Asked The Red Dust

The location where Qin Yi planted is very interesting.

Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, too, and had no strength. Qin Yizhe fell down, and her head just fell on her lap, anyway, she didn't directly knock on the pile of rocks.

His head was comfortable, and Meng Qingying snorted, and it hurt so badly.

"What is your pig head, so hard!"

Qin Yi's eyeball moved, glanced at her, but did not respond.

In fact, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his fingers moved hard.

Tassel told him early that he could use himself once to use the Zhumo Demon Sword. No one knows how to use it like this. The whole body meridian and even Dantian are like being twisted, like a twist.

Qin Xin Yu Huiyang is still too reluctant, and it is good to use lifeless change ... or the kind of painting that the sister is gentle ... Unfortunately, it is not a magic weapon. After using these two times, the painting is also invalid.

Therefore, it is impossible to have a monk of the early Feng dynasty to abuse people everywhere with the treasure of Qianyuan in his ancestors. The gap is too great to control.

This doesn't matter anymore. After all, the magic weapon is your own. This is only a serious overdraft rather than an injury. If you can take a good rest, it is still easy to recover.

What really matters is that Meng Qingying's injury is not so serious that he can't even move his finger, at least she can talk.

So Meng Qingying can kill him at this moment.

This wasn't the affair with Minghe at the beginning, this witch was the enemy ... she never wanted to kill him, is this the best chance?

The air was quiet for a while.

Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi, who was resting on his lap, for a while.

Qin Yi did not speak, and was ready to make tassels suddenly attack the soul.

Meng Qingying suddenly said: "Why desperate to save me?"

Qin Yi: "?"

Save Mao, what he wanted was to cooperate with Meng Qingying to attack and kill Guan Jing, God knows she is running away!

Meng Qingying said again: "Are you afraid ... Your fellow students come down to kill you?"

Qin Yi's throat moved, and after a rest, he could barely speak: "He dare not."

Afraid that he might as well be afraid of you ...

"Well ... he didn't dare. He was tragically killed by Ju Yunxiu. He would be tragically killed by Huiyang. He could not tolerate the same thing. The palace master was angry, and the world was contemptuous ... So he did not 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 to a team of soldiers, you and I will be killed now. "

Qin Yi stopped talking.

Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality. The kind of ambush and imaginary jump in the treasure house was originally written by Zheng Yunyi. He didn't dare to kill himself, but he could easily borrow a knife to kill someone.

Meng Qingying whispered: "Actually ... I can protect you at the moment, but it's the kind of salvation that you have saved each other. From then on, you and I have both grievances and don't owe each other."

With the voice, she has formed a seal of her hands.

The dragon of luck that had lost control like a kite in the sky suddenly looked up to the sky.

She is trying to recall this dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.

There is no need to control the puppets, as long as this dragon is in front of them, no one can move them in the entire team, and it is not difficult to drag them back to restore some of their combat power.

Originally, Meng Qingying could take the dragon away. This was indeed to protect him and not to owe humanity.

But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed greatly, and he spurted blood once again, so that Qin Yi's stomach was full.

Qin Yi asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is counter-controlling my dragon!" Meng Qing replied vainly: "Zheng Yunyi attacked me for this!"

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When Guan Ji rushed out of the ruins, he saw Zheng Yunyi standing on the unbroken column of the high platform at the first glance, staring at the sky with his hand.

Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi yelled, "Jin Dan is broken ... If no one saves you, you are going to die. The power of Tengyun's six storeys is beaten by two practitioners who are far less than you ... The shadow is still hurting, which is really unimaginable. "

The view of silence is like golden paper, and the old man walked past in a long time: "Help me."

"How can I help you?"

"I know that your medical strategist has a medicine pill, and give me a pill to protect Yuan ..."

"Hu Yuan Dan can only barely save your life, and can't recover your spiritual practice. It's good to be able to recover into Fengchu ..."

"If I am alive, I will repay myself when I return to the temple."

"Then repay it now."

Before Guanyin had responded, Zheng Yunyi reached out and grabbed it. He took Guanyin into the palm of his hand and waved it, throwing it directly into the dragon of luck in the air.

Guan Ji suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and screamed sternly: "Zheng Yunyi, you must not die ..."

Before the words fell, Zheng Yunyi shook a divine light in his palm, covering the dragon of luck.

The dragon body shuddered and counterattacked automatically, a strange star burst flashed over, and Guan Jing had been divided into flesh.

"The power of luck has turned against ..." Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: "It really is a terrible thing. Even the monk who had reached Tengyun level could not bear the luck, and was crushed into this ..."

That's right, he wanted the power of luck in Zeng Da Tengyun, not the dead body.

From the beginning, his calculations were intended to injure both sides.

Tengyun Qiyun counteracted the fiercest backlash of the first wave, and the following backlash has softened a lot, within his control.

Medical divination horoscope, they would have played this set of luck. But his usage is different from that of Meng Qingying's puppetry of qi refining. He can't control the dragon of luck. He wants to absorb luck.

Under normal circumstances, the mountains and rivers of a country can't be captured and can't be absorbed, but there is just a witch who solidifies it. When will this peach not be picked?

At first, at least half of the battle against Qin Yi was lost to luck. While Zheng Yunyi wanted to borrow a knife to kill Qin Yi, he also realized the importance of luck. These are the two reasons why he came to work hard.

Zheng Yunyi's five fingers shook his fingers, and there seemed to be some suction in his palm. There was a little starlight on the virtual dragon, and he bit into the palm of his hand and drilled into the body.

At this time, Meng Qingying's brand call summoned that the virtual dragon looked up to the sky and screamed, almost out of his absorption. Zheng Yunyi's expression sank, throwing a piece of tortoiseshell and blocking it in front of the virtual dragon.

Gua image: Lushuang, Jian Bingzhi.

Meng Qingying's call was like hitting an ice wall, and the last point of thought that finally condensed was rewinded.

At the same time, Qianlongguan heard shouts of killing outside, and soldiers and horses came to watch and arrest the demon.

Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly, and the game was completed.

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Meng Qingying slanted and fell down like a gossip ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This last thought turned her into a desperate situation.

The body is toxic and raging, but it has not been resolved. It has been reluctantly resisting and failing to recover. It also took the action of wounding and used the big tricks that it failed to withstand. This mental injury was more serious than her physical injury. She was so heavy that she almost fainted on the spot, and she was firmly supported by a little perseverance.

There were human voices in the distance, soldiers and horses came, everything seemed to be the end.

"Qin Yi, I didn't think I would die with you." Meng Qingying smiled miserably: "Maybe I have no control, and I shouldn't have moved the idea of ​​a dragon of luck. I should have done this."

Qin Yi Shen said: "You gave up? This is not like Meng Qingying I know."

Meng Qingying whispered: "I have no strength, I can't do it at all."

"What is the situation with you and this dragon?" Qin Yi asked: "It should be under your control, what's the last step?"

"Bad soul bridge, it is at most my domesticated pet, not a puppet with the same spirit. I originally wanted to take it away, find ground for cultivation, and long-term sacrifice, in order to truly become my puppet, But it's impossible at the moment ... "

"Bridge of Soul ... Will this construction only last for a long time?"

"Of course there are shortcuts ... if there is a treasure, directly through the ghost, the ghosts and ghosts, and touch the real spirit of it, you can build a bridge of souls and achieve a real dragon puppet ..." Thinking about it, something like Devil May Cry Jade is inexplicable. "

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

Meng Qingying's eyes widened and she didn't know where the strength came from. She sat up suddenly.