Beauty helps me achieve immortality

at the same time.

Zhao Qing's life palace began to shake violently. Zhao Qing, who was negotiating terms with Liang Qing, finally waited for Hong Ning's action.

I guess Bai Wanqiu is protecting her and her aunt now.

With the Infant-Splitting Curse damaging the Nascent Soul first, Liang Qing would not be able to hurt them even if he was determined to fight to the death.

Feeling that his Nascent Soul body was being strangled by the terrifying cursed power, Liang Qing's expression, which had just relaxed, instantly became ferocious.

He twisted the spear in his hand and asked sternly, "You and I are one. Do you want to die?!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Zhao Qing held the sword in one hand, transformed it into a long knife, and chopped it towards Liang Qing's soul.

There were no moves or styles, but the force was so fierce that the opponent didn't even have a chance to speak.

Seeing this, Liang Qing was completely panicked. He barely used the spear in his hand to block the possible weapon and said hurriedly: "Let my soul go!"

"I will never destroy my own Nascent Soul!"

"Let me go!"

"Otherwise you will die with me!"

Zhao Qing tensed up his mind, and the control over his body that he had lost was now gradually restored.

such as……

He could clearly sense that his Dao foundation was being torn apart as his Nascent Soul collapsed...

At this point, Zhao Qing no longer gave the other party any good face. He took advantage of the fact that the sword intent of Han Guang could not be perceived, and occasionally made a feint with his sword, causing the other party to dodge in a hurry, but he slashed the other side of the soul body with another sword.

"You'd better blow yourself up."

"Let you go? Go away!"

"Find someone to kill me! Find someone to kill me!"

"I'll paralyze you and find someone to kill me!"

Zhao Qing looked at the struggling and fleeing soul and couldn't help but chop it even more excitedly.

"Explosion!?"

"Hit my wife!"

"You're only a Nascent Soul left, and you dare to hit my wife!"

"Scold Hong Ning! Still scolding Hong Ning!"

"You're so fucking explosive!"

Liang Qing's soul became more and more illusory, but the Tai'a Mountain Soul was like a barrier, preventing him from leaving Zhao Qing's life palace.

Hearing the angry curses in his ears, he finally began to panic and could no longer maintain his previous coldness and arrogance.

Zhao Qing...is he really planning to die with me?!

This guy is a mad dog!

He has the Azure Dragon in his life!

How could he die with me?!

madman!

Scoundrel!

Don't know what is good and what is bad!

Liang Qing's consciousness became chaotic and sluggish, his soul and body were disillusioned and unstable, and he could no longer hold on.

He didn't have a chance to figure out why Zhao Qing was so determined to take him with him at all costs.

Another illusory light and shadow fell.

Liang Qing finally saw the illusory sword intent, but... it was of no use.

"you wanna die!"

Following an angry roar, the flickering soul suddenly shattered, and for a moment it seemed to turn into a fluorescent pillar of life, and then dispersed into starlight all over the sky... and fell into the depths of Tai'a Mountain.

The gun spirit in his hand took advantage of the shock caused by the self-explosion of the Nascent Soul to instantly penetrate Zhao Qing's life palace and go straight through his heart meridian.

All of a sudden.

The soul of Tai'a Mountain turned into a small seal again, and the whole world became dark and endless again.

Only the dragon shadow entwined with Zhao Qing's soul emitted a faint light...

Zhao Qing watched Liang Qing's soul collapse in front of him. His expression was dazed for a moment, and his own soul body also fell down. He stared blankly at the dark world, and his consciousness began to become hazy.

Regaining control of his body, he felt his muscles and flesh filled with the mighty power of his Nascent Soul. His original nine-inch Dao foundation was now ripped apart and dissipated, and the majestic spiritual energy rushed through his meridians...

My heart felt like it was pierced by something.

It might be Liang Qing’s innate gun spirit.

"Owner?"

"Liang Qing is dead."

