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Suddenly, thunderclouds rose in all directions, obscuring the sky and the sun.

In the blink of an eye, the sky changed color.

In the black and white consciousness, I saw that the clouds suddenly thickened, the invisible wind was no longer warm, and the trees on the side were tilted, and they could break at any time. In the whole Shanhe Town, only the dilapidated temple remains, leaving a peace.

"Let's go!"

A frightened voice came, and inside Ji Qing's consciousness was a woman with a slightly distorted face and pulling her right hand.

"Run, run!"

What the?

Ji Qing didn't know what the woman was talking about.

The body subconsciously pulled the woman's hand with her backhand, the blue light in the dantian jumped eagerly, and there was a depressed breath behind her. I don't know anything, but my whole body is shouting about danger.

Danger, danger! Come on.

Consciousness is occupied by fear. Finally, I heard a loud 'boom', followed by a sharp pain in my back.

It took a while for the black world to become white, and the woman in purple in her consciousness also came to her senses, stood up with difficulty, and patted the dust on her body.

The woman's whole person was a little embarrassed, her face was covered with bloody wounds left by sand and stones, and the difference was that the demonic face, there was no anger, some were just full of luck.

Ji Qing got up, rubbed her sore head, there was a hot pain behind her, she was still a little confused, and asked the woman, "What was it just now?" ”

The woman's answer was very simple, she raised her eyebrows and said to Ji Qing, "Look there." ”

Pointing to the outside of the dilapidated temple, Ji Qing realized that they had already hid in the temple when they were in danger.

She looked back at the empty, charred land, where the corpse of the demon cultivator who had been lying there not long ago had long since turned to dust and disappeared.

How could that ugly-looking man have such ability? With such power, it can only self-detonate. But there is something wrong, that man is a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining, even if he exposes himself, the power is only equivalent to a full blow in the later stage of foundation building. However, just now, it was not just the late stage of foundation building.

Confused, he naturally asked: "This is a self-explosion?!" ”

The surprised tone clearly expressed Ji Qing's meaning.

Practicing the eighth-layer monk, how can self-detonation have such power?

Ji Qing's divine sense fell on the subtle crack of the round-shaped magic weapon, and his doubts deepened in his heart.

This round magic weapon can withstand a blow from the Yuanying Monk, and it can leave a slight crack here, and it can't be done without the combat power of the late Jindan.

"It can be said to be a self-detonation, or it can be said that it is not a self-detonation. That's just a man's practice, cultivating with his own flesh and blood, and absorbing his own vitality. ”

Ji Qing listened to the woman's words and thought of the corrupt raw flesh on the man's face. She listened to the woman again.

"When one day one's own vitality is gone, he will take the vitality of others. The move just now was a self-explosion caused by his own flesh and blood. It can be said that it is self-destructing, but it can also be said to be his strongest move. ”

The world is so big that there are no surprises. The current Ji Qingqing is aware of the treacherous magic cultivation method that the master said, and uses his own vitality as a guide, such a cultivation method is unheard of.

Ji Qing's heart palpitated, if it weren't for this woman, maybe he would have confessed here today, all in all, this kind of death can't make Ji Qing close his eyes willingly.

She wanted to say thank you to the woman, but she spoke faster than she did.

The woman tidied up her messy purple clothes, made a big salute to Ji Qing, and said, "Don't thank you for your kindness, if you need help in the future, even if you ask me, I owe you a life." ”

The woman's words were sincere, which made Ji Qing think of the conversation with Cheng Yu that night.

In the small courtyard of the farmhouse, she was blind, and when Chen Yu brought him the osmanthus cake made by her mother, she said this sentence.

Subconsciously, she replied with another sentence: "Your cultivation is not enough to deliver food." ”

It was obviously arrogant, but Ji Qing said it with a flat expression and a cold tone.

Let the woman listen to it for a moment of stunned.

The woman turned her face away, her expression was not friendly, she snorted coldly and said, "I don't know what to do, don't rush to beg me in the future." ”

Ji Qing held back a smile, his huge divine sense stared at the awkward woman in purple, but in his heart he felt that he was probably not like her.

Although the paranoia was somewhat similar, she didn't feel that she was like that. It's too funny.

Ji Qing covered the corners of his mouth with his left hand slightly, and said, "If you really want to thank me, tell me your name, and what did the man ask you for?" ”

She will never forget the task of the Sword Sect, there are a lot of strange things in this mountain and river town. Now I met a group of demon cultivators, chased and killed a demon cultivator, and asked her for something. This must be extremely important. Although she saved the woman, she was still a little wary of her.

You can save someone you don't know, but you can't trust a stranger completely. The phrase that people's hearts are separated from their bellies is not alarmist, but the blood and tears summed up by the ancestors.

When the woman heard Ji Qing say this, she raised her eyebrows, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and her eyes were bright and arrogant.

Her voice was a little loud and a little soft, as if she was hiding some bluff, and it seemed like a trace of emptiness suddenly surged from the bottom of her heart.

"What is the gratitude for doing good? It's shameless. ”

There was a little dodge in her eyes, a little guilt hidden. However, the dark green eyes of godlessness cannot see the true meaning.

Ji Qing could only hear this and saw the woman twist her head. There is a lot of helplessness in my heart, who just said I owed her a life not long ago? Who is it that has turned his face now? is also a woman, but she admires this woman's mood of changing when she says she can change.

She heard the woman's hesitant voice again: "Ask me, and I will tell you." ”

Unreasonable. Ji Qing's stunned expression clearly revealed this meaning.

The woman blushed slightly when she saw this, she had a ruthless temperament and a thick face on weekdays, and when she met a woman who saved him, she showed her skills again.

She said, "Jade Yanzhi, Demon Dao Monk. ”

Yu Yanzhi's identity is too important to tell Ji Qing, and not many people know this name, so it doesn't matter if you tell Ji Qing.

After Yu Yanzhi finished speaking, Ji Qing also opened her mouth, her voice was flat and firm: "Yuan Qing, Sword Sect Sword Cultivation." ”

The purple eyes met the dark green eyes of the voice owner, and what rose in Yu Yanzhi's heart was what he said to Ji Qing that night. Such a woman is cultivating immortals on the right path, and the road will be much bumpy. It's better to come to the Demon Dao and be a free and easy Demon Cultivator.

However, even if they hadn't known each other for a long time, she knew very well that Ji Qing would never turn to demon cultivation without cultivating immortals.

There are many similarities between the two of them, and there are many differences. Yu Yanzhi's paranoia is paranoia about what he identifies with, and Ji Qing's paranoia is paranoia about the Tao and what is right.

Ji Qing has always been looking for the right side of things, but what is absolutely right and absolutely wrong, she wants to prove that she is right, but often thinking like this is wrong.