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It was night, Jiang Ziming tossed and turned, listening to the wind blowing through the forest outside the window, the sound of vegetation swaying, his heart was in a mess.

He seems to be in the game and not there, feeling that everything is related to him, but he feels that everything has nothing to do with it. Whether he is a player in the game or a bystander, he himself can't tell.

He got up and put on his clothes and went out for a walk. The sky was full of stars hanging above the night, as if they were in front of him, and he could pick them up with his hands. He stood under the pine tree on the edge of the cliff, even the squirrels fell asleep, but he was very awake. Looking at the scenery by the tree trunk.

The mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, the wind blows the clouds and mist, and the clouds and water streams can be seen faintly. The attic hanging above the cliff has heavy snow that does not stop all day long, there are trapped creatures, and there are still candles that cannot be extinguished. A little yellow light penetrated through the mist but could not reach the outside room.

He suddenly saw a pair of figures under the lamp, the young man with a high ponytail, high-spirited, the woman with cloudy temples, smiling sweetly, one practiced sword under the lamp, the other played the flute on the stage, the long sword pierced the sky , the sound of the young man's flute is melodious.

The cool breeze was blowing, and it looked like a dead attic.

He sighed inaudibly. Ever since he broke into Yunshuijian that day, scenes that had nothing to do with him would occasionally appear in his mind, presumably because he disturbed the creatures in it, and he absorbed their memories.

Although the cold air at the end of winter is no longer bitingly cold, the wind still feels pain all over his face. Jiang Ziming gathered his robe, walked back, and looked in from the window at the door of Sun Yun's room. He and Xiao Zhu slept soundly. Xiang Tian suddenly thought of Wang Yao, he was very hostile towards him because of Han Qingyue's provocation.

Although Han Qingyue was playing tricks on people's hearts, after thinking about it, she was very targeted and said what she said for a reason.

His heart trembled, and he immediately went to the back mountain.

The aura faded away, he obviously formed an formation for the hut at the back of the mountain, but the place he arrived at was in front of the mountain gate, in front of him was a tall stone statue and a magnificent gate, he was startled and couldn't calm down any longer.

A calm voice sounded from behind, "When Wang Yao came to look for me, I thought the Immortal Venerable would come."

Jiang Ziming's heart sank to the bottom, he turned around and looked at Han Qingyue, who was covered in blood, his gaze was like a knife, "What's wrong with Wang Yao?"

Han Qingyue saw that killing intent flashed in his eyes. This was the first time in a long time that he saw the immortal show his killing intent. It seemed a bit like the rumors that he was jealous. She knew that she was not his opponent, so she explained: "Don't worry, the immortal!" , He is very good, I can't do anything to him, and he can't do anything to me, I must have gone to find Wang Zhanyan now, if you don't believe me, you can go and see."

Hearing this, Jiang Ziming felt a little relieved. Looking at her blood stains from head to toe, several wounds on her face were still oozing blood, and the light yellow dress on her body could no longer see its original color and style, and it was broken. , there was blood everywhere, but after standing for a while, there was a puddle of blood around her feet, but she still looked indifferent, as if she didn't care that she would lose blood and die.

Facing the bruised girl, Jiang Ziming couldn't make a move. Seeing that she escaped but didn't leave immediately, but waited here, it seemed that he had something to say to him, so he found the elixir from the Qiankun bag Handed it to her, said in a deep voice, "Miss Han, stop the bleeding first."

Han Qingyue looked at the elixir he handed over, and was startled. She really couldn't understand this immortal. She was ready to fight him to the death, but he handed her the elixir.

The talisman at her waist moved, and she immediately restrained her irrelevant emotions, smiled coldly at him, and pulled out the dagger at her waist, "Don't you want to know how I escaped?"

Seeing that she really didn't care about his own life, Jiang Ziming couldn't tell his expression was too much blood on her face, only the finger bones of her holding the dagger turned white, it seemed that she was trying her best to bear the pain.

"Does the Immortal like to play chess?" Han Qingyue moved his foot and stepped on the pool of blood, and there were bloody footprints everywhere when he moved, "The Immortal is knowledgeable and talented, and he must be able to solve the game of chess in the world. I don't know if the Immortal knows I don’t know that some chess games use the world as a chessboard, and everything as a chess piece.” She vomited a mouthful of blood, but frowned slightly, raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth and continued, “Have you ever thought that you are someone else’s chess piece? ?”

Her breath was weak, and she was holding on to say these words. Jiang Ziming could hear that he could take her down with a little effort now, but he didn't do it because he knew that if he was a pawn, so was she. If he traps her, then she is most likely an abandoned child.

He wanted to know what kind of chess game he was in, and what the person who set up the game was going to do.

"Han Qingyue!" Feng Xizi hurried over, saw her covered in blood, frightened for a moment, then rushed up, Han Qingyue took a few steps back and pointed a dagger at her, forcing her to retreat.

Feng Xizi scolded angrily: "You are crazy!"

Jiang Ziming pressed down Feng Xizi's struggling hand, looked at her increasingly bright red clothes, and stepped forward to ask: "What kind of chess game is Miss Han who wants to maintain even if she sacrifices her own life?"

What kind of thing could make her procrastinate at the cost of her life.

"The immortal will know."

Houshan is the place where Fenghe tames the pets. There are gentle white rabbits and ferocious monsters inside. The two giant beasts guarding the gate alone are the cultivation base of Jindan, not to mention the other wandering pets outside. Even if Jiang Ziming wants to escape from the back mountain, it will take a lot of effort.

