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Although he knew that Wu Lingkong would not be so stupid as to lie to himself, Qing Hui, who was worried, went to Zangshu Pavilion in person and found related books. Sure enough, Qing Hui found information about Yaozun and Xianxucao trace.

Knowing this, Qing Hui was overjoyed, wishing to end the contest immediately and set off to bring back Xianxucao, but it was obviously unrealistic, so no matter what thoughts Qing Hui had in mind, the Zongmen Grand Competition was still going on.

And our male protagonist Wu Lingkong relied on various dangers (acting) images (skills) ring (explosion) life (form) in the ring and finally reached the final.

"The next match will be Wu Lingkong, a true disciple of the main peak, against Qing Hui."

Qing Hui still came to the stage lightly, standing with a sword in his hand, his ink hair lightly fluttering, one person with one sword, like a beautiful picture scroll.

Among the disciples in the bustling crowd below the ring, a pair of dark eyes greedily watched every move of the young man above the ring.

From the smooth forehead to the light eye color, from the delicate nose to the slightly pursed red lips, from the small chin to the cute Adam's apple... all the way down, the eyes are paranoid and explicit.

Huier, we will meet soon.

'Monarch, the matter has been settled. '

'Well, go back. The man glanced at the figure on the ring with nostalgia, and disappeared in the crowd the moment he turned around.

Qing Hui on the stage seemed to feel something and looked towards the place where Cai's line of sight came from just now, but he only saw the inseparable and chaotic crowd.

Illusion?Qing Hui lowered his eyes lightly.

I don't know if it was affected by the uneasiness in his heart just now, Qing Hui on the ring was obviously a little absent-minded, and for the first time he was distracted.

As the opponent, Wu Lingkong didn't expect it to be like this. In the astonished eyes of everyone, Qing Hui just slammed straight at the long sword in Wu Lingkong's hand that was too late to retract.

Keng——

A flying sword narrowly missed the long sword in Wu Lingkong's hand, the wind whistled in his ears, and the field of vision in Qing Hui's eyes changed rapidly. The gentle handsome face was replaced by a rare angry look.

"Junior brother, do you know how dangerous it is just now? This is Dabi and you are in a daze!"

Qing Hui pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry..."

Thinking back to Qing Hui's suicide-like behavior just now, Qing Jing's heart was still beating violently at this moment, but all the anger turned into a helpless sigh when he looked down to see his full belly.

Due to Qing Hui's mistake, Wu Lingkong was "lucky" to win another opponent and became the leader of the core disciple competition.

After leaving everything on the Yanwu stage, and walking to the secret place in the back mountain, Qing Hui called out in his consciousness: 【Kirin come out. 】

[What's wrong with the master? ] The unicorn appeared in mid-air.

[Who did you say was here? 】

[The devil, the devil has no sky. 】

【What did he come to Qinglanzong for? 】

[Maybe it's Tan Tanchenxiu's reality, or it may be to see you. 】

Qing Hui closed his eyes, and his eyes were full of coldness. He deliberately told me about this matter during the big competition, disturbing my Dao heart, and you have too many lies.

Thinking of the Immortal Xu Grass that he was about to search for, Qing Hui raised his eyes and said: [Give me the Qing Huan Pill. 】

【Master, what are you going to do with the Dan?Let's just use one to save lives, so don't waste it. 】

[Wu Lingkong is injured, and the trip to the sea of ​​clouds and mist will be stranded. Chenxiu's cultivation base can no longer be delayed, so give me the Qinghuan Dan. 】

Qilin originally wanted to say that it would be fine to use the usual elixir, but when he saw the obvious displeasure on Qing Hui's face, he wisely shut up, [Okay. 】

Disappeared in the next second.

Almost at the moment when the unicorn disappeared, Qing Hui suddenly raised his eyes and pointed to the void.

【close! ! ! 】

Seeing the nothingness rippling, the only channel leading to nothingness and the sea of ​​consciousness closed without the qilin reacting at all, looking at the emptiness around the unicorn, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the unicorn.

[As expected of a person he could have his eyes on, but you still found out. 】

After throwing the unicorn out of the small world, Yu Ziyan not only did not let out a long sigh of relief, but frowned even tighter.

Does this change mean that it is finally ready to attack its lover in this life?

From the second meeting with his lover, Yu Ziyan felt that Qilin has been secretly conveying a message to him. From all kinds of hesitation to the moment of amazement, it is trying its best to create a kind of feeling for itself. The tense atmosphere, it wanted to tell him.

The lover's real body is the old enemy of the Three Thousand Realms, and killing him himself is the most correct choice.

Facing the choice between his contracted beast and a stranger of unknown origin, Yu Ziyan hesitated, but he was willing to believe everything he felt.

Yu Ziyan still can't forget the muddy dreams of that life, the five fingers that can't be stretched out, the chaotic mind, it seems to be sinking, and it seems to be assimilated into an ink-colored part by the endless nothingness.

When Yu Ziyan felt that he was about to disappear, he heard a voice from nothingness.

'Oh, little guy...'

In his trance-like mind, he couldn't distinguish the voice clearly, but he could clearly remember the tone of these four words, and this voice was... the same voice as his lover's.

Yu Ziyan didn't know why there was such a weird thought in her mind, but this thought seemed to take root and soared in her heart.

He always felt, perhaps, that they had known each other before.

