Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 227: Life from a dead end (2000 monthly pass plus more)

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Qin Yi's location is very interesting.

Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, also lacking strength. Qin Yi fell down, hitting her head just right on her leg, anyhow he didn't directly hit the pile of rocks.

His head is comfortable, Meng Qingying snorted, and it hurt very much.

"What is your pig head, so hard!"

Qin Yi moved his eyes, glanced at her, and did not respond.

Actually, I don’t even have the strength to speak, and it’s hard to move my fingers.

Liu Su had told him that he could use the Devil Slayer once to waste him. If he didn't experience it personally, I would know that it would become like this. The whole body meridians and even the dantian were twisted like twists.

Qin Xin Yu Huiyang is still too reluctant, it's not bad to use life to change...It's still the gentle painting of the sister...Unfortunately, that is not a magic weapon. After using these two times, the painting is also useless.

Therefore, it is impossible for a young monk in Fengchu to abuse people everywhere with the treasure of the ancestor's Qianyuan. The gap is too big to control.

It’s not important anymore. After all, the magic weapon is my own. This is just a serious overdraft rather than a backlash injury. If I can rest well, it’s easy to recover.

What is really important is that Meng Qingying's injuries are not so serious that he can't even move his fingers, at least she can speak.

So Meng Qingying can kill him now.

This is not the fascination with Minghe. This witch is the enemy... She has always wanted to kill him. Is this the best opportunity?

The air quieted down for a while.

Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi who was resting on her lap, and said nothing for a while.

Qin Yi didn't speak, and was ready to let Tassels attack his soul suddenly.

Meng Qingying suddenly said: "Why did you desperately save me?"

Qin Yi: "?"

Save Mao, what he wanted was to cooperate with Meng Qingying's sneak attack to kill Guan Ji, God knows she is running for her life!

Meng Qingying said again: "Are you afraid...your colleagues will come down to kill you?"

Qin Yi's throat moved, and after a short break, he could barely speak: "He dare not."

It is better to be afraid of you...

"Well... he dare not. When Ju Yunxiu recalls his spiritual thoughts, he will die miserably, Huiyang chases and kills, the same family will not tolerate, the palace lord is furious, the world is despised... so he will not be at such a good opportunity Dare to show up." Meng Qingying smiled: "But he can let the emperor send someone to kill you, and come here with a team of soldiers, you and I will die at this moment."

Qin Yi stopped talking.

Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to become a reality. The previous ambush and spiritual reversal in the treasure house came from Zheng Yunyi's handwriting. He didn't dare to kill himself, but he could easily kill with a knife.

Meng Qingying whispered: "Actually...I can protect you at this moment. It's worthy of your salvation. From then on, you and I have settled our grievances and we will not owe each other."

With the voice, she has formed a seal on her hand.

Like a kite, the dragon of luck, which had lost control and hung in the sky, suddenly screamed.

She is trying to recall the dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.

There is no need to control the puppets. As long as the dragon is in front of them, no one can move them in the whole team. It is not difficult to drag them to recover part of their combat power.

Originally, Meng Qingying could go by dragon, but this was indeed to protect him and not to owe favors.

But at this moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed drastically, and he spewed a mouthful of blood again, which sprayed Qin Yi's stomach.

Qin Yi asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"Someone is counter-controlling my dragon!" Meng Qingying replied with an air of anger, "Zheng Yunyi attacked me for this!"

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When Guan Ji burst out of the ruins, he saw Zheng Yunyi standing on the undamaged pillar of the high platform at first glance, looking at the sky with his hands held down.

Seeing him come out, Zheng Yunyi "tsk": "The golden core is broken...If no one saves you, you will die. The power of the sixth level of Tengyun is beaten like this by two practices far inferior to you... …Meng Qingying still has injuries, which is unimaginable."

The face of Guanji is like golden paper, and he walked over in an old manner: "Help me."

"How can I help you?"

"I know that your medical divination plan has a medical pill, give me a pill for protecting the yuan..."

"The Pill of Protecting the Yuan can only barely save your life, but cannot restore your practice. It would be good to be able to return to Fengchu..."

