Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Qin Yili, who was looked at by Qin Ke's resentful eyes, said without changing his expression: "He is Qin Yi'ao."

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "My apprentice."

Qin Yi'ai laughed twice foolishly, with obvious mockery in his crimson eyes: "After what I did to you, do you still regard me as your apprentice?"

The resentment here made Qin Ke hold his breath subconsciously.

Her eyes wandered back and forth between Qin Yili and Qin Yinai.

Qin Yili just looked at him with clear eyes: "As long as you haven't violated your original oath, you will still be my disciple."

"Even if I blasphemed you, I still want to marry you as the devil queen?"

"..."

Without answering the question, Qin Yili just sighed slightly: "This is just your obsession, you have mistaken your admiration for me."

Even though he was spurned by thousands of people, fell into the endless hell, suffered endless pain and had his soul torn apart, Qin Yiai could not resist Qin Yili's soft words.

The collapse of his emotions caused the ends of his eyes to turn red quickly, and his voice became dry and difficult: "Don't, don't do this to me..."

Even if you hate him, don't deny him.

His voice was soft.

But the humility contained in it makes people feel pity after hearing it.

Qin Yili, who was being held by the hem of his clothes, was not soft-hearted. He walked in the direction of Qin Ke. The figure with his back turned was full of alienation and rejection.

"..."

The hand that was still in mid-air froze.

The red clothes that were as bright as tears now revealed a strange dark color, and the tightly pressed lips were bitten until they turned white. The hanging black hair covered half of his face, and the falling red maple leaves made the already gloomy person look more... A bit lonely.

Seeing Qin Yili walking in front of her, Qin Ke winked at him and asked him to look at the person behind who was obviously in a bad mood.

But Qin Yili turned a blind eye, and the hot kiss just now didn't leave much emotion on his face, even though his lips still showed an eye-catching crimson color at this moment.

"Where is the formation located?"

The winking Qin Ke immediately became serious when he heard the business: "The Spring Peak Formation itself also needs to be built on the five elements. The east is wood, the south is fire, the west is gold, the north is water, and the center is earth. It can satisfy these. The only essential element is the lotus pond in the mansion, but that is Brother Qi’s residence, and no one can enter except him.”

Even after hearing this bad news, Qin Yili's expression did not change much. He just lowered his eyes and looked at his sword, with emotions that others could not understand.

Qin Yimai, on the other hand, hid all his anguish in his heart.

When he forced his master to do something he didn't want to do, he was already prepared for the two of them to never be the same again. Now it's just...

Just show up.

Deliberately ignoring the pain in his heart, Qin Yimai squeezed in between the two of them, shifted half of his body in the direction of Qin Yili, and his eyes seemed to fall on Qin Ke inadvertently. :"what can I do?"

He did not ignore the 'saved' look in the woman's eyes after A Li introduced his identity.

Qin Ke: "..."

No matter how gentle his tone is, he can't hide the fierce look in his eyes!

Qin Yili rarely looked at him with some emotion exposed, and there was a hesitation in speaking in those indifferent eyebrows.

Qin Yi'ao's heart softened immediately.

He knew that he would be entering an endless hell, but he was still content with it.

He is really hopeless.

only……

Ever since he could remember, he had been living on the streets, living a life of being bullied and trampled on by others. He was worried about not having enough food to eat and not having enough clothes to wear. Even if he envied those days when he had people who were almost the same age as him but had people protecting him and caring for him, he still couldn't. I knew that there was no way I would live that kind of life.

Until the overwhelming snow that crushed the ruined temple.

He had been hungry for three days and couldn't even move a finger. He lay in the cold snow, quietly looking up at the falling white snowflakes.

At the age of six, he already understood the harshness of the world.

No one will save a little beggar.

When his consciousness gradually blurred and he thought he was going to die, a voice even colder than the freezing weather came to his ears: "Do you want to live?"

so cold.

Others were always arrogant when talking to him, or looked down upon him, but this voice was very calm, not like those foolish tones.

The young beggar could no longer clearly see the appearance of the person in front of him. He struggled to open his eyes and only saw a streak of white hair that was more beautiful than the white snow in the sky: "I want... I want to live..."

