The hero of the female supporting role in fast time travel is highly poisonous

Even Yang Bingling's own body was persuading Yang Bingling: "Sleep, sleep, if you fall asleep, you won't be sad or painful, and you will be free."

Yang Bingling couldn't struggle with her own body no matter what, but the non-stop crying of the baby grabbed Yang Bingling's active senses, and gradually a male voice came: "Okay, the time is up, if you delay it, it will be too late." It will be too late." The coaxing and comforting voice is what Yang Bingling hates the most.

Huang Li held a knife in his hand and pressed Wen Xin's eyebrows. Such an ancient resurrection curse tree was extremely evil. Qing Wen stared at Huang Gao's movements under the altar, and rushed to the altar with all his strength, regardless of the burning of his chest. With the last of his strength, he used Qingwen's most proud skill, the Nether Wind Blade.

Huang Li looked at Qing Wen who was rushing up, the disdain on the corners of his mouth was so obvious, but with a light push, Qing Wen who had been rushing forward just now was firmly pressed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, Huang Li yelled in his heart that it was not good, but it was too late. Huang Li could barely retract his arm, and the sharp knife in his hand was cut in half by You Feng Blade, even the altar had a long wind blade incision.

Huang Li looked at the sharp knife that was broken into two halves, her pair of peach blossom eyes could shoot out fire, and she held Wen Xin in her hand to ignore the baby girl's struggle, as if she was going to crush Wen Xin to death like this.

Qingwen was in a hurry, and the reason why he shot the last wind blade desperately was because Qingwen knew that the knife was Huangli's most important thing, and only by cutting open Wenxin's body with that knife could Wenxin's physique be preserved intact Come down, if you lose that knife, Huangli will lose everything, and the woman on the high platform will never have a chance to be resurrected.

Qingwen thought that the angry Huangli would rush down to kill him, but Huangli actually attacked Wenxin. Qingwen's life signs were rapidly disappearing. At this moment, Qingwen seemed to see a ray of light flashing in front of his eyes. Passing away, Qingwen only felt that as soon as his hand sank, there was a soft and cute little thing in his arms.

Dozens of men and women stood in front of him, the leader was the old man who gave him the Underworld Cauldron.The old man said vigorously, "Please return the Linglong ring, the sacred object of our clan, and I can leave you a whole corpse."

People are old but their tone is not restrained at all, even more so for Huangli standing on the altar, panic flashed in Huangli's eyes, squatting down in front of everyone to pick up the silver knife on the ground. "Everyone who comes here today is a guest, if it is easy to say, I will treat each other with courtesy, if you are here to spoil my good things... don't blame me for being rude."

There was blood on Wen Xin's forehead on the tip of the knife, and Huang Li rolled it into his mouth, looking full of enjoyment: "Give me that child, and I will return the Linglong Ring to you, otherwise you will search all over the world, Don't even think about seeing that broken ring, yo, don't move, why are you planning to bully more people than others?
The old man stopped his disciples from swarming up to kill Huangli, and said with a smile: "Prince Huangli has misunderstood, bullying the few with more has never been our style, Yiming, you have a discussion with Prince Huangli, look at your The effect of facing the wall and thinking about it for several years." The smile is as warm as the warm sun at the end of autumn, and the person who shines it warms the heart, but the words that are spoken are not.

A person dressed like a disciple in the crowd immediately stood up. Although he was suppressing his eyes and mood not to look at Yang Bingling on the high platform, his eyes secretly looked at Yang Bingling uncontrollably. Ten old acquaintances, I don’t know if my old friend has made any progress recently, if he is still the kid who only knows how to play with scrolls before, I advise this old friend not to interfere, so as not to embarrass your sect.”

The impetuousness of Qiu Yiming's little boy has faded away, but his arrogance has become more and more obvious: "Coincidentally, I am still the same as before. I am just a kid who can play with scrolls. I am not as good as Brother Huangli. I have started playing now." It killed me." The smile on the old man's face deepened a bit, for Qiu Yiming, the old man had always been conniving.

"You begged me to come this time, and I will give you this chance. If you don't return the person you want to save, then we will just take the Linglong ring and go back." It's like watching a game, especially for the lives of Yang Bingling's family of three.

Qiu Yiming stood on the armrest without talking too much, and slowly closed his eyes. This action completely angered Huangli. As a person who has been consistent for a long time, such contempt almost drowned all of Huangli's rationality. Qiu Yiming seemed to feel It is less than general: "Brother Huangli, please enlighten me."

Please enlighten me on these three words. I really couldn’t hear it from Qiu Yiming’s mouth in the past. After Qiu Yiming faced the wall, he was beaten by the old man. The old man hoped that Qiu Yiming would become as respected as his father. The chivalrous man, but this favored son of heaven, whom everyone is optimistic about, has grown into a gangster who is his father's enemy.

