As soon as these words came out, Wang Qingquan's pupils contracted significantly and violently, and although Qinglian couldn't see it, she could guess the huge shock in his heart from the slight tremor on his body.

Wang Qingquan knew that it might not be uncommon for a blade mountain to be thousands of miles in circumference, and it might not be uncommon for three or two great abilities to live in it, but if a master of the Returning Spirit Realm wanted to hide, not everyone would be able to find it.

Seeing that this little demon who was not very old and cultivated only in the Hundred Veins Realm actually knew Yi Qing's name, and the most important thing was that she blurted out that Yi Qing was killed, which had to make him feel extremely shocked in his heart.

Whether Yi Qing was seated or killed even he didn't know, which meant that Qinglian not only knew where the wooden house was, but also probably knew Yi Qing.

Under the front and back, Wang Qingquan suddenly thought of the talisman on his body, and said in his heart:

"She just said that the treasure of the Spirit Realm monk, isn't it?"

Thinking of this, he did not immediately answer the girl's question, but asked:

"Who the hell are you?"

"You've already said it yourself, I'm just an ordinary little goblin, and you haven't answered my question yet, Senior Wang. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Qingquan still felt that this demon girl Qinglian should have a certain connection with Yi Qing, but now was not the time for the subordinate prisoner to ask questions, so he could only continue to answer:

"I don't know who killed him, because when we found out, he was already buried in the back of a wooden house. ”

Immediately afterwards, the girl asked again without thinking:

"You collected the corpses in the village?"

This time, Wang Qingquan was rarely silent, because the girl's inquiry obviously poked at a little concern buried deep in his heart, and it was also a place where he was extremely unwilling to think about it.

But this time, for Wang Qingquan's silence, the girl didn't seem to have the intention of continuing to ask, as if silence was the answer she wanted to get, and only heard her whisper in a thin and soft voice:

"It's good that Yunlang is safe. ”

In the next moment, Wang Qingquan only felt a roar in the Divine Mansion, as if there were thousands of shackles cast by thunder to bind his Yuan Shen, and the back of his head ached, and he fell into boundless darkness with questions in his heart.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how long it had been since he had been asleep, and he really didn't expect him to survive.

Although the half-demon Qinglian didn't seem to be a cannibal evildoer, the violent trembling of the Yuan Shen in the end really made him feel a kind of fear before he died.

"It's a good feeling to be alive, and I don't know where this half-demon comes from and whereabouts, it's a real headache. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Qingquan found that apart from the word "Qinglian", he didn't know anything about her identity, and he didn't even know what kind of alien form she was.

was made by such a little demon cultivator in the Hundred Veins Realm to make the dantian sealed, and the Yuan Shen was also banned, it was really a shame to go to my grandmother's house.

After carefully looking at himself up and down, left and right, back and forth for a long time, Wang Qingquan finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, except for a knife wound on his neck that was only half a point away from the artery, there were no other wounds, and all the toxins in his body dissipated, which was really a blessing in misfortune.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly found that there was a line of delicate small characters and two yellowed talismans on the ground in front of him.

"Senior Wang, the neck injury is a small precept, and you should be punished for the crime of snooping, but if you are not malicious and cooperative, these two talismans will be given to the seniors as compensation. Qinglian respectfully. ”

Seeing words is like seeing people, few crosses, the domineering and arbitrariness contained in it can be seen, but there is also a trace of implied gratitude and respect, and Wang Qingquan's heart is full of speechlessness.

What is this? Obviously, you did it first, but in the end, it made me seem to be a bad person, such a strong and arrogant little girl, it is really the only time in my life.

"Even if it is the four factions in three days, and even those hidden families that have not come out for thousands of years, they have never heard of such a No. 1 Rakshasa woman? Could it be that the illegitimate daughter of the ancestor of the demon clan left behind in Kyushu?"

Thinking of this, Wang Qingquan hurriedly picked up the two yellowed talisman seals, and after a closer look, he finally discovered the clue.

There was a faint unyielding sword intent in this talisman, it was obvious that it was from the sword cultivation sect, thinking of the words of the talented girl, he was more certain about the previous guess in his heart, and said secretly:

"Eighty percent was given to her by Yi Qing. ”

Looking up in the direction of the ruins of Liangqian Village for a long time, Wang Qingquan suddenly felt extremely powerless.

Although you are a high-ranking Condensing Realm cultivator who crushes all low-level, today's encounter made him feel deeply insignificant.

Nonsense, I am about to step into the Wind Realm with half a foot, but now I am being played by an ant who only has a hundred veins in the realm, and I am still the beloved disciple of the famous "Heavenly Sword", I am really shameless to face my teacher!

But what is more insignificant than insignificance?

Wang Qingquan never thought that he would die in the hands of an ant, if it weren't for Qinglian's lack of involvement in the world, and he didn't know what it meant to cut grass and eradicate the roots, maybe he wouldn't have heard others call him senior.

