Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Seeing that the young man did not seem to be joking, some acquaintances pleaded for Chen Ran. Although they knew that this madman would never let Chen Ran go, they still couldn't bear to see him die like this.

"Crazy, please forgive Chen Ran this time."

"Yes, let's talk it out nicely. You should have all received the news. There will be trouble in the future, so let's not waste time."

"As long as, you, you let me go, I am willing to give you the Holy Fire Fruit." Chen Ran said intermittently.

Although Chen Ran was annoyed by the boy's behavior, he also knew that one has to bow his head under the eaves, so he hid the resentment in his eyes very well. His usually arrogant face was now pale and blue, revealing a sense of death. He kept kicking his legs, and from time to time, an unpleasant sound came out of his throat.

"I want both the Holy Fire Fruit and your life." The young man slowly tightened his fingers.

Click!

"what!"

Chen Ran's soul was severely damaged. A powerful and overbearing soul controlled his mind. He widened his eyes unwillingly, and then took out the Holy Fire Fruit like a puppet.

The young man waved his sleeves lightly, and Chen Ran was thrown out heavily, turning into a corpse.

His eyes were still wide open, revealing unwillingness and fear. Until his death he could not understand how the boy could be so terrifying.

There was silence all around.

Everyone looked at the boy with vigilance and fear, but the boy didn't even look at them and walked forward.

He wasn't fast, he kept the same pace the whole time, he even had a few fights with people on the way. The further he went in, the stronger the geniuses were, and most of them were the ones he had conflicts with before.

Looking at most of the familiar faces, the young man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Are you planning to join forces to kill me?"

You have to know that these people are all arrogant and proud, and they would never bother to bully the weak with their numbers. But now they are unusually silent, and do not want to answer him, so they start fighting directly.

A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he did not take this group of people seriously. Just as he dodged a wave of attacks, the three men joined forces and attacked. The raging flames seemed to burn everything in the world, using the laws as fuel and the avenue as guide.

He immediately took action to resist this terrifying attack, but was still forced back dozens of meters and spit out blood several times.

"Today is the day you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who was spitting blood slowly raised his head, his eyes mixed with excitement, and said: "A technique specifically designed to restrain me? This is quite interesting."

Chang Qing is now at the most critical moment. He feels that a big battle has taken place not far from him. He extends a divine sense and sees four figures shrouded in laws fighting non-stop, with blood surging all over their bodies. Some hold jade plates or incomplete weapons of ancient gods, fighting in chaos.

Since it didn't affect her, she didn't take it too seriously and focused on breaking through.

Three days passed before the battle over there gradually came to an end. After several breakthroughs, Chang Qing successfully achieved the result he wanted. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a shadow flash by and fall heavily in front of him.

She was a little dazed, looking at the unidentified object in front of her.

His clothes were already tattered, his hair was burnt and messy, and now he was staring into her eyes.

Chang Qing had no intention of interfering in other people's business. Just as she was about to leave, she found herself being held back by someone. She lowered her head and saw the man, whose real appearance could not be seen, timidly holding onto the hem of her skirt with a somewhat aggrieved look on his face.

"Sister." His eyes were bright.

"Let go."

"I don't want to let go."

The bright and aggrieved eyes made Chang Qing feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy. She really wanted to pick this person up and take him home, but her years of experience as a melon eater told her.

Men on the roadside cannot pick up things.

In mild cases, it causes physical and mental abuse, while in severe cases, it can lead to the destruction of a family.

The two of them were in a stalemate. After Chang Qing stated his reasons, the young man was stunned for two seconds, which was rare. It was obvious that he was caught off guard by such a powerful reason.

He slowly loosened his hands and reconnected his broken bones. Instantly, a crackling sound was heard, which made people's scalp numb.

Chang Qing was not far from the Soul Bamboo. After estimating the distance and the terrifying pressure around him, he walked forward.

The boy sat down at the place where she had originally practiced, supporting his head with his hands, giving people the visual impression of a well-behaved puppy.

This gaze followed Chang Qing like a shadow, making it impossible for her to ignore it. When she turned around, she saw the young man staring at her in a daze. Then when she turned around, her eyes were bright and he waved at her with a smile.

What's up with that? It's a little cute.

However, she was distracted for a moment, and the laws surrounding the Soul Fruit caused her blood to surge. Chang Qing quickly gathered her mind and concentrated on resisting the black air mixed in the laws.

This black gas is extremely strange. Once it touches a living thing, it will take root and sprout in the body, polluting the body's spiritual energy and cultivation at the speed of sparks. At the same time, it will use another strange method to continuously strengthen the body and slowly erode the mind, making it extremely difficult to expel.

She did some research a couple of days ago and found that once one is contaminated by this black energy, one will become extremely bloodthirsty and warlike, with one's mind filled with only thoughts of fighting, world-weariness, and destruction, and will be filled with all kinds of negative emotions.

Chang Qing approached the Soul Fruit cautiously, picked a fruit with quick eyes and hands, and watched the tyrannical law quickly retreat.

After resting for a while, he picked two more fruits using the same method.

It was obvious that Lao Liu's behavior had angered the laws, and the entire sea of ​​laws began to boil, tightly wrapping the Soul Tree. Even the leaves of the Soul Tree were shaking, creating circles of ripples on the avenue.

Although Chang Qing wanted to pull out a soul tree and plant it in the Shen'an Palace, he did not do it in the end.

There are a lot of people outside who are eyeing him covetously. Even if he succeeds by chance, he will be seriously injured, and then he will not be able to deal with the pursuit of the entire Zi Xiaolin.

The Soul Tree targets the soul. As long as you get close to it, let alone picking the fruit, even if a god comes, your soul will be torn apart. Not to mention the strange black air around it, even if a god from ancient times comes, he will fall.

To Chang Qing, this power targeting the soul was like a drop of rain falling into the sea. It was just that her physical body held her back and could not support her in pulling out the saplings. Otherwise, she would have really pulled one up and planted it back.

After resting, Changqing went to fetch rootless water again.

But this time, she was in a dilemma.