Qu Qingmian's consciousness was being swallowed up little by little. Before she could tell her that her thoughts had secrets, she finally revealed it completely.

After being reborn, he hated her, and hated her to the core.

However, before hating her, she had first met in her previous life, she raised her sleeves to wipe the blood from his face. The moment she looked at each other, he had engraved her firmly in her eyes.

His mind was always pulled by her every move. After being reborn, he wanted to kill her countless times, but he deceived himself countless times to make excuses to delay.

He was pushed down from the Black Abyss Cliff, experienced the despair of seeing the light and being completely destroyed, what might he do? He still likes it.

It is hard to control one's own love. During the conflicts, all the hatred is gradually worn away, leaving only the gushing love like magma.

The black demonic energy surged out and gathered behind the boy, and suddenly stretched and spread out like a pair of black wings, protecting the person in his arms until it was airtight.

The circling gale was extremely powerful, like a fierce beast roaring under the abyss to tear apart everything. Few monks could still face it with ease. However, the gale that was still fierce just now touched the black demonic energy, but it disappeared in an instant.

He flew up the cliff with the man in his arms.

After expressing his feelings that day, Sang Li fantasized about many scenes in which he poured out his emotions.

She thought that a person who is as dull and cold as Xiaomian might have to jump out with a few simple words, and she needs to coax and ask and ask before she can hear the answer she wants.

However, Sang Li, who was caught off guard and had no beautiful thoughts in the desperate situation, heard his confession.

He said Lili, I love you.

Sang Li was not at all happy, but instead suddenly felt as if she was hit by a lightning, her mind was blank, and she was circling with the words "You pushed me down from the Black Abyss Cliff in the last life."

She felt as if she had lost her soul, her limbs were cold and she could not recover.

Jiang Xuanyi stood by the cliff, looking at the gray wind.

He never expected that the young man would rather jump down than go with him.

Why exactly?

Although he kept chasing all the way, he was afraid of missing out on the opportunity again, but he did not reveal his purpose and communicated with him. Even the young man suddenly killed a disciple, he even acted unconcerned. Why did this happen?

Jiang Xuanyi was so unresolved that he was unwilling to do so, and stared at him so much that his hands were clenched into fists.

"What is that?" Suddenly, seeing a ball of black air suddenly rising into the air, Jiang Xuanyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he took a few steps back in surprise.

Qin Cangming was invisible in the virtual space and slapped his thighs straight, "Why can't you think so much and become possessed by the devil? What a pity!"

He yanked off several beards with heartache.

Jiang Muyu stood there like a wooden stake, looking at his hand that he wanted to pull but couldn't hold it, his eyes empty.

Suddenly he raised his head as if he was feeling something, a ball of black air shrouded in the sky like a cloud, and his numb expression returned to a hint of spirit.

Everyone looked up.

The black demonic energy lingered and moved, and suddenly turned into a rain of arrows, covering the sky and attacking Jiang Xuanyi.

Jiang Xuanyi did not dare to hold back, and with all his strength, his sword light shone brightly, sweeping across the world.

The strong collision caused the violent hurricane to sweep sand and stones in the sky, quickly forming a vortex, roaring like thunder in the center.

The disciples were forced to retreat step by step, unable to even open their eyes. In a state of horror, they saw a man walking against the wind holding a sword.

It was the accomplice who stopped them in the fishing village at first and asked the two to run away. It seemed that Uncle Jiang knew his father.

"Hey, we can't even hold on. You, an ordinary person with no spiritual power, come over and die!"

Jiang Muyu ignored him and just tried to get closer to the center of the storm with difficulty.

When I saw the little fairy jumping off the cliff without hesitation, my heart seemed to be empty. At this moment, I finally rekindled hope. Maybe Qu Qingmian and the little fairy were in the black gas. He wanted to see with his own eyes and confirm it.

He no longer thinks about two years, and the two people who are in desperate situations are inseparable. What will he fight for?

Now he only hopes that the little fairy will live well, which is better than anything else.

The disciple who gave a message to remind him saw that he ignored him, suddenly unsheathed the spirit sword in his hand and pointed it over, "Stop!"

They can be said to be inexplicable along the way. I don’t know why Uncle Jiang chased a young man, and I don’t know why Bai Qi was killed was also underestimated.

Such uncle Jiang and such a Jedi make them uneasy and afraid.

Jiang Muyu turned around and looked at the spiritual sword pointing directly at the heart. The person who always smiled and had a numb and cold feeling, was always active and talkative, but at this moment he was silent.

The monk regarded his attitude as a provocation and immediately became even more angry, "Don't think that your father knew Mr. Jiang, I wouldn't dare to do anything to you!"

Boom

The black demonic energy in the center of the storm suddenly became even worse, and it was crushing and completely submerged the sword energy that was made by the white light. In an instant, the earth shook and the invisible air waves crushed, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to sink.

The few people caught off guard swayed left and right and almost fell down. The monk holding the sword immediately mobilized his spiritual power, but the sword force suddenly stopped. When he stabilized his body, he found that the sword in his hand pierced the chest of the man in front of him.

He immediately panicked, "I, I didn't mean it."

The sound of the sword breaking through the flesh and blood seemed to be clear in his ears. Jiang Muyu blinked, but he didn't feel the pain. The blood spread in front of his snow-white collar, bright red.

He tried hard to look back, but he still wanted to take a look, and finally glance at her, was he back from the bottom of the cliff?

He took two steps forward, his eyes turned black and he fell down.

The wasteland was cold and hard, Jiang Muyu lay there, hiding in front of him, wearing it, and the less beautiful four-cornered starfish slid out.

