The smoke and dust that were shaken by the fierce fighting method sank layer by layer, Qin Xi said slowly: "You are full of evil fire and nowhere to go, if you want to fight for the real thing, I will accompany you to fight, don't go crazy towards Zhen Zhen." ”

Go bananas?

Zhou Jing wanted to laugh, he was right, he was going crazy.

His eyes gradually condensed with unprecedented golden light, and he said in a low voice: "Since the cold electricity is on, there is no need to keep my hand, I have long wanted to fight with you for the real thing." ”

Then fight, it is useless to talk more.

The cold electricity spun up one by one, circling the body like a living thing, sometimes gathering, sometimes scattering, resisting Zhou Jing's ubiquitous brilliant golden light.

The first in the martial arts of the first lineage, Qin Xi never dared to underestimate him, and always wanted to fight with him heartily.

But if there is too much cold electricity, it is no different from fighting. Zhou Jing probably also discovered that if he really lowered his killing move, it would be no different from fighting.

In the end, it's still the same as fighting in the Julu Pavilion, tied up. It's ridiculous, he's not ruthless, how can he be a killer.

The flow of golden light gradually slowed down, the cold electricity gradually became scarce, and the fighting-like fighting method became the most ordinary fighting method again, and it ended extremely quickly. The moment Zhou Jing's golden light long knife pressed against Qin Xi's throat, the Wind Thunder Flying Sword also hit the vital point of his back.

"What about cold electricity?" Zhou Jing asked.

Qin Xi said lightly: "What about your killing moves?"

I saw him aggressive before, but it turned out to be like this, and it was a hearty fart.

Zhou Jing was probably the same regret, his bloodshot eyes glared at him dissatisfied, but gradually, a layer of helplessness appeared in it. He looked away, and a look of almost fragility suddenly flashed across his face: "Yuan Xi, I want to coil the divine silk." ”

He has never longed for the Coiled Divine Silk, it is related to his tragic background, and sometimes he will even deliberately avoid this divine object. What's more, changing the rules of karma and realizing the wishes of the heart sounds like something that is pursued by a weak talent, Zhou Conghua is upright, and he relies on himself, let alone wants it.

However, even if he enters the Taishang Pulse and becomes a superb cultivator, there are still too many powerless things. Old dreams lay dormant like shadows in the cracks of his heart, waiting for him to gnaw at when his blood was pouring all over the ground.

If there really is a fetish that fulfills his wishes, he wants it, and he has never wanted it so much.

Let everything go back to the beginning, preferably if he has never been deceived and harmed, then the source of pain will no longer exist.

Qin Xi said in a low voice: "You took the Divine Silk and forgot everything at most, but there are flaws everywhere in reality, and you will soon find out that they are all fake." ”

Only those who are full of devastation have the qualifications to hold the Panshen Silk, but the Panshen Silk will only add another knife to the devastated extreme desire.

Zhou Jing smiled bitterly: "If it is such a useless artifact, how can it cause so much bloody rain? ”

He slowly withdrew the long knife and made a posture of turning away, Qin Xi suddenly felt that his palm was raised, and with a hook of his five fingers, the Panshen Silk suspended in the meridians was immediately touched for him, and the long-lost tragic pain made his complexion change drastically, and a ball of blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

It's really him! And it's not yet refined!

Zhou Jing's face sank like water, and he wanted to officially snatch it, but he took off his gloves coldly, and the black mist mixed with the biting cold meaning instantly filled the surroundings, and those coldness drilled into the meridians along the seven orifices, which was a thousand times colder than the cold air of the Ice Hell Peak.

He took a few steps back, and finally couldn't stand up and fell to the ground, the pain of the meridians freezing inch by inch made his eyes blacken, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Awesome! What is this?"

It is the price of redemption. Qin Xi didn't say anything.

In order to find Linghu Zhenzhen, he wandered in the long artemisia for half a year, and the other half of his soul had already been soaked in the chill of death, and he was tortured day and night after closing and unifying, if he didn't let the wind and thunder demonic qi entangle and condense with him, most of them would have died.

Qin Xi sat down among the gravel, blood rolling down the corners of his lips, and his voice was hoarse: "You involved the third senior sister last time, this time you hurt Ye Xiaowan, and now you want to implicate me and Zhen Zhen, you are really a big bunch, everyone has to bleed for your dim sum disease." ”

Zhou Jing said coldly: "Say me, you have done less crazy things yourself?"

"Yes. Qin Xi bowed his head, "So I don't refine the Panshen Silk, so I just let it go." Wait until you think about what you want to exchange for something, and then use it. ”

Change?

