On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

The fight between immortals probably refers to the picture in front of you.

Wei Qing was still wearing the protective magic weapon that his apprentice put on him, and a pair of jet-black eyes fixedly watched the changing moves in the sky above his head.

At this moment, as long as someone looks carefully, he can find that the huge Tiandaozong is like a reflection in the water, shadowy and indistinct, starting to disintegrate.

A figure landed next to Wei Qing, and Ji Ming still had a string of candied haws in his mouth, and he was amazed at the scene of the gods fighting.

In fact, except for the two of them, no one else could see the picture above their heads at all, and they seemed to be isolated in a different world now.

As for where they will go after that, it all depends on the outcome of this battle.

If Zhong Wu wins, everything will return to normal; if Ruo Yun wins, they...the outcome is unknown.

Wei Qing's grip on the cloak tightened even more. His cultivation base was still restricted, and he couldn't help his apprentices. Now he could only stand underneath and look up at their fierce fight.

Yun is a cunning guy, otherwise he would not have set up such a big game, but it was precisely because of this that Wei Qing did not expect that the other party would actually fight so directly.

Similarly, the young man immediately fought back, which led to the current scene.

"Can he win?" Wei Qing raised his head, saying that it was impossible not to worry, after all, the other party was the wife of an immortal from the upper realm.

Ji Ming smacked his lips twice, and really wanted to comfort Wei Qing with the four words of the protagonist halo, but when he thought of the mysterious direction of this novel, he, the author, lost confidence.

"Well, let me say that Zhong Lisuo is now No. 1 in the lower realm, and he is only facing a mere gangster, so it shouldn't be a problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a humanoid figure falling from the sky, so fast that it was too late to hide. Fortunately, Wei Qing pushed him beside him.

Wei Qing pushed Ji Ming away and caught the young man who was knocked down. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind, and said in a trembling voice, "Awu, you..."

Zhong Lisuo, with a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth, held the man's hand behind his back to comfort him.

Yun is much stronger than he imagined, but he is not completely out of luck.

Wei Qing looked at his resolute side face and couldn't say anything to dissuade him, this battle was unavoidable.

The dark clouds rolled in from the sky, covered in darkness, surrounded by dazzling thunder and lightning, crackling, mixed with wind and rain, as if the whole world was going to fall because of it.

The man in white hung in the air, looking down at the three little black dots below, with a cruel smile on his lips.

In the end, no one is reliable, and he still needs to take down this human world himself.

With the palms facing up, there is a powerful power accumulated, let's start from Tiandaozong, since those two people have discovered all this.

Yun thought indifferently, the power of destroying heaven and earth entangled and rioted around him, turning into a black and purple, lightning-like physical existence.

Even a half-immortal in the Mahayana period would not be able to take this blow, no wonder Zhong Wu would fall down with his palm.

Wei Qing watched helplessly as his apprentice went up to meet him again, feeling extremely anxious, he had never been so powerless as he is now.

Without cultivation, without spiritual power, he is just a burden to that person.

Save this human world, from the hands of the immortals in the upper world...

"Ji Ming, you said that as long as you complete the task, this crisis will be resolved. Ah Wu, he likes me, and has always been. Doesn't this count as completing the task?"

Wei Qing suddenly thought of this, and asked the man beside him who was watching this scene with bright eyes.

Ji Ming looked at him sideways, touched his nose, and really wanted to say that you are just exploiting a loophole in the system, okay?

However, what shocked him even more was that the protagonist Zhong Lisuo was able to hide his feelings so thoroughly that the main system didn't even notice, otherwise there would be no such task.

"Actually, this task is not considered successful." After Ji Ming said this, he found that the man looked at him as if he was about to eat him, so he quickly added, "But I can give you a golden finger."

Helping Wei Qing complete the task is also helping him go back by himself.

Hearing what he said, Wei Qing nodded again and again, and all the possible costs and consequences were all forgotten by him - the apprentice was going to be suppressed and beaten, how could he have the mood to think so much?

So Ji Ming discussed with the main system and gave the man a lot of cheats. Wei Qing only felt that the spiritual power began to surge in the originally empty spiritual veins.

Spiritual power quickly gathered around him, and his cultivation level continued to rise, soon surpassing his original Nascent Soul Dzogchen stage. Maybe it was because there was too much movement here, which attracted the two people who were fighting fiercely in the air to look over at the same time.

Wei Qing didn't know that he was now the focus of the audience, even Ji Ming was forced by the coercion around him to turn into a system mode, quietly waiting for him to "kill all directions".

The whole body seemed to have been re-forged, Wei Qing raised his head halfway, his jet-black hair rose behind him, like a big net, full of infinite spiritual power.

He suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at a person flying towards him with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and there was only a cluster of golden red flames in the empty pupils.

The overpowering force disturbed his mind at this moment, leaving him with only one thought in his mind - to end it all!

All the dark clouds in the sky gathered here, and Yun, who was not relaxed at first, suddenly looked ugly. This kind of powerful spiritual power fluctuation...

His gaze followed the young man, and he saw that he desperately wanted to stop the man in the center of Gangfeng, but he couldn't even get close.

Zhong Lisuo was really panicked, even in the face of an enemy as powerful as Yun Ze, he was calm, but now Wei Qing's state gave him a very bad feeling.

After the layers of strong wind were stripped away, the man with disheveled black hair stepped out. His pair of jet-black eyes were glowing golden-red, with an indescribably bewitching meaning.

