"It's not like that, Monarchy, you listen to my explanation. Fastest update access: щщщ.79XS.сОΜ. ”

Qiling fell into a panic that he had never felt before, he had never seen such a cold back of Jun Quan, they were best friends, weren't they, they were confidants regardless of each other, and they had always had a good heart.

"You've also seen the changes in the naked body. That terrifying face, that demonic wings. The prophecy of the god of the sky's calamity, in the dark, has already begun. This demon star can't stay, he's your death, I can't watch you die, so I can only ......"

"So you can only kill him, right?"

Jun Quan turned his head, his silver eyes were full of coldness, and he looked at his best friend's eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger, "Didn't I tell you earlier, even if Xiao Chi is my death, I will protect him." ”

For the first time, there was a rift in the relationship between this pair of childhood sweethearts.

The rift is huge, like a chasm in the sky, which cannot be crossed.

"Qiling, I misjudged you."

The 'color' of the priest's face turned pale in an instant, like the deep snow of the wasteland.

"Let's go, the royal brother and the red crown are still waiting for you. Xiao Chi's business, don't worry about it anymore. ”

Jun Quan hugged his broken body, elegant as the wind, light as water, and whispered decisively, "Don't worry about my business." ”

Qiling received a huge blow and took two steps back in a row, his eyes blank.

In spite of?

This is a no-no!

The priest took a few deep breaths, calmed down his painful feelings, and after three breaths, his slender eyes were calm again: "Don't 'provoke', don't talk nonsense." I'll go to the palace first, treat the wounds of the red-crowned prince, and come back to stay in Baishan to see you. ”

The monarch has always turned his back on him and ignored it.

Qiling sighed heavily, took a deep look at the back of his best friend, and with a spread of seven wings behind him, he turned into a Changhong and flew towards the direction of the Yuhuang Palace, the top of the heavenly frontier.

Under the long sky, only the lonely sorrowful cry of the peacock remained, which did not stop for a long time.

Jun Quan bit his lip tightly, and the sorrowful roar was not another kind of punishment for him.

"Xiao Chi, Master will take you home."

He carefully hugged the bloody young man in his arms, and the corners of his 'lips' hooked up a sad arc, "It's the teacher's fault, in the future, no one can hurt you." Even Qiling can't do it. ”

Chi Ming is like a well-behaved bird, nestled in the arms of the master, her red eyes are shining and shining, and her pupils are gentle.

"Your father doesn't want you, I want you. I am your uncle and your master. I will take good care of you. ”

"Brother Huang dislikes you for being a one-winged waste? How can our little red be a waste, look at these three red wings, how beautiful they are. The Qiling you can 'force' even take out the Sky Halberd, and the strength will definitely not be much worse than the Red Crown. ”

"You have to remember that you are the best. When you go back, Master will help you connect the broken wings, and in the future, we will soar into the sky together. ”

Chi Ming was very quiet, listening silently, and his heart was full of warmth.

He knew that Master was not a man of many words, but today he had told himself so much, and he really loved himself as a son. For his own sake, he even gave up the hundred-year friendship with the Seven Feathers Priest.

Just as Jun Quan was about to leave, Chi Ming blinked his eyes and saw Jiang Louyue who was lying on the ground and fainted.

Her hands were bloody, and when she was protecting herself, she forcibly held the wound cut by the blade in front of the Sky Halberd. At that time, she had obviously been caught in the Dance of the Crane Snow of Qiling and was riddled with poison, but she still rushed up to save herself without hesitation.

"Master."

"Huh?"

"Can you bring that young 'girl' from the East back to Liubai Mountain together, if it weren't for her, the disciple would probably have become a dead soul under the halberd."

"Really?"

Jun Quan's clear silver eyes fell on Jiang Louyue's body, her good-looking brows frowned slightly, and she said worriedly, "Her 'lips' and 'color' are blue, her eyes are dark blue, and there is a blood line behind her ears, which should be poisoned by the red of the crane." There can be no delay. ”

With a wave of the silver-red 'colored' long sleeves, Jun Quan swept Jiang Louyue's body between the two wings in the center behind him, carefully protecting it.

Then, the other six wings of his body fluttered their wings and flew in the direction of Liubai Mountain.

*****

"Qiling, you're finally here. Come and see Red Crown, his condition is getting worse and worse. ”

Yuhuang is a handsome middle-aged man with a very majestic face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a strong body, which is five points similar to the monarch's eyebrows, but his body is a full number larger than the monarch's power. A bright yellow 'colored' dragon robe, with ten golden 'colored' wings behind it, symbolizes unsurpassed power and supreme strength.

"Yes, Emperor Yu!"

Qiling looked respectful, walked to the edge of the dragon couch, and poked his head out.

What caught the eye was the red hair, the unruly and handsome face, and a suspicious layer of dark demonic aura floating above the white cheeks. At the same time, a very terrifying huge sword mark on the 'chest' was slashed from the left shoulder to the right waist, traversing diagonally.

The red crown was not wearing a shirt, and the 'lean' and thin 'chest' was wrapped with a white gauze bandage.

However, the black and red 'color' blood seeped out layer by layer, and the 'color' can be described as shocking.

"Emperor Yu, can the minister take a look at the wound of the red-crowned prince and untie the bandage?" Qiling made a request.

Yu Huang nodded: "Yes." ”

Qiling took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and untied the blood-stained bandages layer by layer, the wound was ten times worse than expected—the black 'colored' flesh and blood were rotting, and the jagged wounds, the dense dark demonic qi, tirelessly eroded the texture of the inner layer.

It's too serious!

If the dark demonic qi is allowed to continue to erode, it will invade the internal organs for half a day at most. If the internal organs rot, at that time, even if the god of the sky appears, he will not be able to save the red crown.

"How?" Emperor Yu looked anxious, "My Emperor, can you still be saved?" ”

"Let the minister give it a try."

Qiling's face was dignified, his hands were folded, the seven wings behind him were spread, and the colorful streamers rotated, exuding a quiet luster, "The dance of the clear sky!" ”

This is an extremely soft dance, even the dance posture is extremely slow, between the wings and hands and feet, circles of colorful streamers converge into one in the air, merging into a holy white light, like ripples, enveloping the red crown in it.

That's where the priest is great.

However, any divine envoy who is chosen by the god of the sky can conjure up a certain amount of spiritual power of light to purify the calamity and demonic obstacles.

The dark demonic aura entrenched on the red crown's hideous wound dissipated slightly after it came into contact with the Dance of Clearness, and the dark black turned into a light gray 'color'.

"Useful!" Emperor Yu was overjoyed when he saw that his beloved son was saved.

A dance of clear space, three times in succession, lasted for about a stick of incense.

Qiling went all out, sweating profusely, and the spiritual power of his whole body was consumed. This Clearance Dance, although it was the only non-combat among the seven dances he mastered, was the most difficult and costly one.