashly act without gaining full trust, and shoot at night when he knew him during the day? How could there be such a fool. Finally, in the mountain gate of this Mixed Yuan Yan Heavenly Palace, Zhao Lingzhu is absolutely safe, at least the safety of his life is guaranteed, when he comes to the Mixed Yuan Yan Heavenly Palace to participate in the assessment, the Mixed Yuan Yan Heavenly Palace will naturally be responsible for the safety of the candidates, if he loses his life during the assessment, not to mention whether the forces behind the candidates will give up, it is also a big blow to the reputation of the Mixed Yuan Yan Heavenly Palace.

Zhao Lingzhu also knew these things clearly, so he reacted as soon as he got out of the dream, and controlled his violent power without disturbing Qingzi.

"......" Zhao Lingzhu continued to sleep unintentionally, with big eyes open, looking at the sky attentively. The moonlight is beautiful, the stars are lonely, but the very good moonlight makes Zhao Lingzhu's mind turn, and she doesn't think about it anymore, and the sorrow in her heart is one more, which she can't sort out, and she keeps cutting.

In the end, his inner demons have not been eliminated, and it has not been long since that incident, but Zhao Lingzhu always feels that he has experienced too many things, and it is time to forget about his misfortune. He exterminated the scorpion tiger, avenged the fellow monks, met the four earth immortals, and got the inheritance of the puppet Dao power, and unexpectedly harvested the promotion of the mountain and river catalog.

For Zhao Lingzhu, who is not very experienced, this is already a lot of things, Zhao Lingzhu always thinks that if he lets other things cover him up, he will never think about it again, as if he has not been injured.

But this is tantamount to self-deception, some things can be covered and forgotten, but some things remain, crawling out and gnawing at your wounds when you are at your most vulnerable. Obviously, Zhao Lingzhu has never let go of the sword stabbed in the back of the heart, that time is the closest Zhao Lingzhu has come to death, if it were not for the rescue of the puppet army, Zhao Lingzhu would directly damage this spirit fox clone, and the consequences were not acceptable to Zhao Lingzhu.

The pain in the flesh made Zhao Lingzhu angry, but the pain in his heart made people feel like walking into the ice and snow, and they were confused in the cold.

That's why Zhao Lingzhu will keep a distance from all the monks who come to his side, especially those who are comparable to him, who are stronger than himself, but he is not sensitive to Zhao Lingzhu who expresses his kindness. Among them, there are the fearless words of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and there are also Qingzi......

Zhao Lingzhu thought that he chose to keep his distance from them because he couldn't get used to these monks, and if he met someone who knew him correctly, he would definitely open his heart again...... But in fact, this is just an excuse made by himself, Qingzi's appearance reminded Zhao Lingzhu very strongly, it is not that Zhao Lingzhu does not want to intersect with other monks, but the impact of that incident has always existed, not everyone is difficult to enter Zhao Lingzhu's eyes, but Zhao Lingzhu himself is unwilling to open his heart, and he is afraid that it is still a cold blade that will greet him again......

Zhao Lingzhu likes Qingzi's confused little guy very much, although he is not older than him, but Zhao Lingzhu, who has strength, is willing to help him protect her, and is used to watching him ask for credit after doing something insignificant, this feeling is very good, but unfortunately, Zhao Lingzhu doesn't want to go further with this likable little guy, even if he is a friend, because ...... Zhao Lingzhu didn't believe him.

When he was awake, Zhao Lingzhu could use his reason to control himself not to be disturbed by evil thoughts, so that he had any other thoughts about Qingzi, but the inner demon was always by the monk's side, looking for the monk's most vulnerable time, and this time came, bringing Zhao Lingzhu a dream, a cold dream.

This is all because of Zhao Lingzhu's suspicion, not only Qingzi, Zhao Lingzhu doesn't believe in any stranger, and even the sad people Zhao Lingzhu believes in are actually only Huang Qian and Pan Yuan, who are spirit beasts, can't trust others and talk about how to communicate with others, Taoist friends, Taoist friends, don't even want to sit and talk about Taoism, what kind of friends! This is Zhao Lingzhu's inner demon, he can't escape, he can't forget it, like a maggot attached to the bone, and the monk who gnaws at it is weak.

Zhao Lingzhu didn't have any way, in this silent night, by the small fire, Zhao Lingzhu knew his biggest crux, but he was helpless, he intentionally or unintentionally forced himself to believe that Qingzi was a trustworthy existence, but it was useless, the reason why the heart demon was one of the biggest obstacles on the way forward for the monk was because he was difficult to deal with, not to mention the inheritance of the Flying Star Immortal or the Mangya Star Mansion, even if it was the inheritance of many of his top life clones, there was no way to solve it, Everything depends on one's own fate and creation.

Thinking of the night when he penetrated his heart, Zhao Lingzhu thought of his savior, the Protector puppet army who was destroyed into a pile of parts in order to save himself, that is the person who is really good to himself......

Zhao Lingzhu didn't feel the slightest sleepiness in the cold night, but he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't disturb the Qingzi beside him. The fire beside him didn't give Zhao Lingzhu, who was a monk, a little warmth, Zhao Lingzhu stared at the crooked moon, thinking of the relatives in Qipeng Village who didn't know where they had gone.

Uncle Ji, uncle, Aunt Ma...... Familiar names passed through Zhao Lingzhu's heart, over and over again, only when he thought about this group of family members, Zhao Lingzhu's heart was warm, and this was also Zhao Lingzhu's only means of comforting himself, but wasn't Zhao Lingzhu's struggle just for them? Silently reciting their names, gradually, a name that had been with me for a very short time but left a deep impression on me emerged.

The name of the girl who didn't tell her real name until they were separated......

Yun Yu ...... Yes.