How could the old man be willing, Qiu Yiming suffered a lot for this, and finally became what the old man wanted in his heart, neither rush nor rush nor slow, everything is relaxed and planned, this is how many people think The perfect image, in Qiu Yiming's original words: "I have become the envy of others. No one has ever asked me if I like the sameness."

Besides, now Huangli is repeating his old trick again, Huangli seems to be used to such a tried-and-tested move. The moment the water polo is shot, the longbow is full, which is the arrow shot by Qingwen just now. The elders around him frowned, they had already pinched the barrier in their hands inadvertently, and if anything happened, they must protect Qiu Yiming's safety.

Before the water polo landed on Qiu Yiming, Huangli's arrow had already been fired, and everyone saw the thing that was coming towards Qiu Yiming one after another, and disappeared in front of Qiu Yiming. Strangely, even the old man couldn't help frowning, and then Huang Li stood still on the spot with dull eyes.

Everyone knew that, because Qiu Yiming didn't even move a finger. If this could cure Huang Li who almost killed Ejiao, then this Huang Li was too vulnerable. Everyone guessed that it was Qiu Yiming. Yiming used the scroll to describe the environment and trapped Huangli, but no one saw Qiu Yiming touch the scroll.

Qiu Yiming was still standing on the armrests with his eyes closed, without even lifting his eyelids. Huangli had already stood there for nearly 5 minutes. In such a situation, if Qiu Yiming planned to take Huangli's life, it could almost be said that easy.

Huangli stood there like a fool. Everyone felt that Qiu Yiming had won this match, and it was easy and effortless. Only Qiu Yiming knew his real situation now, and said that Huangli couldn't move, and he couldn't move. It's just that he can't move, and Qiu Yiming is almost trying to endure it now, not to mention moving, even standing is a bit difficult, if the scroll can be pulled casually and its power can be exerted, then all the people in the world will go After learning the scroll, what else can I practice.

The more powerful the formation recorded in the scroll, the more powerful the formation, and such a powerful formation requires a lot of spiritual blessing from the formation master, as well as extremely strong mental control, it is definitely not just a matter of simply pulling the scroll.

Qiu Yiming had indeed opened a scroll, and he had opened it quietly since he first entered here. Qiu Yiming understood what the old man meant. When Qiu Yiming wanted to save Yang Bingling and used the scroll when he came in, he would call Qiu Yiming to fight.

Qiu Yiming's performance directly affects the mood of the old man, and the mood of the old man directly affects the result of Qiu Yiming's hard-working rescue operation. It is precisely because Qiu Yiming understands that he works harder to rescue Yang Bingling. There is no room for loss, Qiu Yiming is at his limit now, just imagine how terrifying Qiu Yiming would be if this was a team battle.

Qiu Yiming looked at the old man as if asking for help, he really couldn't hold on anymore, the old man turned his head and turned a blind eye: "Can't hold on anymore?"

Qiu Yihao withdrew his pitiful eyes, such an intimate interaction almost made the people around him mad with jealousy, and said in his heart: "I don't know what's so good about this Qiu Yiming, but it's just a lunatic's posthumous child, the master actually values ​​it so much Even if it is like this, it may not be possible to break the Linglong Precept, it is just futile for stupid people."

The corners of his mouth and brows are full of jealousy, but if this luck befalls him, maybe this person who is so jealous now will run away like a tiger and chase after him.

Qingwen was shot through his heart with an arrow, and now he is dying, leaning on a tree beside him, Wenxin lay on Qingwen's body, pinching Qingwen's long beard with his little hands, completely unaware of the people he was naturally close to, About to leave this world.

Everything about everyone is in the illusion created by Qiu Yiming, Qiu Yiming struggles in his heart, as a rival in love, Qiu Yiming really doesn't want to care about Qingwen's life, let alone being shot through the heart by someone, In such a situation, even if he is distracted now, there is no cure.

Qiu Yiming then thought about the longing of the old man. He hadn't stepped out of the cave in the past ten years. It seemed to the outside world that he was facing the wall and contemplating his mistakes, but in fact it was the time for him to practice. But that supreme, The suzerain position that everyone covets is not what he likes, and it is not even as important as that woman's bright smile.

There is not enough time for Qiu Yiming to think about it before making a decision. He can only use his mind to keep Qingwen's remaining breath under the limit of his body. The last farewell was also good, but this distraction made some of the spiritual power that could not be supplied completely cut off, and Huang Li, who was addicted to it, instantly sobered up.

"The illusion of the little junior dares to run rampant in front of me. I think you should do it yourself, old man. He really can't do it." Huang Li taught this junior who seemed to be smaller than himself, and it can be said that he was merciless. Even looking at the old man in the eyes, it is a kind of eyes looking at the grandson.

After finishing speaking, the eyes blinked slightly, and the peach blossoms flourished, a light pink energy oscillated towards the surroundings, and the turbulent energy gathered together, rushing towards Qiu Yiming who had no time to reflect.