Chapter 74: Gaoyang

Sister Xing Zhi's heart shrank. It was not an instinctive reaction to danger, but because she could still think at this moment, and her brain made a preliminary judgment—He is here!

Bastard Xu Weizhou, not a single warning!

Sister Xing Zhi pinched the formula and turned around, 【Water Autumn Lotus】 locking and binding backward, and at the same time, several faint white silks appeared in the courtyard, as thin as gauze, as sharp as ice.

It was also 【Water Wave Cold Smoke】 from the Autumn Water chapter of "Autumn Water Jade Dragon Classic."

The cooperation between these two techniques, one for control and one for attack, was naturally perfect, and the key was that the caster could release both simultaneously in sudden shock.

If they saw this scene, the saying in the Immortal Platform that "Master Xing, although burdened with chores, will still step into the Mystic Gate before the age of thirty" would no longer be sneered at.

However, although 【Water Autumn Lotus】 was as tough as a spider web, what it faced at this moment was not an insect of similar size, but an eagle owl.

Thousands of threads were broken without any resistance. When Sister Xing Zhi turned her head, that tall and ferocious body had already filled her field of vision.

She drew the short sword from her waist, but a white shadow met it before her.

As if a white rainbow shot out from the room door, the door panel was thrown against the wall with a "bang."

Sister Xing Zhi only felt a blur before her eyes, and the white energy instantly took away that huge black shadow full of pressure. The echoing sword energy cleared everything, including those autumn lotus and cold smoke.

When Sister Xing Zhi's vision captured both sides again, she only saw Ming Qitian standing in the courtyard looking down, while under her feet, a human-shaped monster was nailed to the ground, and the sword energy like broken feathers and clouds in the courtyard was slowly dissipating.

At this time, Sister Xing Zhi's clothes and hair, which were blown by the strong wind, slowly fell.

'So, so strong!'

Sister Xing Zhi had only watched from afar in the forest last night. This was the first time she had seen the person draw her sword.

Cultivation had always been a tool for Sister Xing Zhi. She had never regarded techniques as a lifelong pursuit, and she had no enthusiasm for martial arts. But at this moment, she really regretted that she turned her head too slowly, so she didn't see the full picture of this sword.

But when her gaze moved to the dragon-human body, a thought popped up.

'However, how could the Immortal Lord be so weak?'

She walked over to check.

It was not the Immortal Lord.

The Immortal Lord was currently using the Qiongqi's body. Although He could change His appearance, this was just a powerful Frost Ghost... although it was a bit too powerful.

Could this be a "scout" scattered into the city by Him? A fish that slipped through the net not detected by the Black Dragon? But why didn't the Black Dragon...

A guess rose in her heart, hitting Sister Xing Zhi's brain. The woman suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

No wonder it was so powerful.

Ming Qitian moved, and her heart suddenly felt empty. She screamed: "No!!"

Ming Qitian didn't intend to kill it. At this moment, she looked down at her wrist that was tightly pulled, and asked in a low voice: "Is it... Zhu Gaoyang?"

This name shattered Sister Xing Zhi's last layer of defense. The strength she had maintained while busy with this bad news for a day collapsed at the first touch before such a cruel scene.

Only when "Zhu Gaoyang is dead" was no longer a light sentence in someone else's mouth, but such a cruel scene, did she discover that she was not as strong as she thought.

Sister Xing Zhi felt her legs lose strength. She reached out and gripped the branch of the pear tree next to her to support herself: "Can... can you, don't kill him first, maybe..."

Sister Xing Zhi choked and couldn't speak. She didn't expect that her voice would sound so weak one day.

There was no "maybe."

Having dealt with magical artifacts for many years, she clearly knew with sufficient knowledge that this degree and this range of destruction would not have any chance of repair.

Because it was not "recovery," but re-creation, or even reversing time.

And the brain being eroded was even more hopeless.

When those deeply eroded by magical artifacts came to her for help, she had many times coldly said "give up" to those pale faces. Now that it was her turn, she couldn't say it no matter what.

There was no hope. Leaving him here would only add trouble to everyone.

"Still..." she said with difficulty.

"Okay." She heard Ming Qitian's clear, peaceful voice and turned her head in astonishment.

"I didn't intend to kill him anyway." Ming Qitian said, "Glaze says, his Mind-Spirit Realm still exists."

Sister Xing Zhi stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Having a Mind-Spirit Realm meant his consciousness was still there. After cleaning and repairing the Mind-Spirit Realm, that Zhu Gaoyang still had the possibility of waking up!

She looked at this still twisted and ugly body, unable to find any original appearance of the man in it no matter what.

"Then... what should we do?" This question was very familiar to Sister Xing Zhi, only as the backbone of the team, she was familiar with it from her ears, not her mouth.

But at this moment, her brain was truly a mess.

"Give me a sword, any one will do." Ming Qitian said, "I can lock him here temporarily."

Someone immediately took a sword over. Ming Qitian crossed the long sword, True Qi slowly injected into the sword body, and then she lowered the sword, piercing this sword through Zhu Gaoyang's body into the ground to the hilt.

The True Qi carried within it instantly occupied this ferocious body. It shuddered and stood still, only trembling slightly.

"Okay, don't pull this sword out."

Sister Xing Zhi nodded repeatedly.

She tried hard to restrain the emotions that were exploding, organizing her chaotic thoughts.

According to the Black Dragon, Zhu Gaoyang also came to find that thing, and he was also heading straight for the county office, or rather, straight for Ming Qitian.

The previous doubts shifted toward the "yes" direction. Could it be that the person the Immortal Lord wanted to find was really Ming Qitian?

At this time, Chang Zhiyuan brought two people into the backyard. Sister Xing Zhi looked up, just about to explain the situation to him, but saw him wave his hand lightly and enter the room Ming Qitian had just left.

"Brother Yue." Chang Zhiyuan walked into the room, came to the old man's side, leaned down and whispered, "I have prepared a carriage at the door. It is a bit dangerous here, please take refuge for a while."

"Isn't this already the safest place in Fenghuai?" the old man said hoarsely.

"It is... but, now the entire Fenghuai is not very safe." Chang Zhiyuan gave a bitter smile, and then said, "Little Ye is the hero of Fenghuai, and you are Little Ye's elder. I want to ensure your safety as much as possible."

He continued: "Little Ye went to the North Bridgehead. You can just take him along on the way. Otherwise, staying here is useless."

This was perhaps one of the few selfish acts Chang Zhiyuan had made in his more than ten years of service. He really liked that bright and resilient youth, seeing him as if the spring sun was shining on his old body.

However, the old man on the wheelchair shook his head: "Thank you, but no need. When Little Ye comes back, let him decide." ===== CHAPTER 75 =====

However, the old man in the wheelchair shook his head: "Thank you, but there's no need. When Little Ye returns, let him decide."