Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

There was silence all around, but there were bursts of buzzing in Fu Qing's ears, and the scene in front of him was a little blurry.

He memorized the man's features by impression.The cultivation base is not advanced, but the technique is very strange.In terms of the direction of the spiritual power of the sword that was slashed at him just now, Fu Qing has never seen it in the classics of the cultivation world, and has never seen anyone use it.

This injury is not considered serious, but the coldness in the body was stirred up, and the agitation stopped.Hoarfrost had already appeared in front of his eyes, and it might be troublesome if he didn't suppress it.Fu Qing forcibly suppressed the cold air and sent it to the abdominal wound.

The scene in front of him flickered, and the hoarfrost gradually faded away.The meridians were painfully pulled by the backflow of cold air, but Fu Qing had no time to take care of them.

The owner of that sword was not strong enough, and although the wound was ferocious, it was not fatal.Fu Qing bit her lip, stood up with the green smoke propped up, and walked forward in the ruins.

He walked step by step to the coffin that was originally in the center of the room.

Amidst the ruins, the coffin is still spotless because of separate restrictions.

Fu Qing staggered to the side of the coffin, only glanced inside, and felt his mind went blank, as if five-colored fireworks exploded in front of his ears and eyes.

The lid of the coffin was opened.Has been moved.

Fu Qing only felt that the sockets of his eyes were hot, and he didn't know whether it was tears or blood that flowed out.

He knelt down slowly, wiped his hands on the clean part of the Taoist robe, and gently pushed the coffin away.

One of the skeletons inside was still intact.The Taoism contained in it has already been touched by people.The person who absorbed the Dao seems to have enjoyed it a bit, and placed the few pieces that contained the most laws of the Dao on the top of the corpse.The inner and outer coffins formed a small world of their own, and after the earthquake just now, the bones remained motionless, maintaining that ridiculous appearance.

Fu Qing's eyes went dark, and he let out a sob, but his hands were still steady, he took out a jade box from the Sumeru Ring, put the corpse together and put it in.Then gently closed the lid and put the bones in.

He seemed to be overwhelmed by the mountain, bending over the edge of the coffin to breathe.

After a while, he stood up slowly, tapped his toes, and stepped lightly on the sword.

No time to think about it.Both Xie Chi and Mo Zilan are still in Qianlong Realm, if Mo Zilan is lost again carelessly... Just thinking of this, the blurry scene in front of Fu Qing's eyes fell into darkness.

He raised his spiritual power to suppress the cold, waited for a while, and only after he could see the shadows of the scenery, he moved towards the Shanshui Gallery with his sword.

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Mo Zilan set up a trap in Shanshui Gallery and trapped Xie Chi inside.

In his previous life, Fu Qing had brought him to Qianlong Realm, and he also knew that this place was actually a leisure place for Yu Shaozi's lineage.When Xie Chi tried to use the restriction in Qianlong Realm to deal with him, Mo Zilan was disdainful on the one hand and furious on the other.

He noticed that the spiritual power in Xie Chi's body was very chaotic.This person probably obtained his so-called breakthrough by absorbing the spiritual power from the spirit marrow of the Cold River Realm.

Shameless.

Xie Chi had never dared to make a big fuss about the reputation of Gui Yizong in his previous life.I didn't expect to lose my temper so early in this life.

The master had cut off his arm, and there were many disagreements between Dongwanxiang and other sects during the time of exorcising demons, which drove Xie Chi to a dead end.Mo Zilan knew this, but he didn't have much sympathy for Xie Chi.

He watched Xie Chi with cold eyes turning around in the trap he had arranged.It's just that Xie Chi seems to have seen through a trace of the law of Zunyu, and can export the aura of Zunyu for his own use.Killing him rashly is afraid that there will be trouble.

Maybe it will be quicker for Master to come.It's just that he didn't want this kind of rubbish to stain Master's eyes after all.

Until a beautiful sword light flashed across the sky.Mo Zilan was about to go up to meet him, but he realized that Fu Qing jumped off the sword suddenly, skipping him and rushing towards the trapped formation.

Mo Zilan hurriedly made an opening for him in the formation.Xie Chi noticed the change and immediately went up to meet it.After he broke through, he thought he was invincible, but he found that even Fu Qing's disciples couldn't beat him.It was only then that the maze was broken, but unfortunately it was too late, and he had to deal with Mo Zilan to seek a way out.

He wanted to break through, but Fu Qing swept over with a sword light.The vast sword energy was like a tidal wave, knocking Xie Chi to the ground, creating a deep pit nearly ten feet deep.

Before Xie Chi could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a long sword was firmly nailed into his dantian Qihai.

He tried to lift his breath, but could only feel pain.

Fu Qing landed lightly, pulled out the green smoke, and held it in midair.

In the next moment, he stabbed the green smoke into Xie Chi's dantian again.

He said coldly: "If I can remove one of your arms, I can kill you... Xie Chi, are you stupid?"

He was originally a fairy, but the clothes on his body were stained red with blood, like red lotuses blooming on the white snow.

Mo Zilan felt a pain in his heart, and jumped into the pit, trying to bring Fu Qing back.

Xie Chi's dantian has been abolished, so the master doesn't need to do it himself.

Besides, if the injury on Master's body is delayed for a long time, I'm afraid it will hurt the root.Mo Zilan called out: "Master——"

"To shut up."

Fu Qing twirled the sword in Xie Chi's dantian, and asked him coldly: "Don't you like to use Zunyu's things? Use it, try to kill me with it."

When he came, Xie Chi was invoking the aura of Qianlong Realm, trying to escape from Mo Zilan's predicament.

