After wearing a book, I became an egg

Song Xingyuan's words were like a poisoned needle piercing Yi Qingchen's mind.

What shocked him the most was not that Song Xingyuan knew that he had a book in his sea of ​​consciousness, but that he was actually deceived by the book in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In fact, it is reasonable to think about it calmly. The book itself is for Song Xingyuan. To deceive this point, vigilance is still too low.

He was the one who killed Jiang Hui.

Yi Qingchen's complexion was terribly gloomy, and her pale skin gave off a cold and oppressive feeling.His fingertips holding the sword turned white with force, and after a while he asked coldly, "Where is he now?"

Song Xingyuan's eyes lit up: "Of course it's under the tombstone I gave him. There is such a big stone hall for him to be buried with. It's really cheap for him..."

With a movement of Yi Qingchen's hand, the long sword almost cut off his neck fiercely. The people around finally came to their senses and rushed forward, saving Song Xingyuan from the sword at the very moment.

"Brother Xingyuan, are you alright?"

"Brother Xingyuan is injured! Elixir, hurry up!"

Those people chattered and wanted to heal Song Xingyuan, but Song Xingyuan didn't even look at it, wiped the wound indifferently, and showed a provocative smile at Yi Qingchen.

Yi Qingchen irritatedly picked up someone's sword and flew away, seeing Song Xingyuan's expression, the killing intent around him was so strong that it almost became solid, and the people who were close to him took half a step back unconsciously, and stabilized as if they had just woken up from a dream Body, raised the sword and drank a few words.

Yi Qingchen turned a deaf ear.

He glanced at Song Xingyuan, his eyes were cold and heavy. At that moment, Song Xingyuan even had the illusion of a long sword passing through his chest, as if the blood all over his body had become cold, and he subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword behind him.

"Hmph, come on, I'll send you two to be buried together today!" Song Xingyuan yelled and said fiercely.

Yi Qingchen didn't give him half a look, turned around and rushed towards the collapsed stone palace.

Song Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, and his expression was a little rich for a moment. He was both annoyed at being ignored and grateful for being spared a war.After realizing this, his self-esteem was pricked by this involuntary happiness, and he drew out his sword angrily.

"Brother Xingyuan, what are you doing?"

"Let's go first! It's not suitable to stay here for long!"

"We have already injured the Demon Lord, now is not the time to kill the Demon Lord..."

Think about it calmly, what the people around you say is indeed reasonable.The life and death of the demon king is unknown, and Chao Yu's cultivation base is above them. Just now, he escaped from the sword while the other party was distracted. In normal conditions, even if they work together, they may not be able to occupy the opponent's hands It is really not a wise choice to catch up now.

But that distant figure is really an eyesore.

He stared at the snow-white figure gloomyly, licked his lips, and there was a bit of annoyed killing intent in his eyes: "Why isn't it the time? Now is the time. You go first, leave me alone, and meet up at the old place!"

After finishing speaking, Song Xingyuan got up and followed without waiting for others to react.

The reason why he was able to know this in advance was because he had realized a revelation in the mysterious realm when he was concentrating on cultivation a few days ago, but now, the residual effect of that revelation suddenly throbbed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he felt a faint sense of danger .

But what Song Xingyuan is most afraid of is danger.

Because the more dangerous the situation, the better his chances are.

All along, no matter what kind of desperate situation it is, he can survive it, and even get a better result in the end due to a blessing in disguise.

"So what about Chaoyu Xianjun? Hmph..." Song Xingyuan sneered, and the greedy light in his eyes became brighter, "It's just a dead person, so it will still become my stepping stone."

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Half of the stone palace was knocked down by the spiritual power, and the masonry walls were turned into gravel dust, which shows how big the spiritual power impact was.

The closer Yi Qingchen got to the stone hall, the heavier his heart sank. Standing among the rubble and tiles, he shouted into it with a voice mixed with spiritual power: "Jiang Hui!?"

