Going Against the Heavens

After supporting the soul-seeking lamp to burn for a while, Qing Yuan felt a little dizzy, "This is too energy-consuming."

So she walked with her true essence, and came to a place where the vegetation was particularly lush, where the weeds almost reached Qing Yuan's waist.

The blue-purple smoke kept drifting forward, and there were so many weeds, it was difficult for her to move an inch, not at the speed of the smoke.

The further we walked, the thicker the smoke became.It seems that there is something blocking the front, lingering.

But in Qingyuan's eyes, the front is endless, she can even continue to move forward, but Yan just stays there.

Qingyuan turned off the soul-seeking lamp.Looking around carefully, "There is an enchantment here..." Qing Yuan split the surrounding grass with Yunyin.

Vision became clear, and undissipated smoke lingered in the air.And there are strange black marks below it, forming a pattern.

Qing Yuan touched the black mark, it looked like scorched earth left by something burning here.

"This pattern must be a clue to the enchantment. Let's see if the spiritual consciousness can enter through this." Qing Yuan sat down cross-legged, slowly closed her eyes, circulated the true energy in her body, and then her spiritual consciousness came out of her body.

The grass behind her moved again, and a white hand reached out and brushed the grass away.

A handsome man in black plain clothes walked from there, with a chilling look on his body.

If you look closely, you will find wet blood on his body.

"Hehe, sister met again." Fu Qing stood behind her, showing a hearty smile.

"You are very leisurely..."

Fu Qing frowned, and a dark black sword appeared in his hand. There was a bright red spike on the hilt of this sword, exuding an ominous atmosphere, and said coldly: "Who?!"

The black mist rose, and a black figure appeared.It was the black robe, Fu Qing looked at him vigilantly, narrowed his eyes dangerously, "The black robe..."

The black robe seemed unaware of Fu Qing's hostility, and slowly walked up to Qing Yuan, "Look at the blood on your body and the bloody smell, you must have killed someone just now."

Fu Qing didn't answer, but silently pointed his sword at the black robe.

The black robe touched his chin with his gloved hand, and said thoughtfully, "May I guess who you killed? Hmm...Lishan Sword Sect...Guan Feibai."

Fu Qing snorted coldly, then took the sword back, "What does this have to do with you?"

The black robe said: "You killed the people from the Lishan Sword Sect, even if you pretended to be someone from the Qing family and begged the Holy Queen to sneak into the Zhou Garden, but... are you sure the Holy Queen won't find out about you?"

Fu Qing burst out laughing suddenly, "I thought you were going to say something, I have my own way to solve this kind of thing."

Heipao stretched out his finger and made a no gesture, "Don't you want to get rid of Chen Changsheng? With this opportunity, you can frame Chen Changsheng. I also want to get rid of Chen Changsheng. I can help you."

Fu Qing frowned, sneered, and did not refute the words of the black robe. He looked at Qing Yuan and smiled strangely, "I will help you get rid of all those who hinder you."

After saying that, he disappeared without even looking at the black robe.

He returned to the place where he killed Guan Feibai, facing the corpse with his hand, just about to do something.He suddenly looked behind a certain tree, and said with a smile, "I seem to have found a little mouse peeping."

The clothes of Tiandaoyuan faintly appeared behind the tree.

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These few days may be shorter, because these few days are a bit busy, believe me it will be longer in a few days.

interview column.

This time we are going to interview Qing Yuan's supporting sword: Yun Yin.

Reporter: What do you think of your master?

Yun Yin: ...

Reporter: Ah...forget that you are a sword and cannot speak.

Yun Yin: #%&#**%*& (I am a dignified generation of Excalibur, the master actually uses me to chop grass)

Reporter: Sorry, this column is over.

Yunyin: %&#*%&#.:%#&