Chapter 197: Virtual Fire
The pain was so extreme that it was difficult to even scream.
The color of the translucent flame was very light, and even the heat was somewhat difficult to detect. However, it was this flame that was so ethereal that it was almost dreamy. It came out of Rong Qing's mind strangely, almost setting off a prairie fire, igniting her sea of consciousness. And all her meridians and flesh and blood.
The slender figure in the flames gradually distorted, and occasionally twitched.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die." It was only at this moment that the ancestor of the Yan family finally showed his extremely domineering side.
Yan Wuji is such an arrogant and wanton person, and his ancestors even participated in the original disputes within the world. How can he be a good person to get along with?
In the Forest of Ten Thousand Method Steles, their strength is indeed greatly limited.
However, even if he was restricted, he still got a chance to take action while making every move.
With this move, he could ensure that Rong Qing had no resistance.
And the fact, as seen before the eyes, is exactly like this.
"You have injured Wuji, and you want to take advantage of me... The cultivator from the mother world really doesn't know the heights of the world." The voice of the ancestor of the Yan family became colder, "For this time, even if I am the Yan family, I will I only got one, it’s extremely precious, how can I exchange it?”
Of course, he reserved this precious spot for Yan Wuji. He originally hoped that this Forest of Ten Thousand Techniques Stele would allow Yan Wuji to improve his strength and gain an advantage in the competition for the sequence. Unexpectedly, Rong Qing came out of the sky and not only grabbed the Great Destruction Thunder, but also hurt Yan Wuji's soul. The injuries on the soul are nothing to be careless about.
How could the ancestor of the Yan family endure such a tone.
"It's just a pity. The Forest of Ten Thousand Methods Steles is extremely restrictive, and there are even forest guards. It's because of the existence of forest guards that I can come here..." He thought to himself, knowing that he could no longer stay, otherwise, not only his The end would be extremely tragic, even the Yan family might be expelled from the Xuanfeng world forever.
He used the last of his strength to channel the temporarily restrained Eternal Thunder into Yan Wuji's soul.
"Ancestor, I told you that I don't need your help. If you lose, you lose." Yan Wuji, who had just woken up and sensed the presence of his ancestor's spiritual consciousness, roared immediately.
"Humph, you don't need my help?" The ancestor of the Yan family also became angry, "You are so arrogant that you don't even bring the treasures to protect your soul. If I don't leave a spiritual consciousness on your soul, I won't help you. , you are so dead now that there is no scum left.”
Yan Wuji naturally saw Rong Qing falling into the flames, so he remained silent.
"Xiao Cui'er, I'll leave this child to you, Wuji." The voice of the ancestor of the Yan family became much more ethereal. Obviously, his mind and consciousness began to gradually separate from the Forest of Ten Thousand Dharma Steles.
"Ancestor, please rest assured." Liu Qiancui suppressed her displeasure and bowed.
"Haha, you are my future grandson-in-law, I have no reason to be worried." The words gradually faded away, and the ancestor of the Yan family completely left his mind.
Liu Qiancui straightened up and sighed almost inaudibly.
He raised his hand and struck at the giant bell. The giant bell quickly shrank, merged into the physical body, and finally floated in the sea of consciousness.
Inside the giant bell, Yan Wuji's soul was still weak, but at least his consciousness was awake. The eternal thunder circled around the soul.
Before leaving, the ancestor of the Yan family still suppressed the eternal thunder. Otherwise, Yan Wuji might not be able to bear the power of the thunder at this moment.
"Brother Yan. You need to rest first and subdue the eternal thunder." Liu Qiancui's gentle voice echoed in the sea of consciousness.
Yan Wuji was not as arrogant as before. Instead, he very silently began to refine the eternal thunder.
Unable to hold back, he asked, "Is that female cultivator from the Mother Realm dead?"
Liu Qiancui did not answer.
…
Rong Qing is not dead yet.
However, it's soon.
Liu Qiancui saw the trembling figure in the flames, and her struggle became weaker and weaker. In the end, he was almost lying on the ground. "This is a virtual fire, which starts from the mind. When the virtual fire is ignited, it is very common that the mind has been burned out but the physical body has not been much damaged."
Rong Qing is still struggling, which shows that her mind has not been completely burned out.
A pale golden light shimmered in her body. It's just that this light seems to be powerless against this mental injury.
This blow from the ancestor of the Yan family really hurt Rong Qing's origins. The sun's rays can be blocked, but the sun itself is not. But now the sun itself has been severely damaged, its light and heat are gradually cooling, and it is about to fall into complete death.
Liu Qiancui felt a pity in her heart when she looked at Rong Qing, who was lying on the ground motionless.
"I told you to leave quickly. I really didn't mean anything bad."
"Based on the temperament and past deeds of the ancestor of the Yan family, the probability that he will compromise is almost zero."
"If you had listened to me, you would have left early. He has no way of finding you."
"But you don't..."
Liu Qiancui shook her head.
Seeing Yan Wuji, who had always been dismissive of her, in the sea of consciousness, now "obediently" sinking his mind to refine the eternal thunder, Liu Qiancui only felt that the world was unpredictable, but it was really wonderful.
"Lu Ziming was forced by you to still use the body of a female cultivator. I didn't expect that you would follow in his footsteps and have to stay in this body."
Moreover, Yan Wuji was forced to come here by the cultivator from his mother realm that he despised the most. He must be feeling aggrieved.
Thinking that Yan Wuji felt aggrieved, Liu Qiancui became unkindly happy.
Liu Qiancui just stayed by Rong Qing's side and did not leave. She had to make sure that Rong Qing was really dead before she could leave. This was the most basic vigilance of a monk.
Suddenly, she raised her head and stared straight at a strange boy walking slowly in the distance.
The young man is dressed in a snow suit, has a slender figure, a beautiful face, and is extremely beautiful.
On the one hand, there was a strong sense of vigilance, but on the other hand, he was shocked by his appearance.
There is no shortage of beauties in the world of cultivation, especially after a monk refines himself to perfection, his appearance will naturally develop towards the peak of his facial features. But everyone's facial features are different, and there are limits to the peak.
There are too few beauties who can truly surpass this limit.
And the young man in front of Liu Qiancui was obviously one of them.
Liu Qiancui bowed and saluted cautiously, "I am Qiancui of the Liu family in Xuanfeng Realm. Do you dare to ask me your name?"
She had to be careful. The beauty is just one aspect. What frightens Liu Qiancui the most is that she can't see through the young man opposite him.
It's not cultivation, it's not breath. Rather, her instincts were challenged. She couldn't judge the young man's intentions, good or evil.
The young man turned a blind eye to Liu Qiancui, who was bowing and saluting, and naturally he would not answer her questions.
The young man's footsteps stopped beside Rong Qing. He bent his knees and half-crouched, and when he saw the illusory flames, he just raised his hand and waved it.
But Liu Qiancui was horrified to find that the virtual fire was easily brushed away like a spider's thread, leaving no trace at all.
The young man leaned over, half-hugged Rong Qing in his arms, and called softly, "Uncle."
(End of chapter)