Suddenly there was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him, Yi Qingchen's neck felt cold for a while, and he sideways avoided the sword dangerously.

"Chao Yu, you are still obsessed with the demon way, and today I will kill you and the demon master together!" Song Xingyuan's eyes were fierce, and the spiritual energy in his body surged, and he raised his sword and slashed at him again.

"It's really looking for death." Yi Qingchen was thinking about finding someone, and didn't want to waste time with Song Xingyuan at all, the sword in his hand was faster and more urgent than usual, and he was merciless when he saw blood.Song Xingyuan was a little overwhelmed, and a lot of color was already on his body.

Suddenly, a piece of talisman flew out of Song Xingyuan's sleeve, and exploded in the air in the blink of an eye.

Yi Qingchen didn't take precautions, and when he turned sideways to avoid it, it was already a step too late, a soft fragrance permeated, and the spiritual power around him seemed to be stagnant in a short moment, blocked in the spiritual veins.

If he used his spiritual power forcibly, he might be in danger of exploding and dying.

Yi Qingchen let out a muffled snort, propped his sword on the ground and stood firm, his chest had been cut open, the warm blood permeated the plain white robe, dripping down on the ground.

Song Xingyuan was ecstatic when he saw this, he walked up with his sword clenched, and looked down at him.

"Chaoyu...hehe, I really didn't expect that you will lose to me one day."

Yi Qingchen looked at him coldly: "Sure enough, I still can't change my tricks."

"How can this be called Xia Sanchao?" Song Xingyuan's smile froze, "Winning is a skill, and the final result is right, isn't it?"

Yi Qingchen turned pale again, closed her eyes and didn't make a sound.

Song Xingyuan's gaze slowly swept across the face in front of him. His pale skin was like fine porcelain, and there was an irresistible coolness between his brows and eyes.

Like a branch of white plum standing quietly in the winter snow.

Song Xingyuan's Adam's apple twitched unconsciously, with a subtle feeling in his heart, inexplicably feeling that it was a pity that this person died like this.But it's a pity, it's a pity, he didn't go deep into this feeling, he raised his sword with concentration, and pointed the sharp tip of the sword at the opponent's chest.

"Goodbye, Immortal Chao Yu." He said.

The moment the long sword fell, Song Xingyuan only felt a chill in his chest, as if a hard ice cone pierced through his heart.

How can it be so cold? Is the wind here too cold?

He lowered his head dully, a blood-stained long sword pierced through his chest, and pulled it away mercilessly.Warm blood splashed on his face in an instant, dyeing his field of vision blood red.

The thunderclouds that arrived long ago gathered from the distant sky and hovered above the head. The thunder was loud, as if someone was roaring angrily.Mixed with the thunder, there was a deep and cold voice: "Who told you to point your sword at him?"

Song Xingyuan moved his lips, knelt on the ground as if he had lost all strength, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

The thundercloud above the head finally gathered energy, rumbling and chopping down a frightening bolt of lightning.A black figure swung a sword towards the lightning, and the cyan spiritual power wrapped in the fierce sword wind collided with the lightning, causing the ground to tremble immediately.

"Demon Lord...how could..." Song Xingyuan stared at the slender figure dimly, trying to open his eyes to see clearly, but to no avail, "Didn't you already be seriously injured by me? How did you come out..."

Jiang Hui was tall and straight in a black robe, and there was no sign of injury at all.

He didn't even look at Song Xingyuan, turned around and walked towards the plain white figure on the ground, then hugged him, kissed the top of the other person's head, and said in a low voice, "Wait a while, I'll come when I'm done."

Yi Qingchen's pale face was dripping with cold sweat. Hearing this, he opened his eyes: "What are you going to do? You can't kill Song Xingyuan."

Jiang Hui said: "It's just more difficult. If you don't try it, how will you know." After speaking, he placed him on an open space not far away, turned and walked towards Song Xingyuan.