"Master..." Zhong Lisuo mumbled, and touched his shoulder with his hands, but the other party just tilted his head slightly, with an indifferent expression.

Thick dark clouds weighed heavily down, and a drop of rain fell in a hurry, hitting the ground, with a small sound, but it was the prelude to an earth-shaking battle.

Thousands of raindrops crackled down, and the sky became dark for an instant, and the rain poured down.An arc-shaped barrier in the air flickered and began to disintegrate.

Wei Qing's pale face was stained with a bewitching scarlet color...

The sky was still dripping with rain, lingering and endless.

The little boy sweeping the fallen leaves on the mountain road sneezed, put down the broom in his hand and began to rub his hands and stomp his feet. Even though it was spring, it was colder than winter.

"It's really weird, I don't know how long it will rain." He muttered a few words, picked up the broom again, and when he looked up, he saw a figure in white passing by in the bamboo forest.

The back is very thin and tall, and he looks a bit weak.

The little boy was fascinated by it for a while, but when he looked again in the blink of an eye, he found that there was no figure in white clothes, only the rustling bamboo leaves fluttering with the breeze.

When Zhong Lisuo woke up from his drowsy sleep, he still hadn't woken up. The scenes a few days ago were like a nightmare pressing on his chest, which made him still worried.

Touching the couch that still had a little warmth beside him, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

His master seems to have run away again.

Pushing open the door, the moment fresh air poured in, there was also a cool morning breeze, blowing away the charming atmosphere in the room.

Zhong Lisuo rubbed his neck, there were still shallow teeth marks left by the man, even though his master lost his memory of these little habits, he still did not change.

He chuckled lightly, and when he looked up, he saw a certain leader standing at the door with a tense expression.

When Han Yi saw him coming out, he rushed forward suddenly, his eyes couldn't stop looking behind him.

"Where's Qing'er?" He asked, his eyebrows full of worry.

Ever since the two of them came out of Xuantian secret realm suddenly that day, Han Yi found that the changes in the secret realms had stopped. In the words Zhong Lisuo told them - the battle with the Empress was over.

They won.

It was supposed to be a happy event worth celebrating, but Han Yi soon discovered that his junior brother seemed to have lost his memory, and was extremely dependent on the first person he saw like a child.

That person was none other than Zhong Lisuo, whom he had never liked, but now that Qing'er clings to him so tightly, let alone touching him, he doesn't even respond to talking to him.

Headmaster Han, who cared so much about his junior brother, was so worried that he had no choice but to take a look at his junior brother when he was free. For example, at this moment, Keren was not there.

"Maybe Master is out to play." Zhong Lisuo left the room after leaving those words behind. He was going to find his... Qing'er.

As for where the man is now, Zhong Lisuo hooked his little finger, and there was a gravitational force pulling him in a certain direction.

The air in the bamboo forest is exceptionally fresh, the early birds are chirping, and the continuous rain turns into mist, decorating the world.

A gust of wind blew over the corners of the man's pure white clothes, occasionally revealing a small section of his slender white waist, with a few bruises on it, which made the man's skin whiter than snow.

The man didn't wear socks on his feet, and walked out with only a pair of cloth shoes, his round and small heels were still exposed.

The dewdrops on the green grass stuck to his feet, leaving a trail of water, leaving a bit of coolness, which made the man shrink back.

He suddenly stood still at the same spot, his originally confused thoughts finally became clearer, he couldn't help rubbing his sleepy eyes, looking at the strange illusion in front of him, the man felt a little scared.

When Zhong Lisuo arrived at the bamboo forest, he heard faint sobs before he got close.

As soon as he approached, the sound of footsteps made the man's shoulders flinch and his back straightened.

Although it was a little out of place, Zhong Lisuo couldn't help but smile, Master is so cute now.

Zhong Lisuo took a step forward and held the man's shoulder, feeling that his trembling body was stiff, so he couldn't bear to tease him any more.

"Qing'er, it's me." He said, his voice was unbearably gentle.

The man finally stopped trembling when he heard the familiar voice, and his body gradually relaxed.

Zhong Lisuo touched the man's cool hand, and held his hands together in his palms. His gaze moved down to his bare feet.

"Why did you run out without wearing shoes?" It seemed to be a question, but inside it was full of concern and distress.

However, the man who has lost his memory and is like a child can't hear this deep-seated thing, only when he relies on someone he trusts to blame him, the head that was about to be raised is lowered again.

Zhong Lisuo looked at the hair twirling on the top of the man's head, holding the other's hand with a finger twisted backwards, with a bit of care and flattery.

"I... I was wrong, you, don't be angry." Qieqie's soft voice was extremely soft.

The young man's stomach tightened, and he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with such a master, it was just...

"I'm not blaming you, I'm distressed, hey..."

Zhong Lisuo sighed, hugged Wei Qing horizontally, pressed his head against his chest, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead lightly.

"Master, I miss you, I want all of you."

There was a breeze blowing between the two of them, raising the skirts of their clothes, and even the hairbands, entangled with each other until death.

In the direction they looked at, there was a peak rising from the ground, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Only they know what happened there and what is being suppressed now.

The author has something to say:

Ah, let’s wrap up the battle scene. Tomorrow’s finale will be the final chapter. It’s a bit of a side story. Well, this article is finally coming to an end, so please QAQ. Let me think about the next chapter. 2333