[A Chinese Ghost Story] The Demon Lord is on top

Seeing Zhuge Liuyun's abnormal state, no one knew what happened in the forest, Xuanxin Zhengzong and Yinyue Dynasty were afraid of each other, so they ordered to retreat five miles in different directions at the same time before making plans.

That night, Qimo asked for a tent alone, and asked Yixi, who had just appeared, "Is there any special constitution that can resist the demonic energy of the Yinshi Youquan?"

He had seen the power of demonic energy on the road, even Qiye and Jin Guang couldn't fight against the demonic energy simply with their bodies, but he was not injured after actually touching it. Qimo always felt that this was a bit unusual, He didn't dare to talk about Qiye lightly, and only Yixi knew his true identity here.

"The devilish energy of Yinshiyouquan?" Yixi frowned slightly, "Yinshiyouquan is the place where the world's evil spirits gather, and the devilishness contained in its devilish energy is extraordinary. As far as I know, there are still No one or a demon can easily touch it without damage. Could it be you?"

Qimo nodded lightly, "Maybe... because I don't belong to this world."

"Oh... Maybe." Yi Xi's eyes were somewhat meaningful, "But I don't think it's the reason, it must be related to your ability to enter dreams, maybe... this is also the key to unraveling those mysteries."

Yixi early felt that the mystery of Qimo's body was not only the reason why he was another world, but more importantly...he had vague guesses, but it was difficult to say without evidence.

Qimo was silent for a long time, and his usually cloudy eyes seemed unfathomable. Just as he was deep in thought, the fire outside the tent suddenly flickered violently, and there were many voices. Listening carefully, it turned out that Jing Wuyuan was chasing after him day and night. Come here, for the poison that Xiaoqian was poisoned, and also for the catastrophe of the Underworld and Youquan.

He rushed to the tent where Xiaoqian was, and sure enough, Qiye and Jing Wuyuan were both there. When he saw Qimo, Qiye said unexpectedly, "Qimo, why aren't you sleeping?"

"I don't feel sleepy." Qimo said lightly, seeing Jing Wuyuan's brows were tightly frowned, and said, "Mr. Jing, can you do something about this poison?"

"There is a solution." Jing Wuyuan stroked his short beard, "It's just that most of the things I need are in the palace, and I can't make an antidote for a while, but now that the underworld is about to erupt, it is even more impossible to do so. And rush back to the Demon Palace."

Xiaoqian can't die.This was well understood by all three present, and it was precisely because of this that they were caught in a dilemma.

After thinking for a moment, Qimo suddenly walked to the bed, bent down and spit out a bead that glowed with white light. As soon as the bead left her mouth, it went straight into Xiaoqian's body. Most of the speed visible to the naked eye disappeared, and then the beads left slowly and returned to Qimo's body.

Qiye was shocked, knowing that Qimo was using his life pill to divide the poison for Xiaoqian. He originally wanted to use this method, but he didn't expect Qimo to be one step ahead.

In fact, according to Qimo's original intention, he is not so generous and kind, but as early as a few years ago, he discovered that his inner alchemy is different from ordinary monsters. You can survive without the inner alchemy, but the demon power will be weakened. This was only discovered by reminding him overnight, and of course he didn't tell others.

Qimo is so different from other monsters in this point, if it gets out, he will definitely be questioned.

Therefore, facing Qiye's displeasure, Qimo just raised his eyebrows slightly, and said casually: "You are a sage, if you are injured, how can you lead the Yinyue Dynasty to fight against Yinshi Youquan and Xuanxin Zhengzong? Anyway, I am fine now, just sharing Just some poison."

He looked at Jing Wuyuan, but found that there was a little relief in the other's eyes, which made Qimo feel a little inexplicable.

Qiye has never been ruthless to really blame Qimo, and after his excuses, he can only acquiesce in this approach, but he still can't help but raise his hand and press Qimo's head into his arms and rub it hard, with a tone of voice Not very good: "Does Qimo have no confidence in me? If this kind of thing has to be solved by sacrificing his younger brother, then what face do I have to continue to be a holy king?"

Qimo poked her mouth slightly, dissatisfied with the way the other party treats her like a child, so she cast a small spell to get out of her arms, and then poked Qiye's waist fiercely, "Don't touch your head again."

Looking at the back of Qimo leaving pretending to be chic, Qiye couldn't help but laugh.

Doesn't Qimo of his family know that a man's head and waist are not to be touched casually?

Thinking of Qimo's sacrifice for this in a blink of an eye, Qiye imagined a series of Qimo alone, pale and enduring the burning pain of inner erysipelas, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and his eyes complicated.

After going out for a trip, Qiye felt that Qimo seemed to be alienated from him suddenly. It turned out that they always slept together, but now Qimo always wanted a separate tent. This always made him feel a little disappointed and faint. melancholy.

On the other side, Qimo returned to her tent again, and finally decided to explore the forest alone at night when most of the people were asleep.

After waiting for about an hour, Qimo specially changed into a dark blue robe, only with auspicious cloud patterns on the cuffs of the front, the style is simple, and it is easy to be covered by the night.

Dodging the patrolling squad of demon soldiers, Qimo came to the outskirts of the forest barrier. Under the white moonlight, the naked eyes could see the purple magic energy impacting the barrier, and every time the traces left were shocking, he paused. It was determined to reach out——

"Qimo!" A familiar voice sounded.

Qimo turned her head abruptly, and the one standing with her hands behind her back under the bright moonlight was Jing Wuyuan who was quietly watching him.

"Teacher Jing?" Qi Mo was a little surprised, but Jing had no chance...everyday he called him "Young Master".

"Are you really going into this forest?" Jing Wuyuan had a strange look on his face, Qimo didn't know how to describe it, he seemed to want to stop it but also seemed to expect it.

"En." Qimo nodded, expressing his determination.

After a while of silence, Jing Wuyuan suddenly sighed, "You should also know something special about yourself."

"Teacher...what do you mean?"

"If you take this step, some things will change. If so, do you still want to go?" Jing Wuyuan answered irrelevantly.

In fact, Qimo was the most impatient to talk to this kind of mysterious person, so he was a little casual and perfunctory, "Mr. Jing, although I don't have much curiosity, I still have it. You should understand it."

Jing Wuyuan smiled slightly, as if finally heaving a sigh of relief, "You go...the tears of the blue devil are on your body?"

"Yes." Qimo took out the bead from her bosom.

"Then...you go." Jing Wuyuan turned his back and said nothing more.

Qimo felt that he was baffled, but he didn't want to attract the attention of the patrol soldiers, so he stepped into the barrier without looking back, and disappeared in an instant.

Only then did Jing Wuyuan turn around, looking at the direction Qimo left, his eyes flickering indistinctly.