He tried hard to turn his eyes to look into the center of the storm, and a dazzling light like the moon tear apart the black air. As soon as Jiang Xuanyi's embarrassed figure appeared, he was completely swallowed by the surging black air.

The light in Jiang Muyu's eyes was a little dim, but he still couldn't look at the little fairy in his heart again as he wished.

Jiang Xuanyi knelt on the ground with his sword, and wanted to speak, but he first spit out a mouthful of blood and said with a ferocious and hatred, "I have handed out the news and died in your hands. You can't escape the pursuit of Xuantian Sect!"

He suddenly raised his head and laughed, "No, it's not just Xuantian Sect, but the entire cultivation world who is willing to fall like you will unite and eliminate you quickly!"

Jiang Xuanyi was both regretful and angry, and he just wanted him to die!

The young man standing in the air had a flying hair, his eyes were numb and unkind, and his mind had lost his mind. The strong murderous intent around him was cold, and the surging black demon energy condensed into hundreds of vines, which suddenly stabbed Jiang Xuanyi, who was unable to move, and strung the person into a hedgehog.

Sang Li kept lying in his arms. The terrifying black gas was as if she was following some instructions, carefully avoiding her, for fear of hurting her.

Trying to endure the soreness in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and gently touched the boy's cold face, "Xiaomian, no matter what you become, I will follow you."

As soon as I opened my mouth, tears that I tried hard to suppress could not help but flow out.

Her mood was very complicated, guilty, self-blame, shocked, moved and sad.

Knowing that Xiaomian was reborn, Sang Li couldn't imagine what kind of mood he had lived with her for so many years.

At first she thought he was a little awkward, and she always had some inexplicable emotions. Now, she never knew what kind of torment he was experiencing.

"Why are you like a fool?" Her tears fell even more fiercely.

How much do you like to face the person who killed you, and still treat her sincerely.

This love that was far beyond her imagination instantly filled her heart and her nose couldn't help but feel sore. However, before she could continue crying, the young man was in a very fast shape and dragged the black demonic energy to the several monks standing in the open space.

He seemed to want to kill all living things that he could see, and he would do whatever he wanted.

Sang Li climbed his neck tightly, trying to stop it, but suddenly saw Jiang Muyu, who was already lifeless in a pool of blood.

Breathing stagnates with the words rolling to the throat.

The person who loves to laugh and often likes to bicker with her the most, with his eyes open, didn't know when...

Sang Li raised his eyes angrily and looked at the monks who were full of fear and had been forced to escape by the black demonic aura. "You immortal sect claim to be justice, but even ordinary people don't let them go?"

Now she just wanted to pick up a sword and cut them all.

"Enough, don't commit murder in vain." Qin Cangming walked out of the void helplessly and heartbrokenly. Looking at the young man who was already possessed by the devil, he looked regretful.

At the critical moment, he shouldn't be distracted, but it's useless to regret it now. No matter how good the physique is, he will have no chance of cultivating immortals once he becomes a demon.

His eyes turned to Sang Li. Fortunately, there was a good seedling. Qin Cangming was thinking about how to recruit this beautiful and gentle girl to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. However, the young man was unexpectedly ruthless. Not only did he strangle several monks like harvesting wheat, he also attacked him without any difference to take his life.

Qin Cangming was not panicked, and quickly pinched his hands and sacrificed the Yueling Immortal Scout - a real ancient immortal weapon.

The rope as thick as a forearm faces the manic and powerful black demonic aura, and looks like nothing, easily tied up the demonic young man.

Sang Li felt a lighter all over her body. She was pushed and pulled by a spiritual force and separated from Xiaomian. She stood in front of a man who looked in his early forties and had a very sloppy appearance.

When did this person appear?

Sang Li was filled with a bell in his heart, "You want to catch him, too?"

Xiaomian had returned the demonic energy to her before, and she quietly condensed the demonic power.

Seeing her defense, Qin Cangming quickly explained, "I am not the same as those monks. Girls, do you want to cultivate immortals? I can accept you as a disciple. I am very powerful."

Sang Li didn't trust him. While being on guard, he leaned against Xiaomian, "You can let him go first."

Qin Cangming was a little embarrassed and frowned, "He has become a demon. If he doesn't clean up, he will only slaughter and cause trouble in the world--"

Before he could finish speaking, Sang Li was so angry that she interrupted, "Cleaning up? Don't think about it!"

She tried to untie the rope on the boy's body, but it was fruitless. Perhaps it was because of the demon essence in her body. When she touched it, she felt like she had touched a soldering iron. In the severe pain, her palm was burned with blood blisters.

"If you don't want to, I can't force you to accept you as a disciple," Qin Cangming saw that she was still doing useless work, and he held Xiansuo tightly and refused to let go. The blood in his palm had already dripped down his fingers, so he could only use a trick to take back Yue Ling Xiansuo. "A person who has been possessed has no mind and does not distinguish between friends and enemies, and it is not safe for you to be by his side."

Qin Cangming persuaded, "Besides, your situation is quite special, only Lingnan Immortal Palace can teach you how to practice."

The people in the cultivation world are not very capable, and it is extremely extreme to eliminate dissidents. An alien who is a human race but gathers demons to practice will also be targeted.

Seeing that people didn't even look at him, Qin Cangming thought that this girl probably didn't know what kind of existence Lingnan Fairy Mansion was. She cleared her throat and straightened her back to introduce it in detail so that she was shocked. However, before she could speak, he pulled off a few points of his beard again, and was shocked.
To be continued...