Han Qingyue was able to escape from it, and she must have been seriously injured, but she still had to hold on. Now she was vomiting blood as she spoke, and Feng Xizi was at a loss for what to do. As soon as there was any sign of approaching, she backed up and took precautions, fearing that she would be cornered. Just jumped off the cliff, so I dare not be impulsive.

Jiang Ziming hesitated to speak, at this moment he felt like a dumb and deaf person, he could clearly hear and speak, but he couldn't understand and had nothing to say.

The talisman at Han Qingyue's waist moved again, she relaxed a little, and took off her defensive posture a little, but she still held her dagger and did not retreat. Seeing Jiang Ziming's brows furrowed, she said weakly, "Don't blame the Immortal, I There are chess moves that should be defended as pawns, so we must fight tit for tat."

Jiang Ziming: "You can tell me, I can help you."

The front of the mountain gate was wide and unobstructed by mountains, and the cold wind raged, pouring into people's robes like swords. Han Qingyue stood on the edge, letting the strong wind bully him, and did not take a step forward. He was almost blown by the strong wind several times.

Han Qingyue's blue hair was flying, she shook her head, put the dagger back into her waist, took out the talisman paper from her bosom, pinched it exhaustively to burn the paper, and then seemed to have completed a certain task, she relaxed.

He raised his hand to hold the bleeding blood, and the aura that was forcibly confined on his body was also dissipating.

"Ah Yue!" Seeing her blood continuously flowing from between her fingers, Feng Xizi was so frightened that she panicked and rushed up.

She was only a few feet away from catching someone, but was repelled by a ray of light, Jiang Ziming supported her, and watched the owner of the ray of light appear out of thin air, covered in black robes, forming a formation mark with one hand , and the other hand sent Han Qingyue spiritual power to protect her heart.

Jiang Ziming didn't expect that Han Qingyue's companion who had never confessed to him would appear in front of him like this. He was a little stunned for a while, and let him treat Han Qingyue without any hindrance.

Following him were Wang Zhengxin and Feng He, both of them had bloodstains on their bodies, it seemed that they had already fought a battle, and they looked serious in front of the man in black.

Feng He caught a glimpse of Jiang Ziming and explained roughly: "Xianzun, this person is the one behind the scenes."

Han Qingyue regained some consciousness, held down the hand in the black robe that transmitted her spiritual power, stood up with his strength, and the black robe supported her wrist, turned around and looked at the crowd, but his face was hidden Under the mask of a grimace, the appearance cannot be seen clearly.

Wang Zhengxin shouted angrily: "Hand over the spirit of Tianquan!"

Only then did Jiang Ziming see a bottle hanging from the waist of the black robe, and there was a spirit struggling inside. It turned out that their goal was actually the spirit of Tianquan. No wonder Tianquan was in Tianxuan for so long, they were indifferent. They did it only after the Brahma sect collected and nourished the souls scattered by Tianquan.

But after a while, many elders and disciples gathered in front of the mountain gate. If the black robe did not come to rescue Han Qingyue, he might be able to escape with his elusive skills, but now he chooses to save Han Qingyue, so it is difficult for them to be under the eyes of hundreds of pairs of eyes. left.

The moment he saw Han Qingyue in front of the mountain gate, he already knew that she was going to delay for his companion, so he immediately sent a letter to Wang Zhengxin and Feng He, and asked Feng Xizi to come, hoping to catch the person behind the scenes, It can also save Han Qingyue.

It's just that he didn't expect that the two parties would be together now.

Elder Tianquan's soul is in their hands, even if they hand it over, it will be an unforgivable crime.

Han Qingyue dragged her bruised body forward and pushed the black robe back weakly, "You go first."

She was at the end of her strength and wanted to protect the thieves. Feng Xizi looked disappointed, formed a formation in her hand, and asked sadly: "Han Qingyue, do you know what you are doing! Are you crazy?"

Han Qingyue coughed in a low voice, ignoring her words, staring at Wang Zhengxin and Feng He as they pulled out the daggers from their waists, ready to fight with their lives to fight for a way out for the black robe.

Seeing her stubbornness, Feng Xizi felt love and hatred intertwined in his heart, and rushed forward in formation, and the killing formation descended from the sky, heading straight for Han Qingyue, "What the hell are you doing!"

The black robe raised his hand to control the array in the air. Seeing Han Qingyue vomit blood from the burst of anger, he frowned, "She knows what she is doing and the consequences, so you don't have to criticize her from above, everyone present has it." You are qualified to blame her, only you, Feng Xizi, are not worthy to say that she made a typo."

The voice of the black robe was ethereal and powerful, and it crushed Feng Xizi's formation in an instant.

Feng Xizi fell to the ground, Han Qingyue was slightly startled, and shook her head towards the black robe. Seeing this, Feng Xizi was stunned. She suddenly doubted everything in front of her eyes, including everything in the past.

Wang Zhengxin was furious, "Don't be mad, Li Zi! All disciples obey orders! Form the formation!"

After listening to the order, the disciples quickly returned to their positions, formed a sword formation, and were ready to go.

Han Qingyue spat blood again, pushed back the black robe, "Go!"

Feng He: "No one can leave!"

Hearing this, the black robe sneered, and protected Han Qingyue behind him without denying it. Under the black hat, half of the tail of snow-white hair was exposed, and his tone was cold, "If I want to leave, who would dare to stop me!"