And the most important point, according to what Qilin said, the lover travels with him, except at the beginning, then why does he wake up later than the other party in every life?

Unless on the contrary, he has been following in the footsteps of his lover.

He must get the Immortal Void Grass as soon as possible, even the consciousness of the small world may not be able to resist it for too long.

But, who is its real body?

……

"Senior Brother Ling."

"Hello, brother."

Wu Lingkong walked quickly on the bluestone path, and the disciples around him stopped respectfully and said hello when they saw his highly recognizable face.

At the Zongmen Dabi a month ago, everyone thought that Wu Lingkong was quite lucky at the beginning, and they all whispered in private. Faced with this situation, Wu Lingkong took it lightly, followed the original path to challenge the true disciples, and "successful" in the competition To be promoted to Jindan, although the battle was fierce, it was also famous in the first battle.

As the secret land of the back mountain got closer, there were fewer and fewer disciples on both sides of the path, and finally no volleying footsteps stopped in front of the stone tablet in the back mountain.

stop.

The simple word "crazy cursive", but Wu Lingkong clearly sensed the danger spreading from the top of the words, and the lingering sword intent and coercion were even stronger than when the front suzerain was in the dust a month ago.

Whose hands did the two words come from?

Carefully took out the token that Qing Hui gave to him not long ago from his bosom. According to Qing Hui's narration that day, Wu Lingkong threw the token in the air. The token seemed to be pulled by something unknown, floating in the air and emitting a halo .

With the passage of time, light ripples spread from the void, and the entrance of the human height was revealed in front of the eyes, and Wu Ling strode in after collecting the token.

The sky is blue and bright, pure as if it has just been washed, white clouds are floating, the golden sun exudes a warm light halo, covering all kinds of rare herbs beside the cobblestone path, and colorful butterflies stop here and there from time to time Standing on it, a group of thriving.

"Worriless Grass, Blazing Clouds and Fierce Flowers, Tibetan Flower Lang...there are also ice mist lotuses, this secret realm is going to be against the sky." '

Suddenly, Goldfinger's excited voice sounded: "It's the Devil-eating Flower. I've been looking for the Devil-eating Flower for a long time. It's a big piece. It's so fast, pick one. With this thing, you will go to the Demon Realm in the next plot." There is no need to worry about the magic energy entering the body. '

Wu Lingkong's footsteps paused for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and his eyes crossed the blooming and gorgeous flower sea and walked towards the end of the path.

"Ah, don't Wu Lingkong, that's the Demon Eater Flower, an extinct thing in the world of cultivating immortals, it's so big, we'll only pick one flower, and if I help you cover up your breath, you won't be noticed by the one in retreat..."

Facing Goldfinger's various reassurances, Wu Lingkong's expression remained unchanged and he kept on walking. Da Nengyuan during the tribulation period was more terrifying than others imagined.

Accompanied by Goldfinger's exclamation and envious eyes all the way, Wu Lingkong finally walked to the gate of the courtyard.

There is no splendor, no pavilions and pavilions, and the square courtyard reveals unpretentious elegance and restraint.

Wu Lingkong stepped forward to raise his hand to knock on the courtyard door, but found that the courtyard door was half-closed, and through the slightly-covered courtyard door, he saw Qing Hui who was practicing sword in Yuan's heart with sharp eyes.

The young man's figure is like bamboo, his eyes are as clear as water, and the long sword in his hand is like a rainbow, with a formidable aura. When his wrists are turned, the black hair gathered in the jade crown ripples out in the air in a forcible arc.

The light-colored sunlight shines on his face through the overlapping luxuriant leaves in the center of the courtyard, reflecting his skin like jade, showing a kind of transparency, delicacy and warmth.

He seems to be especially suitable for wearing white clothes, with exquisite and flawless eyebrows and eyes everywhere, one person with one sword, just like a banished fairy in a painting.

Zhong Ling Yuxiu, just like a fairy.

Through the half-closed door, Wu Lingkong's eyes were firmly stuck to the young man in the courtyard, as if he wanted to firmly engrave every moment of his elegance into the depths of his mind.

Qing emblem, Qing emblem, Qing emblem...

The words were repeated countless times day and night, and suddenly, Wu Lingkong felt an inexplicable emptiness in his chest, like a person falling from a high altitude trying desperately to catch something.

But what did he want to catch?

This sudden feeling made Wu Lingkong a little annoyed, like the screeching of cicadas at noon in summer, and also like the futility and futility of being blindfolded when the answer is close at hand.

Putting his sword back and bowing his head, Qing Hui adjusted his breath for a moment, when he glanced at the corner of the familiar inner disciple's robe outside the courtyard, he was startled for a moment, then thought of something, and called out: "Junior Brother Lingkong?"

Qing Hui remembered that he handed over the spare token to Wu Lingkong a month ago, and because of his injuries during the Dabi, he also sent a lot of precious medicinal herbs to Wu Lingkong. Looking for him must mean that the injury has healed.

Wu Lingkong suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart, pushed open the courtyard door, and clasped his fists respectfully.

"Brother Qing Hui."

The author has something to say:

'Kirin' is the mastermind behind the scenes. Has anyone seen it in the previous article? This is why the young master interacts with it less and less as he goes to the back, because the young master has discovered the clues and knows that there are some things that cannot be told to it. As for its true Who is the body, the end of this world will be revealed

PS: The dream of the young master belongs to the second world.