"Well, then you live."

The person who couldn't see clearly but had a nice voice said this.

The little beggar thought in a daze, he was about to freeze to death, how could he survive?

Then, he felt himself being held in someone's arms.

The person holding him was obviously colder than lying in the snow, but the little beggar felt that this person's embrace was so warm that he unconsciously buried his head in his neck.

Then something was fed into his mouth.

Warmth spread from his belly throughout his body.

Before falling into darkness, he vaguely heard the pleasant voice saying: "I don't know whether it is your luck or your misfortune to meet me."

How could it be unfortunate?

He had been lucky enough to meet him for so many years.

When he woke up, he saw a figure standing with his back to him.

An old beggar once told him that people only have white hair when they are old, but this man's white hair is different from those people's.

his……

very nice!

After thinking for a long time, the little beggar could only come up with this adjective and suppressed his blush.

The person standing in front of the window and coffin with his hands behind his hands heard the movement and turned around slowly.

"..."

For a moment, the little beggar felt that he saw the immortal that the old beggar talked about.

"Are you willing to become your teacher?"

The little beggar was so stunned that his thoughts stopped.

The white-haired immortal asked again calmly.

"Are you willing to become your teacher?"

The little beggar who understood this time tried hard not to be so embarrassed, but he looked at his dirty hands, and then looked at the white-haired immortal who had not even a trace of dust on him, his head drooped, full of worry. It's inferiority complex: "I...I'm not worthy..."

Although I don't know why the immortal wanted to accept him as his disciple, a little beggar like him who is not wanted should not think about things that he does not deserve.

The white-haired immortal frowned slightly when he heard this.

The little beggar, who secretly observed him from the corner of his eye, immediately clenched his ragged pants in fear, and his tightly pressed lips trembled.

He is so ignorant, the immortal must regret saving him...

"Do you have a name?"

name?

The old beggar who picked him up before said that beggars like them cannot have names, otherwise they will be recorded in the register in the underworld, and they will never know when they will die.

He shook his head cautiously, fearing to make the white-haired immortal frown again.

"There are mist and dusk clouds on the top of the mountain."

The white-haired immortal walked towards him slowly, and placed his white-knuckled hands on his head that was covered with dirt. His flowing, luxurious white hair fell from his front and fell in front of the little beggar's eyes. He also heard the words in his ears. A nice voice: "Just call me Qin Yimai."

Dense clouds and fog.

Just like the name Master gave him.

He has been wandering around in his life, and when he finds a sect that is really good to him, he shamelessly wants to ask for more.

Unexpectedly, he had thought so much in this breath. Qin Yili lowered his eyes and explained everything about his coming here to Qin Yiai one by one.

Qin Yi'ao, who already understood, still couldn't figure out why the old ghost in his body was quiet when he entered this town. No, it was as if he had never existed in his body.

Qin Yimai's expression was startled, as if he realized something, and he looked at Qin Yili suddenly.

And Qin Yili understood what he was thinking with just one look: "This is fifteen hundred years ago."

No matter how high the old ghost's cultivation is, he is only a soul. In this place where no one can use their spiritual power, he can only be forced to fall into a deep sleep.

What's more, he is still alive here.

Qin Ke, who didn't know what riddle they were playing, nodded: "Yes, I am a person from a thousand years ago."

At this moment, Qin Yimai's gaze on Qin Ke's face also changed slightly.

When he was brought back to Mingzong, Ali had been the Mingxiao Immortal who was famous for both good and evil for more than a hundred years. He had never heard him mention his past years, but occasionally heard it from Song Yuecheng. Some details about their master's reincarnation.

Song Yuecheng even personally transformed into the founder of Mingzong, his master, and said that her master's appearance was not inferior to that of senior brother Mingxiao, etc...

It's just that at that time, he was immersed in the irritability of discovering that his feelings for A Li were not just a master-disciple relationship, so he didn't pay much attention to Song Yuecheng's imaginary appearance.

Looking at it now, it seems a bit familiar.

What’s more…

His master never liked others to get close to him, and even his brothers and sisters rarely had physical contact. Only he, who had been raised by him since childhood, could be held intimately in his arms and coaxed with a toneless voice. When he fell asleep, it was precisely because he gave all his special features to himself that he was trapped in the mud...