"I'm dead too."

"Don't tell Qing Huan and Shu Yue... Wait for Tai A Yin to take me back."

"Xiaoyi has Bai Wanqiu protecting her, she'll be fine..."

"And that White Bone Demon is here too, she'll help us..."

"Let's kill Liang Qing."

"And Red Lemon...it will be fine too..."

The Niwan Palace seemed to be torn apart, and endless pain and exhaustion surged like a tide.

Zhao Qing's soul did not leave the Palace of Life after all. The fight with Liang Qing had already exhausted him. At this moment, he turned into dim starlight and was absorbed and nourished by the pillar of life.

Only consciousness is unfathomable and difficult to find, floating up and down in the dark world that belongs only to him.

Like a withered yellow maple leaf in late autumn, it fluttered and swayed... and fell to an unknown place, without any movement.

Before he died, Zhao Qing seemed to see people and events from the past again.

Consciousness is drowsy and confused.

He vaguely smelled a unique bitter taste, as if he had smelled this smell somewhere before.

The past half of my life emerged in my mind like a kaleidoscope, but many of them were blurred and disappeared.

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.

The wet clothes outlined the girl's delicate body. Her black hair stuck tightly to her chin, dripping with rainwater, and her curved eyelashes were also stained with dew.

Shuyue was still very young and naive at that time. Her bright eyes were soaked by the rain and she had to squint.

"Husband, the spiritual seeds you bought have been washed out by the rain! Many of them have already sprouted... After Shuyue dries some of them, many of them will survive."

·

White dew dawns.

Shen Su's eyes were red from crying, and Miao Jian drank strong liquor and talked to himself in ecstasy.

"Senior Brother has given me many pointers, and Miao Jian has taken them to heart. It's a pity that in my life, I have been unable to control my emotions and hatred."

"Love and hatred are hard to resist... I can't help myself."

What is love, what is hatred, how can someone be unable to control his own destiny?

·

A cold and snowy night.

In the small alchemy room.

The flickering candlelight danced wildly on the messy bedding and yellowed walls.

The bedside heater made a sporadic sound of wood cracking, like a heartbeat, intermittent.

Qinghuan leaned in his arms and whispered softly.

"All our lives are in chains."

“Like the woodcutter, who makes a living by collecting firewood, the mountain is his yoke.”

"A fisherman fishes and makes his living from the water; the river and the reeds hold him captive for life."

“A farmer makes his living from his fields and his locks are his land…a merchant makes his living from his wealth and his locks are his wealth.”

“Even the abbot of the ancient temple cannot escape the shackles of Buddhism.”

"Does the master also have shackles?"

·

In the early morning after Grain in Ear, the bamboo forest on the back mountain of the Changsheng Sword Sect was still filled with mist.

The rosy glow of the sunset falls on the earth, and there is a hint of coolness in the sweet air.

Liu Zijing threw out the jade bottle containing the Azure Dragon's blood.

"By taking this drop of blood, you will be considered as joining the Blood Robe lineage."

"From then on, the world is so vast..."

"Wherever the blood-stained robe goes, you can make your home."

·

A small house in Shangchu in late spring.

My aunt rested her head quietly on his shoulder.

"That night, Miss Xiu and I stayed on Tianxiang's pleasure boat."

"The Lantern Festival in Changshui County was very crowded. I was afraid Shuyue would feel cold, so I placed a small stove on the pleasure boat."

"There are many vendors on the long street..."

"The light and shadow of the pleasure boats are reflected in the thawed river, and the floating paper lanterns are beautiful..."

"Let's go back to Danxia one day and go to Changshui to see the lanterns..."

·

Zhao Qing seemed to have returned to his previous life.

But it wasn't the previous life.

He lay on the soft big bed, his messy white hair swaying in front of his eyes, and the puppy drawn by the girl with her fingers on the floor-to-ceiling window was still very clear.