"Jiang Hui, wait!" Yi Qingchen shouted, but the other party didn't look back.

The thunderclouds above the head were getting thicker and thicker, as if all the thunderclouds in a radius of ten miles had gathered.Seeing that the next thunder and lightning are not at the same level as the one just now, even when crossing the catastrophe, I have never seen such a terrible thunder and lightning.

It would be great if he didn't take that medicine... If he didn't take that medicine, Jiang Hui wouldn't be allowed to go back and kill Song Xingyuan, and Jiang Hui wouldn't be allowed to take such a big risk.

Yi Qingchen clenched her fists tightly, staring fixedly at the front.He saw a lot of blood flowing out from Jiang Hui's sword-holding wrist, which quickly stained that hand red, and then dripped into the soil all the way.

That was the injury he got when he fought against Lei Dian just now.

Jiang Hui stood still in front of Song Xingyuan. Song Xingyuan's body was already dripping with blood. An ordinary person would have died so early, but he still managed to raise his head and knelt down to look at the person in front of him.

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me!" Song Xingyuan repeated hysterically, not knowing if he was trying to convince others or himself.

Jiang Hui looked at him coldly, as if looking at a dead object.He raised his long sword, and blood flowed out from his wrist continuously, soaking through his black robe.

The thunder above his head was eager to try with his movements. The moment the long sword fell, a dazzling thunderbolt suddenly descended from the thick thundercloud, and the whole land was almost as bright as day.

The air seemed to be quiet for a moment.

After the light faded, a faint spot of light floated above Song Xingyuan's body, which was the spiritual soul of the ascetic.

In the next instant, the spot of light cracked through countless cracks like colored glass, shattered into dust with a bang, and dissipated into the air.

Beside him, two figures were leaning against each other, their blood-stained robes overlapped, and it was almost impossible to tell who belonged to them.Jiang Hui's face was pale, and the hand holding the opponent's shoulder even trembled slightly.

Yi Qingchen rushed over at the last moment and helped him share half of the thunder disaster.

"Qingchen...Qingchen, wake up..."

Jiang Hui called in a low voice for a while, but the other party closed his eyes tightly and did not give him any response.

Jiang Hui's breathing was a little lighter, and the person in his arms was as fragile as a piece of paper, as if it would shatter if touched again.He couldn't help but want to hug each other with the gentlest strength, and he wanted to hold him tightly with the greatest strength.

Behind him, a purple cloud gradually radiated from Song Xingyuan's body, auspiciously transpiring, pure and transparent.They lingered around Song Xingyuan's body for a while, as if they were at a loss as if they could not find a home. When they touched Jiang Hui, they seemed to have found their long-lost master, and obediently blended into Jiang Hui's body.

Jiang Hui didn't respond to these.

He fixed his eyes on the person in his arms for a moment, afraid that the person in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye.When he touched Yi Qingchen's pulse with his fingers, he could only feel a slight beating, which was so weak that it would subside if he didn't pay attention.

"Qingchen..." There was a tremor in her voice that she didn't even realize.

Jiang Hui lowered his head and kissed the other's cold side face, regardless of whether his spiritual power was exhausted, he sent all the spiritual power he could collect in his spiritual veins to the other party.After an unknown amount of time, he tilted his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The eyelashes of the person in his arms trembled suddenly.

A cold hand gently grabbed him.

"Jiang Hui." Yi Qingchen forcefully opened his eyes a little, his lips moved, but he didn't know if he cried out or not.

But Jiang Hui quickly grabbed his hand with his backhand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Yi Qingchen saw the other party's nervous look, raised his hand to touch the other party's blood-stained chest, and frowned lightly: "You are hurt."

The opponent clasped his hand and tightened it a bit.

Yi Qingchen tried his best to keep his eyes open, but the heavy sleepiness swept up wave after wave, swallowing his mind.Finally, he closed his eyes extremely tiredly, and sank into the boundless darkness.

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