Thousands of years ago, A Li would protect him without any precautions. The identity of this woman has been revealed.

Qin Ke, who could see from his eyes that he had guessed his identity, immediately smiled with his eyebrows curved and his tone deliberately protracted: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Qin Ke~"

Qin Yimai: "..."

"I just heard him... ahem, my disciple said, you are his disciple? So, you are my disciple. Come and call me master." He looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. The little girl who only reached Qin Yi'ai's chest said in an old-fashioned manner.

Qin Yimai: "..."

His indifferent expression at this moment was somewhat reminiscent of Qin Yili.

Qin Ke still remembered the look in Qin Yiai's eyes when he shouted at her to kill her and threatened her, so he pretended to be angry and said: "What? Because you defected from the master, I don't even deserve to hear the word "Master"?"

At this moment, she was completely pretending to be a tiger, relying on Qin Yili's power.

"...Master."

After a moment of silence, Qin Yi'ao whispered the title.

"It's a pity that I'm being hunted now, and I don't have anything to give you. Ah - I remembered it! I'll give this to you as a belated meeting gift." He guessed that he was from the fact that he didn't know him. In the ending, Qin Ke showed no haze and smiled authentically.

There is a brown pill in the blue porcelain bottle.

Whether he is the direct disciple of Mingxiao Immortal Lord or the Demon Lord, Qin Yimai has seen too many good things. He did not pay much attention to what Qin Ke gave him, and only regarded it as ordinary healing medicine. .

"You have to keep it! This is the only medicine I can forge at this stage!"

"Ah."

Qin Yinai, who essentially respected his teachers, dissipated the hostility in his heart after realizing Qin Ke's identity, and carefully put the jade bottle in the storage ring that could only be opened with his spiritual consciousness.

However, Qin Yili, who was quiet, realized something, and there was disapproval in his eyes.

Qin Ke just blinked innocently.

This is her disciple.

Although he deceived his master and killed his ancestors and had evil intentions towards her apprentice, after all, he called her master, so she had to give her something that matched his status as master.

"Okay! Let's discuss how to go to the lotus pond to destroy the Spring Peak Formation!"

……

And that time.

Lin Ziqi, who was living in the room, found Qin Ke's location through those people, but he did not get up immediately to catch them.

The gloomy young man is surrounded by black shadows.

Those black shadows condensed into a human form, making various screams and shouts behind him.

He knew that Qin Ke was soft-hearted, and she couldn't bear to let her supervise those female corpses. If she knew that he was using people's souls to practice magic skills, she would probably fall out with him long ago.

So he never let Qin Ke enter his room these years.

But every seven days, he would go out at midnight, go to remote villages and towns, kill everyone, and then extract their souls and refine them all.

He acted secretly, and since there were no survivors alive, he had already refined the souls of a hundred thousand people.

As long as the souls of those Zhiyin women are refined into elixirs, and after taking them, his demon bones will be formed, and no one in the world can be his opponent.

He wanted to extract the souls of those who killed Aran and turn them into one of his hundred thousand ghosts.

Thinking of the scene of those people screaming and crying, the corners of Lin Ziqi's mouth raised strangely: "It's almost...just wait a little longer, and I will succeed..."

There is still one Yin woman left. Qin Ke will definitely take the two people who broke into the mansion to destroy the Spring Peak Formation, but what she doesn't know is that he found another one when he went out seven days ago.

Looking at the woman in front of him whose soul had been extracted and whose expression was as dull as the people outside, Lin Ziqi put the charm on his fingertips and spontaneously ignited it without fire.

In Yi Zhuang, all the coffin lids flew up.

The female corpses in the coffin were summoned to jump out of the coffin, and all the female corpses lined up in an orderly manner and walked in one direction.

But today, when the two people who were threatened by Qin Yi'ai and 'coaxed' by the other two people to bring them to Yizhuang during the day saw this scene, they screamed 'Ghost' and rolled their eyes and fainted.

The two people following them suddenly became solemn when they saw this strange situation.

This is spiritual evocation.