Mechanical male god [unworn ancient]

You must die today!

This sentence kept echoing in his mind, and Feng Qiyin thought of the successive distresses since they got on the cloud boat, of Pei Yu who was premeditatedly drawn away, of the group of black birds persistently chasing and killing them, and of those who seemed to be concentrated on him The strange bird beside him...and this black rope tightly wrapped around him...

He understood that all this was aimed at him!

He just didn't understand why the monks of the Lingzong had to put him to death, or was he the one who caused the disaster of extermination five years ago?The person they wanted to get rid of from beginning to end was always him!His parents, family members, and the people in front of him were all affected by him.

With some difficulty, he raised his head to see Ji Heng who was pulling him tightly, and Pei Song who was struggling to pull Ji Heng... The pulling force from below was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to pull his legs to the root break!If this continues, not only him, but also Ji Heng and Pei Song will be implicated by him.

If they accidentally fell into the magma below, even these immortal monks would not be able to survive!What's more, he is still just a mortal... Ji Heng.

The wind sings, say it, tell Ji Heng to let go, say it!Do you still want to cause more people to die for you?

He screamed frantically in his heart, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.He is not reconciled, not reconciled to just die like this, the revenge of his parents, Feng Wufeng Liu, and himself are all waiting for him to avenge!How could he be willing to die here like this?What's more, it's not the most desperate point yet, is it?

Feng Qieyin was overwhelmed in his heart, but to the outside world, it was only a few breaths.

Pei Yu pursed his lips and stood on Shi Chongzhi's flying magic weapon, frowning and staring at the rope that was dragging the wind and Yin and others were falling. The Jingxie sword was unsheathed again. With a sharpness that seemed to tear away the space, he slashed towards the ominous black.However, after the sword was swung out, his body trembled, and bright red blood overflowed from his lips uncontrollably.

"Brother!" Shi Chongzhi, who had just been sent to a group of juniors, saw this scene when he turned his head. He rushed to support Pei Yu with his sword, but felt a burst of wetness when his hands were pressed on him. He bowed his head. It was found that Pei Yu's clothes were already stained red with blood, a huge paw print was printed on his back, the wound was black, and blood was still oozing out.

It turned out that Pei Yu had been injured a long time ago, and it was only by covering up the wound that others could not see it.He wiped off the blood from his lips, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'll take a rest, you go and help Pei Song bring him back."

At this time, the black rope had been cut off as Pei Yu expected, but this time, the reaction speed of the black air was faster and more ruthless, and it condensed into a black net almost instantly and groaned towards the wind. Covering it, at the very moment, Ji Heng grabbed Feng Qiyin's hand and swung it upwards vigorously. Feng Qiyin, who was supposed to be at the bottom, was thrown into the spirit boat in an instant, and the huge black net, Ji Heng, who had no time to escape in the future, was covered inside.

As if realizing that he had caught the wrong person, the black net branched out into a branch as thick as an arm, and groaned towards the wind on the spirit boat like a poisonous snake, but was caught by a hand.

That hand was fair and slender, with well-defined joints, as perfect as if it had been carefully carved out of jade. Against the backdrop of the magma and fire below, there was a layer of soft and warm light.However, the strength of this hand is also great, the strength of its grip cannot be shaken, even if it uses other parts of its body to wrap tightly around the opponent, no matter how much it struggles and twists, it will not be able to escape!

And without the pulling force from above, the big black net covering Ji Heng finally fell rapidly towards the magma below under the action of gravity. !"

Feng Qiyin was thrown hard by Ji Heng, and his whole body was thrown into the spirit boat, and Pei Song who was standing on the edge of the spirit boat was overwhelmed, but he didn't care about that.Seeing Ji Heng being dragged down by the big black net instead of him, his mind went blank for a moment, but his body involuntarily rushed forward, and he opened his hands and struggled to catch that person, but he could only Kankan grabbed a small gray corner of his clothes.

The next moment, the clothes were torn, and the remaining strips of cloth were driven into his palm by the strong wind. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the falling figure, wanting to jump off the spirit boat without even thinking about it. But he was stopped by Yuan Ping who was also on the spirit boat.

Yuan Ping hugged him tightly from behind, and stopped him with a trembling voice: "There is magma below, Brother Feng! Calm down..."

"Get out!" Feng Qiyin threw people away, he knew, of course he knew that it was magma, he knew that if he fell, he would definitely end up with no bones left!But that's Ji Heng!That's Ji Heng!

How could he be willing to die for Ji Heng?How could Ji Heng die here!

It's all his fault!If it wasn't for his hesitation, if it wasn't for his greed for life and fear of death...how could Ji Heng fall to save him?How could it be... It's all his fault!It's all his fault!

The pain in the heart made people want to take a knife to gouge out the heart from the chest cavity, and the reason was wiped out in an instant, and there was only one voice in my heart that kept shouting: Save Ji Heng!Save Jiheng!Save Jiheng!

