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The shadow of death once again loomed over my heart......

Qi Xiang looked up and stared, only to see that above the castle, Yun Zhongyu pulled his bow and arrows again, and shot out with hatred.

With a swish, another flash of silver light flickered, like a star in the night sky, and before the light dimmed, a white feather arrow had already pierced through the air.

Before the arrow arrived, the killing intent in the sky rushed to the face.

Qi Xiang was sweating profusely and wanted to dodge, but he didn't have the ability, so he could only watch as the meteor bolt broke through layers of air in the air and dragged up a long tail......

"Poof!"

White arrows flew and easily pierced his thighs, and the arrows pinned to the hard concrete pavement. While the blood was splashing, it also hurt his entire body curled up like a prawn.

An arrow was shot in the thigh, pinning him to the ground and unable to move.

Qi Xiang screamed in pain and sweated like rain.

At this time, the rain in the clouds had no intention of stopping, and the third white arrow was already buckled on the string. This time, he was aiming at Qi Xiang's forehead.

"Die!"

Yun Zhongyu didn't have any nonsense, and directly let go of the fingers that buckled the string.

Arrows are like meteors, breaking through the sky and killing!

"Are you going to get to that point?"

Life and death were at stake, Qi Xiang knew that he could no longer have the slightest reservation, and at the moment he gritted his teeth, his soul was burning, and a cool force instantly penetrated into his limbs and hundreds of remains.

At this moment, Qi Xiang was like a walking corpse, with a strange light in his eyes.

......Shh

The third feather arrow flashed, and before it could be pierced, it had already been struck by his backhand and intercepted directly in mid-air. The white feathered arrows froze, and the arrows were still spinning at high speed. There was a faint hint of green smoke.

Qi Xiang's palm, the skin of the palm has been worn out, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

But what is strange is that the expression on his face remains unchanged, and he is not shocked, as if he has lost his sense of pain. The physiological instincts that humans should have. The texture reaction is completely gone.

Catching arrows with bare hands is not something that a seriously wounded person on the verge of death should have.

At first glance, the rain in the clouds was naturally stunned and surprised.

In an instant, Qi Xiang suddenly waved his hand, and the blood-stained feather arrows trembled in the air like lightning bolts. Reverse towards the rain in the clouds. And the speed of throwing the arrow is not much slower than that of the bowstring shot.

An arrow was thrown away, Qi Xiang pulled it out on his shoulder again, and the arrow hooked a piece of flesh and blood, but he didn't realize it, and pulled out the white pole arrow stuck in his thigh.

The two arrows in his hand also turned into a streamer and broke through the air.

These two feathered arrows. The last to come is in the shape of the first arrow. Like a sharp triangle, it pounced on the clouds and rain on the high wall.

Three arrows struck, Yun Zhongyu snorted coldly, and the horn iron tire bow in his hand, like the propeller of a helicopter swinging, formed an invisible shield in front of him.

The three feathered arrows didn't even get into half a point. Just under the propeller, they broke off and flew away.

But at this moment, a white light flickered, and the retina of the rain in the clouds couldn't catch it at all, so when he felt the stinging pain of a pinprick in his forehead, he reached out and touched it strangely.

One touch. The fingers are moist and a little dry.

He was a little confused, and when he looked down, he saw a stain of bright red blood.

This is the last image he saw in the world.

Bang!

Suddenly, Yun Zhongyu's head exploded, and in an exclamation, the whole person fell to the wall.

Not to mention the reaction of the Yun family, I saw an invisible white light in the air, and after the head of the rain in the clouds shuttled by, it took a detour and folded to the feet of Qi Xiang again.

At this time, the white light distorted, vaguely evolved into the form of a small boat, and then the streamer rolled up, wrapping the body of the Qi elephant, which was also inexplicably planted, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Someone noticed this scene, but as soon as their eyes sparked, Qi Xiang had disappeared, which was very bizarre.

Someone rescued? Or self-help?

Or rather, that's ......

Some people are puzzled and speculated, and they are puzzled.

However, that has nothing to do with Qi Xiang, he is like a lost dog, fleeing for his life in a hurry. From Yuncheng, he fled all the way to the provincial airport, and then got into a plane back to Hunan Province.

However, even if the flight took off smoothly, he did not dare to relax. He was afraid that when the plane landed, when the cabin staff cleaned up, a suspicious corpse would be found somewhere in the cabin......

If you haven't reached a safe place yet, it's important to stick to it.

Qi Xiang was firm in his beliefs, but he felt that his soul was like lamp oil, constantly consuming and burning.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

At this time, Qi Xiang understood the feelings and understood what it meant to be suffering.

Fry and simmer. Scorching, boiling.

That pain, which originates from the soul, is a hundred times stronger than the pain of the body.

Every minute and every second is a kind of torture.

Qi Xiang didn't know how he endured it.

In short, the clothes on the body, it was wet and dry, dry and wet. After repeating this process several times, the air journey is not over until the skin of the body turns white and there is no longer any sweat.

