The position where Qin Yi planted it was very interesting.

Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, also without strength. Qin Yi fell down, and his head hit her leg right on, but he didn't directly hit the pile of rocks.

His head was comfortable, and Meng Qingying snorted, and it hurt a lot to be smashed.

"What kind of pig head are you, so hard!"

Qin Yi's eyes moved, glanced at her, and did not respond.

In fact, I don't even have the strength to speak, and I have a hard time moving my fingers.

Tassel had already told him that he could use the Demon Sword once to use himself to waste, and without personal experience, how could he know that it would be wasted like this, and the meridians and even the dantian of the whole body would be like being twisted, like a twisted flower.

Qin Xin Yu Huiyang, it's still too reluctant, it's not bad if you don't exchange your life...... It's still the kind of painting that my sister is gentle...... It's a pity that it's not a magic weapon, and after using it twice, the painting will be wasted.

Therefore, it is impossible for a little monk of Fengchu to abuse people everywhere with the treasure of the ancestors' Qianyuan, the gap is too big, and he can't control it at all.

It doesn't matter anymore, after all, the magic weapon is your own, it's just a serious overdraft and not a backlash injury, and it's still easy to recover if you can rest well.

What really matters is that Meng Qingying's injuries are not so serious that he can't even move his fingers, at least she can still speak.

So at this moment, Meng Qingying can kill him.

This is not the charm with Minghe at the beginning, this witch is the enemy...... She'd always wanted to kill him, wasn't that the best chance?

The air fell silent for a moment.

Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi who was pillowing on his lap and was silent for a long time.

Qin Yi didn't speak, he was ready to let the tassel suddenly attack his soul.

Meng Qingying suddenly said, "Why did you save me desperately?"

Qin Yi: "?"

To save Mao, what he wants is to cooperate with Meng Qingying's sneak attack to kill Guan Lonely, God knows that she is running for her life!

Meng Qingying said again: "Are you afraid...... Your fellow disciples have come down and killed you?"

Qin Yi's throat moved, and after resting for a while, he could barely speak: "He didn't dare." ”

It's better to be afraid of you than to be afraid of him......

"Hmm...... He didn't dare, he was retraced by Ju Yunxiu, he would die a miserable death, Huiyang chased and killed, the same door was not allowed, the palace master was angry, and the world despised it...... So he didn't dare to show up at such a good opportunity. Meng Qingying smiled: "But he can let the emperor send someone to kill you, just come with a team of soldiers, you and I will die at this moment." ”

Qin Yi stopped talking.

Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality, and the previous ambush and spiritual reversal in the treasure house are from Zheng Yunyi's handwriting. He didn't dare to kill himself, but he could easily kill with a knife.

Meng Qingying said in a low voice: "Actually...... At this moment, I can protect you, which can be regarded as a tribute to your salvation, and from then on, you and I will clear our grievances and grievances, and we will not owe each other. ”

As she spoke, a seal had formed in her hand.

The dragon of luck, which had long been out of control like a kite and hung in the sky, suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared.

She was trying to recall the dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.

There is no need to control the puppets, as long as this dragon is protected in front of them, no one can move them in the entire Daqian, and it is not difficult to drag them until they recover some of their combat strength.

Originally, Meng Qingying could have taken the dragon away, but this was indeed to protect him and not owe favors.

But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed greatly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, spraying Qin Yi's stomach.

Qin Yi was shocked and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is attacking my dragon!" Meng Qingying replied angrily: "Zheng Yunyi sneaked up on me, it was for this!"

............

When watching the silence rushing out of the ruins, the first thing I saw was Zheng Yunyi standing on the undestroyed pillar of the high platform, looking at the sky with his hands down.

Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi "tsked": "Jindan is broken...... If no one saves you, you're going to die. The power of the sixth layer of Tengyun was beaten like this by two cultivators who were far inferior to you...... Meng Qingying is still injured, it's unimaginable. ”

Guan Silence's face was like gold paper, and he walked over with an old age: "Help me." ”

"How can I help you?"

"I know that you have a medicine pill for the Sect of Medicine, give me a pill of the Pill of Protecting the Yuan......"

