Ayin thought for a moment and continued to add: "If you continue to fight like this, you won't be able to defeat me, and there is no way to put me in the prison hall again." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info What's the point of continuing to play. ”

Ayin is telling the truth.

So it sounds like a joke, but when you think about it, it makes sense. As a result, everyone present seriously thought about the feasibility of peace.

"Since you've had a lot of injuries and I've had a lot of injuries, we might as well draw it." Ah Yin said, glancing at the head of the house, "What do you say?" ”

So everyone's attention fell on the head of the real monarch again.

Because he is the one who has devoted his life to cultivation, and the elder of the Lingyin Sect is also him. It's still him who has been fighting with Ayin until now.

Seeing that the head of the sect Zhenjun worked so hard, the other sects did not make any efforts, if the head of the sect Zhenjun clearly expressed the meaning of peace at this time, of course the other sects would not have any other opinions.

The head of the sect was silent for a moment.

He was weak now, so if he wanted to think, he had to concentrate, he had to spend more time doing it.

But for this question, the head of the family doesn't need to think about it.

He looked at Ayin and said lightly: "If day and night can be reversed, and black and white can be indistinguished, then people and demons, of course, can become allies." ”

The meaning of this sentence is already obvious.

Ayin's eyes darkened.

Luo Yan's eyes were similarly darkened.

Ayin was a little distracted, she didn't mean to, but couldn't help asking, "Really...... Do you have to do it? ”

It doesn't sound like I'm asking the head of the house, but it's more like I'm asking myself.

The head of the house did not answer.

After a while, however, someone answered for him.

A voice that didn't know where it came from, but it vaguely made everyone feel familiar, but more frightened, replied: "Of course it is." ”

Everyone looked at the source of the sound.

I saw a swarthy black figure appear out of thin air beside the head of Zhenjun and Ayin.

He came like a ghost every time, silently.

"It's sunny!" Among the deacon's disciples, someone exclaimed.

Qing hooked the corners of her mouth, ignored the surprised disciple, looked at Ayin, and said with a hint of mockery in her eyes: "Of course you must do this." Haven't you woken up for so long? ”

He replied to himself, but no one dared to interrupt him.

On the scene, suddenly the confrontation between Ah Yin and the head of the family Zhenjun became a triangular confrontation of three people.

It's a good time for the sunny day. At this time, it was the time when the head of the house, Zhenjun and Ayin, were both injured and weak at the same time.

At this time, what Haru wanted to do, it seemed that the two people in front of him couldn't stop him.

Qing first left Ayin and walked in front of the head of Zhenjun.

He didn't say anything, and directly aimed his hand at the placket of the head of the family.

A gust of yin wind drifted by, and a shriveled scroll suddenly fell from the head of the sect and flew into Qing's hand.

The head of the real monarch was stunned.

Everyone was also stunned.

Anyone who has been to the Heavenly Prison recognizes that this scroll is the scroll that the head of the True Monarch took out from the Heavenly Prison to seal the power of the gods.

Qing added lightly: "This scroll is not of much use to you, so it is better to leave it to me." ”

If the head of the sect still had the strength to resist, he would definitely not watch Qing take the scroll away.

But he was not able to resist.

Ayin knew very well that Qing came here not only for this scroll that had been sucked clean by her a long time ago.

The elders who were watching from the sidelines were also very clear, so they wanted to watch from the sidelines for a while to see what Qing wanted to do.

For a while, Ah Yin and the others didn't do anything to Qing, let alone take back the scroll from him, just quietly stood by.

Qing glanced at Zhenjun, the head of the sect who had all his spiritual power and cultivation, and then at Ah Yin, who had gone through a fight, with a gray face and a face full of battle marks, and hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction: "It seems that I came at the right time." ”

This sentence exposes that Qing must have a purpose, but it makes it impossible for everyone to know what he does.

So not only Ah Yin, but even the elders of the various factions who were watching in the Shan Hu Hall all made a posture to fight with Qing at any time.

Suddenly, Harushi made a move.

He opened the scroll he had taken from the head of the house, reached out, and pressed it into the scroll.

A powerful qi swirled up from the scroll.

Qing did not hesitate to pour her spiritual power into it. The shriveled scroll gradually swelled.

Everyone stared blankly at Qing, not understanding what he meant by doing this.

When the scroll was filled with Qing's spiritual power, he lightly withdrew his hand.

Qing didn't say anything, just folded the scroll again and put it back on.

The scroll suddenly erupted with a fierce fiery red light. One end of the scroll became as sharp as a sharp blade.

In Qing's hand, the scroll turned into a sharp weapon that looked like a fiery red umbrella.

Qing looked at Ayin and hooked the corners of her mouth: "I need to ask you to borrow something." ”

So Qing stabbed the scroll into Ayin's chest without hindrance.

Ayin was defenseless against all this.

But the next moment, she felt that the power of the gods in her body was gradually passing, slowly pouring into Qing's scroll.

Why is that? Ayin didn't understand why Qing could use the scroll to extract her power from the gods.

But during the whole process, she didn't feel the slightest pain, but felt that the spiritual power in her body was being quickly hollowed out.

Ah Yin felt that it was not a good idea to let Qing do this.

So Ayin tried to defend it.

She reached for the scroll and gripped it firmly, trying to pull it out.

But when she grabbed the scroll, another strange suction force actually sucked her hand on it.

Ayin was stunned. Immediately afterward, she found that her power of the gods was passing faster.

The darkness on her body was gradually thinning out at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

And the people of the four major sects who were onlookers just watched Qing blankly extract the power of the gods on Ayin's body.

They don't need to make a move, they don't want to, they just need to watch these two fight.

Ayin frowned.

She glanced down at herself.

The black feathers and scales gradually faded, revealing her normal complexion.

sucked half of the power of the gods, and the remaining strength was not enough to maintain her black bird body.

A hint of horror flashed in Ayin's eyes.

She really wanted to stop Qing, because if she went down again, it would only be a trivial matter to be sucked away from the power of the gods, but it was very likely that she would not be able to get out of the Spirit Hidden Sect alive.

But she couldn't do anything. I could only watch as the scroll pulled out its spiritual power.

But then, in Ayin's true yuan, there was suddenly a hint of movement.

(To be continued.) )