Even in the dead of winter, my girlfriend still turned the air conditioner to 16°C...

A soft and soothing melody came from the speakers, and the dark purple ambient light illuminated Si He's cartoon nightgown.

Her body was so warm that one couldn't help but want to hug her... and fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again.

"Always imagining that you have another identity is a psychological disorder and a psychiatric hallucination symptom, specifically manifested as dissociative amnesia under obsessive thoughts."

"Let me introduce myself again. I am your attending physician, Si He."

"Why must this place be an illusion?"

"This is the real world, Zhao Qing."

"If you acknowledge the experiences and stories here, then everything here is real."

"This is the true meaning of the Sword of Light."

"Wherever my heart desires, that is... the light."

……

Zhao Qing searched ignorantly, his consciousness wandering in the vast and boundless sea of ​​knowledge.

What will people see before they die?

He saw the spiritual seeds that Shuyue had hung out to dry grow slowly and turn into peach blossoms and green willows all over the mountains, right on Shouyun Mountain.

Seeing that Qinghuan had made great progress in his cultivation, he stood in front of him with the Changkong Spear in hand. His blood-red phoenix eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he faced the Tianqing Sword head-on without hesitation.

He saw Xiaoyi put on the Phoenix Coronet, and then took it off again, saying that she wanted to accompany him to Mingshangzhou...

Seeing Hong Ning burst into laughter, playfully and cursing, and then transformed into an ethereal soul, floating and flying in his life palace, he asked himself, "Am I beautiful?"

"Brother, my name is Miao Jian."

"Brother, Miao Jian is leaving."

"If it is really a lonely star that guides my fate, Miao Jian...will not accept it."

"Thank you for the reward, Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, Binghao...is dead?"

"Xiao Qian has lived enough. If there is an afterlife, I will bow down and serve my senior brother as a slave."

"Miss Wang, Master Zhao, Miss Zhou, this song... 'Three Steps to the Pine Moon'."

"Xiu'er has met Daoyou Zhao."

"Xiaoyi and I waited for you in Changshui for a whole night~"

Outside Lanxian Town, Wang Deren raised the green cup in his hand tremblingly, and the precious spiritual wine spilled all over the ground. He had no choice but to drink the whole cup.

After many years, in front of the same old house, the girl smiled brightly and handed the tea to her sister who had taken good care of her when she was young.

The road is difficult to walk on in the wind and rain, where can I find a home in this world?

Why is there any concern between right and wrong? The light of birth and death completely separates truth and falsehood.

The immortal guest in a straw raincoat fishes on the shore, while Qingci sits alone admiring the flowers in the mirror.

An ordinary family holding a pot of wine, under the midnight moon on a cold night.

Swords and spears are clashing and deceit is rampant, while the desert is full of endless roads.

The sun sets over the ruins of the ancient road, and the white lotus blossoms with its pure and charming bones.

The world is nothing but exaggeration when drinking wine, and the world is not as good as a cup of tea.

Half of the Yangguan Pass disperses the sunset glow...

Is this my Han Guang?

On the apricot-yellow boat, Hong Ning asked with a smile, "You've gained quite a lot on this trip."

"The Hanguang Sword was taken by you, right?"

A sword with lightsaber.

I took it...

In a trance, Zhao Qing saw a gentle man in white. He stood in front of a lush, blooming peach tree and whispered to him, "I'll be waiting for you at... Ruyi Immortal Sect."

Who is he?

Is it Liu Yi?

Ruyi Immortal Sect...

I never want to go there again.

The panel evolved from the fragments of Heaven's Path seemed somewhat unreal.

【Han Guang: Superb】

……

Under the Azure Dragon Wall Carving, Ji Meng stared at the body imprisoned by Qing Rao, frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "What's that smell?"

Zhang Jinyi put on his baseball cap again, walked over and took the cold tea from his aunt's hand, and said thoughtfully: "Bodhi's enlightenment tea, right?"