"Hu Yuan Dan, I can only barely save your life, I can't restore your cultivation, it's good to be able to recover into Fengchu......"

"If you survive, you will be rewarded when you return to the temple. ”

"Then you can repay it now. ”

Before Guan Jing could react, he saw Zheng Yunyi reach out and grab it, take Guan Jing into the palm of his hand out of thin air, and wave his hand again, throwing it directly at the dragon of luck in the air.

Guan Jing suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and screamed miserably: "Zheng Yunyi, you don't have to die......"

Before the words fell, a divine light had already thrown out of Zheng Yunyi's palm, enveloping the dragon of luck.

The dragon's body shook for a moment, and it automatically counterattacked, and a strange starlight flashed, and Guan Lin had been divided into flesh.

"The embodiment of the power of luck is ......" Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: "It's really a terrible thing, even this monk who has reached the Tengyun level can't bear the luck and is crushed into such a ......"

That's right, he wanted the power of luck of Guanshan Zeng Tengyun, not the body that was already dying.

From the beginning, his calculation was to make both sides lose out.

Tengyun Qi Luck offset the first wave of the most aggressive backlash, and the next backlash was much softer, within the range of his control.

Doctor astrology, they would have played this luck trick. But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's refining luck puppet, he can't control the dragon of luck, he wants to absorb luck.

Under normal circumstances, he can't capture the luck of a country's mountains and rivers, and he can't absorb it, but right now, there happens to be a witch who solidifies it, and when will this peach not be picked?

At the beginning, at least half of the competition with Qin Yi was lost to luck, Zheng Yunyi wanted to kill Qin Yi with a knife, but also realized the importance of luck, which were the two main reasons why he came to Daqian.

Zheng Yunyi's five fingers were stretched, and there seemed to be some suction in his palm, and a little starlight appeared on the void dragon's body, which submerged into his palm little by little and drilled into his body.

At this time, Meng Qingying's brand summoning was conveyed, and the Void Dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, almost breaking away from his absorption. Zheng Yunyi's expression sank, and he threw out a piece of tortoise shell to block in front of the void dragon.

Hexagram: Frost, ice to.

Meng Qingying's summoning was like hitting a wall of ice, and the last bit of mental power that had finally been condensed was all reversed.

At the same time, there was a shout of killing outside the Qianlong Temple, and soldiers and horses entered the temple to capture the demons.

Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly, this game has been completed.

............

Meng Qingying fell down obliquely in a gossamer, and this last mental power backlash really put her in a desperate situation.

The body was already poisonous and raging, and it had not been dissipated, and it had been barely resisting and not recovering; and with the wound, he used his own unbearable ultimate, and he was seriously injured; the last bit of mental power communication puppet was forcibly cut off and rolled back, this mental injury was more serious than the physical injury, so heavy that she almost fainted on the spot, and she relied on a little perseverance to hold on.

There were voices of people in the distance, soldiers and horses coming, and everything seemed to be the end of the world.

"Qin Yi, I didn't expect that I would die with you. Meng Qingying smiled miserably: "Maybe it's because I can't do it, and I shouldn't have used the idea of the dragon of luck, and there should be this calamity." ”

Qin Yi said in a deep voice: "You just gave up? This is not like the Meng Qingying I know." ”

Meng Qingying said in a low voice: "I don't have the strength anymore, I can't do it at all." ”

"What's the situation between you and this dragon?" Qin Yi asked, "It should have been controlled by you in the first place, what was wrong with the last step?"

"The Bridge of Souls, it's now at best a pet that I've domesticated, not a puppet of spiritual connection. Originally, I was going to take it away, find a place to cultivate, and practice for a long time before I could really become my puppet, but now it's impossible......"

"Bridge of Souls...... Can this be built only for a long time?"

"Of course there are shortcuts...... If there is a treasure, directly penetrate the netherworld, connect the gods and ghosts, and ignite its true spirit, you can build a soul bridge and become a true dragon puppet......" Meng Qingying shook his head and said: "Don't think about it, this kind of thing is Devil May Cry Jade, which is hard to find." ”

Before the words fell, she saw Qin Yi take out a black jade and send it to her: "Is this it?"

Meng Qingying's eyes widened, and she didn't know where she got the strength, so she sat up suddenly.