When the plane landed, the cabin door opened, and several flight attendants felt a gust of air blowing, and the wind was blowing for no reason, which made them startled in their hearts and had goosebumps.

It seems that many people at the airport have encountered such a supernatural event.

It is said that a few days later, a senior monk was secretly invited to hold a private ceremony.

Of course, this is just gossip, chasing after the wind, there is no actual evidence, and the airport will not admit it no matter what......

After leaving the airport, after some tossing and turning, Qi Xiang arrived in Yueyang.

In the dead of night, in the wide Dongting Lake, the breeze is gentle, the lake surface ripples and undulates, rippling layer by layer, crushing the bright moon in the lake, leaving a little silver light.

"Plop."

Suddenly, as if someone couldn't think of it, he threw himself into the lake and splashed three feet of water.

Tourists who were boating on the lake to watch the scenery were naturally very anxious and hurriedly called the boatman to inspect the situation. Some kind-hearted people quickly put on life jackets. Directly into the water for salvage.

It's just that after fishing for a long time, I didn't find anyone.

Because at this time, Qi Xiang had already returned to the secret space, and as soon as he entered the familiar environment, his mind suddenly relaxed. The whole person also collapsed, his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, Qi Xiang only felt a chill on his face, and he woke up slowly.

He opened his eyes, dazed.

At this moment, a cool water arrow fell on his face.

The skin was irritated, making him instantly sober. As soon as his body instinctively moved, a pain similar to scraping bones and cutting flesh was transmitted to the central nervous system, making him scream uncontrollably.

At the same time, as if knowing that his condition was not very good, a water arrow flew again.

Only this time, the water arrow was not shot at him in the face. Instead, it shot into the air and exploded, turning into subtle nectar. Silent landing.

The nectar was silent, seeping through his skin, clear, cool, and a little painful.

"Who?"

Qi Xiang endured the pain and turned his head to look.

I saw this time. The small and delicate turtle crawled over next to it, with a small head high, and seemed to be a little proud.

"It's you."

Qi Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "Thank you." ”

The turtle nodded his head quite spiritually. Then he turned his body awkwardly and crawled a few steps in the secret space, and his carapace body flashed slightly, and disappeared in an instant.

Qi Xiang understood that this was the natural ability of the Xuan Turtle, and he could shuttle in and out of the secret space and Dongting Lake at will without any assistance.

After a while, the disappeared turtle came out again, holding a live prawn in its mouth. It pulled the prawns, slowly crawled to Qi Xiang's side, loosened its mouth and threw it down, signaling......

“…… Thank you! ”

Qi Xiang laughed and laughed, and he was also a little moved in his heart.

Since the birth of the turtle, to the present, he has basically been laissez-faire and has never been in charge.

It's also rare that the turtle still remembers him and cares for him......

Qi Xiang reluctantly raised his hand and grabbed the prawn, only to pinch the shrimp shell hard, but found that his arm seemed to be wasted, soft as cotton wool, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Moreover, as soon as the arm moves, the whole body is moved, not only the muscles and bones of the arm are painful, but even all parts of the body, including the five internal organs, begin to rebel, sweet and sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and the five flavors are mixed.

At this time, Qi Xiang instinctively wanted to drive the power of the divine soul and heal the injury. But as soon as the thought moved, a very strong pinprick and tingling pain came from his brain, which made his body weak and he was about to faint.

After a long time, he was relieved and saddened.

He remembered how he had escaped from the Yun family's battlefield. It was the power that burned the divine soul, and barely urged the mysterious tortoise shell to have a chance to escape while the chaos was in chaos.

This is a sacrifice, with the power of the divine soul as a sacrifice, only to pick up a small life.

Based on the principle of equivalent exchange, his situation is naturally very serious.

The body is full of holes, so there is no need to mention it. Just after more than a year of penance, the power of the soul of the night tour was also wasted overnight.

In addition, I don't know if there are any sequelae. For example, when the sea of knowledge is exhausted, he can no longer cultivate his spiritual power, and he loses the opportunity to become a metaphysical cultivator again?

This is not a blind guess, because at this time, whether it is the mysterious tortoise shell or the secret text of the water moon, including a wisp of mirage, they have lost contact with him.

Qi Xiang was anxious and wanted to communicate repeatedly, but whenever the thought moved, the stinging pain of the needle prick made his tears like a spring, gurgling and flowing.

“…… This time, the fun is great, and the aftermath is endless. ”

For a while, Qi Xiang was a little disheartened, and it was inevitable that he was a little desperate.

"Is it really going to be over?"

Qi Xiang was unwilling, forced himself to calm down, his eyes wandered, and he landed on a suitcase nearby. In an instant, he struggled to his feet, and despite the broken muscles and bones of his body, he crawled over and carefully opened the suitcase.

In the box, there is a plate as crystal clear as jade, and around the plate, there are a lot of crystal clear beads...... (To be continued......)