Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

Compared to Li Qingming, Yu Baiwei knew very little about Pei Zhinan, a famous demonic witch.

But she is very aware of the 'demon' in her.

His behavior is really unpredictable.

Even though she was the little guy's mother, Yu Baiwei still remained somewhat vigilant and hid it.

At this moment, she realized that what she had left at home was just a clone of the soul that was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, and she couldn't help but feel a little more shadowy and worried in her heart.

What is Pei Zhinan’s purpose?

Ten Thousand Demons Tower?

Li Qingming?

Or something she doesn't understand?

And those seven days?

Could it be that the time limit mentioned by Pei Zhinan in the previous chapter had some profound meaning?

Today is the last day.

The more Yu Baiwei thought about it, the sad look in her peach blossom eyes became more intense.

If Pei Zhinan really caused any big trouble in the Hundred Peaks Competition, it would not be settled easily. Coupled with the well-known farce before, the situation would no longer be the one for her, the sword master of Ziyun Peak. All that can be controlled.

Pei Zhulu, who was squatting in the sand pit in the courtyard and wiping his tears, left a few marks on his body, and Yu Baiwei disappeared on the spot.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the high platform where a group of high-level officials stood in front of the Ten Thousand Demons Tower.

"Master Ziyun Sword?"

The elders who were still chatting and laughing and commenting on the participating disciples suddenly fell silent, and a small number of them suddenly became serious.

It's not just because of Yu Baiwei's special status in the sect, but because of what happened to Li Qingming at that time, her master who only protected the calf and showed no mercy, directly carried the sword and hit the major peaks, making them lose face. lose.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

"Junior sister Bai Wei, we were talking about you just now and asked why you haven't come yet." A tall and beautiful woman in palace attire walked towards Yu Baiwei and hugged the latter's arm affectionately.

The woman's name is Jiang Wei, who belongs to the Jiang family. She is the head of the Lifa Hall of Jiuzhou Palace and is responsible for major celebrations.

"Junior sister, are you so anxious because you are worried about your nephew Qingming?"

Jiang Wei comforted Yu Baiwei with a soft tone, "Senior nephew Qingming is also impulsive. You can come over and go through the motions. Young man is always so energetic."

"But you don't have to worry too much. I see that Qingming is not the type to really show off his strength. Maybe he just entered the Ten Thousand Demons Tower and did not prepare to break through..."

As she spoke, she waved her slender white hand, and the huge crystal clear jade stone next to her suddenly shone with light, and the names of the disciples of the major peaks on the surface also shone with glowing light.

Li Qingming's name was quickly found.

"Junior sister, look, I told you that Senior Nephew Qingming is not that impulsive..." Jiang Wei's words stopped abruptly, because after the three words "Li Qingming", it was [The 113th Floor of Death Row]

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"call......"

In the Mother Tree of Ten Thousand Demons, Li Qingming breathed a long sigh of relief as he saw the ghosts dissipating like smoke. He felt that the turbulent spiritual energy in his body gradually calmed down. His spiritual veins were naturally wider than those of ordinary monks, and his Dantian Qi sea was even wider. , like a strong and energetic heart.

The destruction of the previous foundation means that the heart can no longer circulate spiritual energy in the body as before, let alone store spiritual energy.

It's like the fuel tank has a small capacity and the driving distance is short at most, but there is a big hole in the tank and you can't get on the road.

Now after Yu Baiwei's repairs, the fuel tank in Li Qingming's body can finally have oil. These ghosts formed by relying on the Ten Thousand Demons Tower have no intelligence and only have the strength to build foundations and form pills, so it is relatively easy to deal with them. .

"The thirteenth floor..."

"It's still a long way from the root..."

"We have to catch up again."

Li Qingming muttered to himself, put away his long sword, and walked towards the light curtain that looked like ripples on the side of the prison.

Still feeling slightly dizzy.

He raised his sword,

falling sword,

Take a step.

Crossing layer after layer.

Then the sword is raised and lowered...

However, each time they pass through a layer, the strength of those ghosts will increase to varying degrees, and the time Li Qingming has to stay will also gradually increase.

It's not that he has reached the point where he needs to use all his strength, but Li Qingming is trying to reduce his own losses as much as possible every time without wasting too much time.

Those who can be solved with one sword will never use a second sword.

The so-called young swordsman is not a touted title.

But it was fought sword by sword among the monks of the same generation!

As the ghosts disappeared one after another, the sharp energy in Li Qingming's body became more and more condensed, and gradually underwent some kind of substantial transformation. His whole person seemed to be an unsheathed sword.

A sword is a murder weapon.

This is the swordsmanship that Li Qingming pursues, ultimate speed, ultimate lethality, and desperate determination.

Concentrating all the way, Li Qingming didn't pause for a moment, silently calculating in his mind how far away he was from the top.

As for the number of ghosts killed by the sword, he didn't have an accurate estimate.

After reaching the twentieth floor, the number of ghosts no longer appeared alone, but appeared in groups of two, three, four or five. There was a certain qualitative leap in both spiritual intelligence and strength.

The superposition of the two cannot be solved as easily as before.

As for the method?

Li Qingming didn't even hesitate for a moment, and directly began to exchange injuries for injuries. The moment the ghost offensive successfully came down, it was the opportunity he was looking for.

A little colder.

The light of the sword was like a startling giant, and the sound of the sword was clear and clear.

The several ghosts surrounding Li Qingming's side all froze in mid-air, and then turned into a faint light, falling onto the lines on the wall of the prison that looked like blood vessels and roots of grass and trees.

The price Li Qingming paid was that a few pieces of blood-red emerged from his already torn clothes.

"It's really like a tiger being bullied by a dog~"

Li Qingming suddenly smiled and joked to himself, sat down and threw a few healing pills into his mouth to regain his breath.

If you are not strong enough, you can only take drugs.

Apart from anything else, Li Qingming has a lot of magic pills and magic weapons.

But the injuries can be recovered and the spiritual energy can be replenished, but his sea of ​​​​qi has been moving along with his spiritual energy, and gradually large and small holes have appeared, like a small boat, no matter how hard it is blocked, it cannot be blocked. gap.

repeatedly.

By the time Li Qingming reached the 30th floor, his speed had completely slowed down, and his injuries were becoming more serious each time.

The white clothes that he originally wore with grace had turned into a dark red color filled with blood. Those who didn't know it thought Li Qingming was an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

The golden elixir Jingying Ying that had just been dealt with left a bone-shattering scar on his chest. If it had gone any further, his heart would have been taken out.

After a while, Li Qingming opened his eyes, and there were fine bloodshot eyes between his eyes, and his whole body was taut, revealing an aura of extreme weakness and exhaustion.

When I stood up, I even staggered and almost fell.

After Li Qingming paused, he suddenly turned his head and said to his shadow falling on the wall under the dim candlelight:

"Junior Brother Yuanzheng, how long are you going to hide?"

"Now, senior brother, I am exhausted. If you don't take action, you will miss this good opportunity..."