He clenched his fists tightly, and the back of his hand had terrible veins protruding from the great pain. He threw himself to the side of the spirit boat tremblingly, only to see Ji Heng falling into the magma below, and the next moment, his whole body was crushed The surging magma engulfed it!

Feng Qiyin suddenly became quiet.

The fiery red magma gurgled like flowing water, and even the sky was reflected in a fiery red.

Such gorgeous colors are reflected in Feng Qiyin's eyes, like a cluster of fire has been ignited in his dark eyes, bright and scorching hot, when people look at it at a glance, they will have the illusion of warmth in a trance.However, the expression on his face was colder than ever.It's like the solid ice buried in the polar region for thousands of years, anyone who wants to touch it will be instantly eroded to the bone by the cold air!

Yuan Ping stood on the spirit boat, looked at Feng Qieyin's motionless back lying on the edge of the boat, and thought of Brother Ji who had just sacrificed to save others, couldn't help crying, but still held back his sadness and wanted to comfort Feng He chanted, "People cannot be resurrected after death, Brother Feng, your condolences...ah!"

Yuan Ping's hand touched Feng Qiyin just now, but it seemed to have touched a solid barrier, and the next moment he screamed and was thrown away. He was about to become the second Ji Heng to fall into the magma.

Yuan Ping looked back at the surging magma below, secretly glad that he was pulled up, but he didn't know that Pei Song who pulled him up was looking at Feng Qiyin in horror.

In Pei Song's perception, the current Feng Qiyin is completely different from just now. If the previous Feng Qiyin was just a slightly stronger ordinary person in his perception, then the current Feng Qiyin is, Has completely become a monk not weaker than him!

how so!Pei Song thought in surprise, he was a mortal a few breaths ago, but suddenly he became a monk!What exactly is going on?

"The wind sings, you...you..."

Hearing his voice, the person who had been lying motionless on the edge of the boat finally moved. He slowly stood up, his movements were as stiff as those of a low-level puppet, and then he turned around little by little.

Pei Song and the others on the spirit boat couldn't help taking a step back, with horror on their faces.

Feng Qiyin was originally handsome and beautiful, and always had a smile on his face, which made people feel good at first sight, but right now, his face is still the same face, but there are dark red lines slowly running from his neck. Climbing up, the pattern seems to be a rare bluegrass, the branches and leaves are stretched, and the tip of the leaf is curved. In the blink of an eye, it occupies the wind and groans half of his face, and finally stops at the corner of his left eye.

When the dark red pattern stays on his left face, this already handsome young man is instantly tinged with a bit of coquettish color, becoming even more breathtaking, a suffocating charm emanating from him Come out, people are fascinated, unable to control themselves.However, his eyes are so cold, so cold that people can ignore his appearance and demeanor, and are startled by the biting chill and the pressure from him to keep retreating.

"What, what's going on?" Pei Song murmured.He could still barely stand, but the ordinary people behind him could no longer help but collapsed to the ground.

"Why didn't you save him?" Feng Qieyin said, his voice was full of uncontrollable despair, he looked at the monk in front of him, and roared hysterically: "Why didn't you save Ji Heng!"

"I..." Pei Song couldn't help but took another step back. The next moment, someone grabbed his neck. He stared at the wind and groaned. The hand holding his neck was so strong that he couldn't break free. !

Pei Song breathed hard and squeezed out a few words, "Feng Qiyin, you... calm down..." However, Feng Qiyin had obviously fallen into a demon at this time, and he was so delirious that he couldn't hear what he said.

At this time, the other mortals on the spirit boat had been frightened and dumbfounded. They huddled in the corner blankly, looking at the wind that suddenly turned into a devil and trembling.

Seeing that he really couldn't break Feng Qiyin's hand, Pei Song had to gather a ball of spiritual power in his palm and pat him on the chest.

However, when he raised his eyes to meet Feng Qiyin's expression, Pei Song couldn't hold on to his palm.

Feng Qie murmured why he didn't save him, his eyes were empty, but tears were streaming down his face.

Emotions can move people, and the emotions of any one person will have an impact on other people, especially if they are so close now.

The irrepressible desperation and sadness leaked from Feng Qiyin's irrational eyes, like a hand tightly grasping Pei Song's heart, making this soft-hearted young monk uncontrollably give birth. Compassionate heart.

How desperate and painful must it be for a person like Feng Qiyin to cry unknowingly in front of everyone?

The mass of spiritual energy gathered in Pei Song's hands suddenly dissipated, allowing the wind to pinch his neck frantically.

Anyway, he was about to build a foundation, as long as his neck was not pinched immediately, even if he was strangled for an hour, he would not die, at most it would be more uncomfortable.

Under such circumstances, he really couldn't bear to hit the opponent again.

Just as he was thinking this, Shi Chongzhi quietly dodged behind Feng Qieyin, and slashed at the back of his neck with a hand knife.