"If you survive, you will repay yourself after you return to the temple."

"Then you can thank you now."

Guan Ji hadn't reacted yet, he saw Zheng Yunyi stretch out his hand and grab it, taking Guan Ji into the palm of his hand out of thin air, then waved his hand and threw it directly towards the dragon of luck in the air.

Guan Ji suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and screamed: "Zheng Yunyi, you must die..."

Before speaking, Zheng Yunyi had already thrown out a divine light in his palm, covering the dragon of luck.

The dragon's body shook heavily, and automatically counterattacked. A strange starlight flashed by, and Guan Ji had been divided into fleshy flesh.

"The manifestation of the power of air transport..." Zheng Yunyi whispered to himself: "Sure enough, it is a terrible thing. Even this monk who has reached the Tengyun level can't bear the luck of the monk. It was crushed into this... …"

Yes, what he wanted was the strength of Guan Ji Zengda Tengyun's luck, not the dying body.

From the beginning, his calculation was to hurt both sides.

Tengyun's air luck canceled the first wave of the fiercest backlash, and the subsequent backlash has softened a lot, within his controllable range.

Medical divination astrology, they would have played this set of gas flow. But his usage is different from Meng Qingying's refining Qi Yun as a puppet. He can't control the dragon of Qi Luck, he wants to absorb Qi Luck.

Under normal circumstances, he can't capture the mountain and rivers of a country and cannot absorb it, but right now there is a witch who solidifies it into shape. When will this peach not be picked?

At the beginning, at least half of the battle with Qin Yi was lost to luck. While Zheng Yunyi wanted to kill Qin Yi with a knife, he also realized the importance of luck. These were the two main reasons he came to work.

Zheng Yunyi stretched his five fingers, and there seemed to be some suction in his palm. A little starlight appeared on the virtual dragon, which fell into his palm little by little, and got into his body.

At this time, Meng Qingying's branding call was communicated, and the virtual dragon looked up to the sky and howled, almost breaking away from his absorption. Zheng Yunyi's expression sank, and he threw a tortoise shell to stand in front of Xulong.

The hexagram image: Lishuang, strong ice.

Meng Qingying's call was like hitting an ice wall, and the last bit of thought that had finally condensed was rolled back.

At the same time, the sound of killing came from Qianlongguan, and soldiers and horses entered the view to capture the demon.

Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly, and the game was finished.

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Meng Qingying fell down obliquely like a gossamer, this last backlash of thought power really made her into a desperate situation.

There is poison in the body, and it has not been dissipated, and it has been reluctantly resisted and failed to recover; it was wounded and forced to use a big move that he could not bear, backlashing severely injured; the last point of mental power communication puppet was forcibly cut off Rolling back, this mental injury was more serious than the physical injury, so severe that she almost fainted on the spot, and she just relied on a little bit of perseverance to support her.

There were voices in the distance, soldiers and horses coming, everything seemed like the end.

"Qin Yi, I didn't think I would die with you." Meng Qingying smiled miserably: "Maybe it's because I'm overwhelmed. I shouldn't have gotten the idea of ​​the dragon of luck. Robbery."

Qin Yi said solemnly: "You just gave up? This is not like the Meng Qingying I know."

Meng Qingying whispered: "I have no strength, I can't do it at all."

"What is the situation between you and this dragon?" Qin Yi asked: "It should have been controlled by you, what was the last step?"

"The bridge of bad souls, it is at best my domesticated pet, not a spiritual puppet. I originally wanted to take it away, find a place to cultivate, and practice for a long time to truly become me 'S puppet, it's impossible right now..."

"Bridge of Soul... Can this construction only take a long time?"

"Of course there is a shortcut... If there is a treasure, directly penetrate the netherworld, connect the gods and ghosts, and inspire its true spirit, you can build a bridge of souls and become a true dragon puppet..." Meng Qingying shook her head. : "Don't think about it, Devil May Cry Jade is something you can never find."

Before speaking, I saw Qin Yi draw out a black jade and sent it to her: "Is it this?"

Meng Qingying's eyes widened, and she didn't know where she got her strength, so she suddenly sat up.