Xie Chi's move is indeed rare, so it is easy to recognize.

What's more, Fu Qing just met once less than a quarter of an hour ago.

The puppet who wanted to kill him, Xie Chi who was trapped... the two breaths coincided in an instant.

Xie Chi originally thought that he didn't know this, but now he knew that if he didn't use his full strength, he would really be abolished here today.

His move really doesn't rely on Dantian, but just uses his body as a container for spiritual energy, allowing them to be used by him.

With the determination to burst his meridians, Xie Chi wanted to grab the aura from Qianlong Realm.

His face turned pale in the next moment.

"Why...why..." He coughed violently, every cough touched the wound and brought him convulsive pain.

"The thief asked the master why...it's not ridiculous." Fu Qing lowered his head, trembling slightly, as if he was laughing.

Fu Qing is very abnormal.Mo Zilan almost had an illusion that what was standing in front of him was not his master, but some magical weapon made for killing.

He was breathing, but it was extremely cold.

When Fu Qing wiped out monsters, he always felt unspeakably lonely.That kind of loneliness attracted Mo Zilan to cherish him.

Now, the loneliness was overflowing, but Mo Zilan felt a nameless panic.As if if he didn't do something, Fu Qing would leave him.

He then released a burst of spiritual power, trying to cut off Xie Chi's neck veins.This person is dead, maybe Master can recover a bit.

The spiritual power, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was blown away by Qingyan's sword intent.Fu Qing looked up at Mo Zilan as if disturbed.

But those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, not to mention his shadow, Mo Zilan doubted whether he could see everything in this world.What's more, the two brown marks on the face were obviously blood.Mo Zilan's heart was suddenly pulled.

"...I'm fine." Fu Qing turned his gaze back, and instead stabbed the green smoke into Xie Chi's shoulder blade, breaking his meridians that wanted luck again.

Fu Qing doesn't like killing people.He always felt that the people he killed in this life were almost killed when he was a child.He had seen enough of such a miserable death.

However, under his command, Qingyan seemed to have a consciousness of her own, picking and chopping at the most painful places.

Why is it Qingyan's fault? He obviously wants Xie Chi's life to be worse than death.He wanted to slice off Xie Chi's flesh bit by bit, and tore him up, but he hung his breath to prevent him from dying, so that he could feel all this clearly.

For the first time, Fu Qing knew that he was also extremely violent when taking revenge.

The scene in front of him was like a veil covering him, he couldn't see it, and his attacks became more ruthless, he would not give up until he heard Xie Chi's scream of pain.

The world was very far away from him, and he thought for a long time before he remembered that there was an apprentice watching beside him.

"Mo Zilan." Fu Qing called him.

Even he himself couldn't tell what the voice was shouting.But from a distant place, there was a response. Even after such a long distance, he could still recognize the anxiety and concern in that voice.

Fu Qing's heart seemed to stir, but soon returned to calm.He said casually, "Did I tell you before that killing should be done neatly, and don't torture the dying."

Mo Zilan seemed to answer something, but Fu Qing couldn't hear it clearly.His hand stroked unconsciously, chopping Xie Chi to pieces.But his tone was still calm, stating something completely different: "Whether you said it before or not, remember it now."

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a heart-piercing howl from Xie Chi.

His voice was already hoarse, but Fu Qing didn't intend to stop at all.It seemed that the next strike was going to kill him, and it seemed that Xie Chi's life was going to hang forever.

Mo Zilan didn't dare to stop him.He was afraid that if he stopped her, Fu Qing would fall into this state forever and would never be able to get out again.

But he couldn't just watch him torture himself like this.

Mo Zilan shouted at him: "Master, you tormented him like this, how can anyone prove my innocence? Think for me!"

Fu Qing paused for a moment.Xie Chi under the sword suddenly trembled, took a while to understand Mo Zilan's words, and then said ferociously: "...Yes... If you dare to move again, I will cut off my meridians...Let your apprentice be cursed forever !"

Qingyan trembled again.

It was Fu Qing who laughed so hard that he couldn't hold the sword.

He even cried tears of laughter.Big drops of tears ran down his cheeks, and when they fell, they were already stained with bright red blood.

He raised his sword high and said with a smile, "Okay."

Then he thrust down suddenly, hitting Xie Chi's throat, and pierced hard.

Blood spattered out, soaking his already dirty Taoist robe, splashing all over his head and body.

Warm but disgusting.

Before Fu Qing had the real feeling of killing someone by himself, he felt a hot body embrace him behind him.

"Don't touch me." Fu Qing pushed Mo Zilan away and took half a step back.

Mo Zilan was about to step forward, but Fu Qing took out a magic weapon for extracting the soul from the Sumeru Ring, and put the unexpired and dissipated soul in Xie Chi's body into it.

alright.That's it.

Fu Qing suddenly felt wronged.

He had a lot of deep hatred, and before he could get rid of it, he was forced to lose the object of revenge.

The consciousness that had been deeply buried before gradually awakened, telling him that it shouldn't be like this.Comparing with vicious people, you will be the one who gets hurt in the end.

But the self-sufficiency he is proud of can only aggravate his pain now.

Fu Qing then turned around in a daze, his feet went limp, and he fell into a firm embrace.

He stuffed the soul lamp containing Xie Chi's soul into Mo Zilan's hand, resting his chin on his shoulder, weeping heavily: "Back to the Cold River Realm."

The author has something to say: Fu Qing cried the worst time in hundreds of years.

Speaking of which, Mo Zilan is really springy, usually works hard, but when something happens, he is still reliable (wonderful metaphor)