Suddenly, somehow, he remembered the dead Yi Qing, the master of the Returning Spirit Realm, that was the self back then, no, even now he can only admire the existence!

But now?

Yi Qing was lying cold in that lonely grave, but he was still alive and well, only a barren grave was left with him, and he at least had a big yard in which a large family lived.

Then, Wang Qingquan thought of his wife and children, as well as the vegetables grown in his backyard and the tea grown by his wife, all of which had to wait for him to go back and take care of them.

All of these seem to need to be touched and felt by yourself, instead of thinking about life and death games all day long, cultivating to be high and low, and the general trend of the world.

Suddenly, the corners of Wang Qingquan's mouth lifted and he laughed, but he frowned with a sad face, because he remembered his so-called attachment himself, and his expression changed rapidly like a patient with hysteria.

Finally, Lao Wang glanced deeply in the direction of Yiqian Mountain, and whispered softly:

"I can only wish you peace here. ”

After speaking, Wang Qingquan's whole person seemed to become a little more free, abandoning all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and then carefully put the two talismans into his arms and walked home.

The pace is relaxed, and I don't know if it's the joy brought by the rest of my life, and I don't know who he is talking about you.

Wang Qingquan chose to go north to return to the city, but Qinglian chose to go south to the ancestral land of the demon clan, at this time she was sitting alone by a shallow stream, washing the blood stains on her feet alone.

The originally clear water of the stream was quickly dyed red, but fortunately, the stream was fast, and after a while, the blood was washed downstream, and she became a light and delicate girl with her bare feet.

Just after Qinglian left Liangqian Village and entered the 100,000 Great Mountain, she was attacked by several groups of monks almost every day, and the frequency of encountering human monks was much more than in the human realm.

Along the way, if she hadn't been armed with many elixir magic weapons, she might have been caught by the human monks.

Most of these Terran cultivators only have cultivation below the Yuanhua Realm, and with their innate survival instinct and combat talent, Qinglian either hides or kills, bringing countless bloody winds along the way.

Even if she encounters a high-level monk in the Condensing Realm, relying on the "sundries" left to her by Yi Qing, below the Wind Realm, the little fox demon is not afraid, which can be called a god to kill a god and a Buddha**.

And the Wind Realm was explicitly forbidden by the Heavenly Acropolis to attack the low-level demon cultivators in the 100,000 mountains, and they couldn't go deep into the ancestral land of the demon clan, just like the high-level demon cultivators in Kyushu who wanted to enter the human race town, they had to go through strict censorship.

As for the Returning Spirit Realm, at the request of all forces, even the freedom of movement in Kyushu must be restricted, let alone enter the ancestral land of the demon clan, so although she has experienced fierce battles several times, there are actually not many humans who can bring danger to Qinglian's life.

Of course, if she really encounters the power of the Spirit Realm, she can only sit and wait for the death of the way, and if she is in the Wind Realm, she can escape with the magic weapon.

It was also with this experience that Qinglian felt more and more that Wang Qingquan's character was noble. Because although Lao Wang is a little cowardly and timid, he is indeed a righteous gentleman in his bones, although he has desires in his eyes, he will be suppressed by reason immediately, which is already very commendable.

But in the 100,000 mountains, those monks who shot at her were completely different from Lao Wang.

The eyes of these human monks are full of unsightly evil thoughts, and they are all hideous, even more terrifying than the blue-faced and fanged demon clan, and trample on the so-called moral bottom line to pieces, and there is no humanity at all.

After all, all living beings here are their enemies except for themselves.

And the monks who advanced from the Qingxu Heaven border to the hinterland of the demon clan were not only the people of the Qingxu Heaven Sect, but also a large part of them were scattered cultivators and other sects who came to fight the autumn wind.

The monks of Qingxutian's own sect are better, after all, the number is small and the quality is higher, but the others are really adulterous and captive, and they do all kinds of evil.

After the demon race is transformed, it is no different from humans, there are towns, there are residences, there are men, women and children, there are joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows.

But these monks completely ignore the cries of demons or half-demons, as long as they can kill all of them, take their inner pills, bones and blood on the spot, and then retreat directly.

And their actions can be said to be inseparable from the indulgence of Qingxutian!

The more she watched this kind of human tragedy, the more Qinglian missed the lover who held her in her arms and cared for her carefully. Although the lover always thought that she was just a little fox, a pet that she saved casually, she didn't care about any of this.

Even his own name, Qinglian took a word that was exactly the same as his.

Because as long as this is the case, whenever someone calls herself like this, even if she silently shouts herself in her heart, the handsome and elegant, warm young figure like a spring breeze will appear in front of her.

Yes, Qinglian, that is, Ah Lian, the white fox demon who was sealed by Yi Qing in an abandoned cave in Banqian Mountain.