Zhou Jing was silent.

Qin Xi wiped the blood stain on his chin: "Harnessing the Panshen Silk is not to make a wish to it, but to exchange it with it, what do you have to pay?

Zhou Jing took a deep breath, what did he exchange for all the causes that had happened to go back to the beginning? People are not gods, no matter how powerful a monk is, the things that can be changed are very limited, and even the complicated causes and conditions of his own life may not be able to change, let alone affect others.

Sure enough, as Yuan Xi said, the most he could do was to force him to forget, and then the reality was flawed everywhere, and he only knew a dream after waking up.

Maybe it's better to forget - as soon as this thought came up, he could only smile bitterly.

Zhou Conghua has cowardly escaped to this point.

The meridians froze, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground, his eyes falling on the porcelain altar containing Erqiao peonies in the distance.

Why did he threaten her with Mo Lan's demon pill? Don't you think she should also have something to cherish? How could he really know Ye Xiaowan, most of them with the arrogance of some famous monks, and naturally felt that she must admire herself wholeheartedly, and he didn't listen to her true heart, and understood her by his own preferences. If she could have found out that something was wrong earlier, she could have confessed to him earlier, and he should have helped her snatch back the demon pill and get out of the shackles.

But he did the same thing as the bridge fairy.

If she hadn't gone crazy, the third senior sister wouldn't have been uncertain about life and death in order to save him, a useless person.

Obviously, after so long, he has become a powerful monk, and deep down in his heart there is still a child who was deceived many years ago and is bleeding all over the ground, and he swings a knife at everyone because of the pain.

Zhou Jing remembered the stunned appearance when she waved the knife at the Ling Fox Zhenzhen, she must never have imagined that the green onion would point the tip of the knife at her.

He didn't expect it himself.

Zhou Jing raised his hand to cover his eyes, and his sleeves were quickly wet.

*

Ling Fox Zhenzhen rolled among the gravel with a bone, and her arm was in great pain, and she couldn't get up for half a day.

Green onion is going to kill her.

It was more important to her than pain. Green onion, who has known him so early, although he is short-tempered and full of swearing, she has never felt murderous intent in him.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen touched her head, she never found out about her uncle's killing intent, and it also came suddenly, which made her overwhelmed.

She lay down for a long time, and finally slowly got up and looked around, it seemed to be a large hall underground, with red-hot stone pillars and walls glowing a strange dark red.

There seemed to be many passages around the main hall, but they had all been sealed, and the dragon flying blades roared and smashed the sealing stone, and the glowing flying blades instantly went back and forth, circling inside.

Behind the passage is a huge cavern, filled with rows of stone shelves, on which are placed a pitch-black stone the size of a human head at intervals, each with inscriptions. The flying blade hung in front of one of the stones, and the handwriting on it was ancient and round: Si Shi Zhongliang.

The flying blade lightly touched it, so that Fox Zhenzhen only felt that some of the emotions and memories of this ancient thinker were flowing in front of him, and he finally returned to the Valley of Sishi and passed away in silence after a long life of loneliness and wandering.

She withdrew her blade, turned and walked around the hall again, when she saw that the corners were full of rubble, and a large hole had been broken in the wall, and inside was a narrow hut, and the bedding on the stone bed had long since decayed, and only a pitch-black stone the size of a human head was placed on it.

There are no inscriptions on the stone.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen released a flying blade and gently stuck to it, unlike the memories of the talented thinker, the thoughts in this stone were intermittent.

The sun was shining, and she saw a delicate little courtyard, and on the delicate wooden bridge stood a young girl, slender and graceful, and the sunlight fell on her hair, which was slightly lighter than usual, and shone a faint gold.

Her eyes were closed, but her demeanor was as usual, and she bowed down to an old man, and her voice was soft: "Sir, it's polite to send dreams." ”

Isn't it called Assi?

The old man's eyebrows were kind, and he said gently: "You have made up your mind, you have neither demon power nor practice, you will study when you come to me, and it is difficult to be alone outside. ”

Jimeng said softly: "Mr. often says that whoever sees a thousand mountains has its own hills and ravines in his chest. If the disciple wants to see a thousand mountains and travel thousands of rivers, he must be cautious and never let his husband worry. ”

The old man sighed, "If you make up your mind, I can't either." Don't forget to cover your face, when you encounter those bullies, you can only rely on yourself. If you encounter something extremely difficult, you can go to the Southern Wilderness to find your senior brother Xu Rui, who should now be working in the Desolate Emperor's Palace. ”