Shangxian opens the door to receive express delivery

When Qing Jue opened his eyes, he found that he was back in the hut where he lived with Wei Mian, and the room was covered with a barrier to prevent him from escaping.

Needless to say, the person who attacked him must be a fake defending champion, and only he would bring himself to this place.

Looking around, Qingjue found that Xiaolu was not around, and there was no one else in the room.

In the deserted bedroom, it seemed kind and warm to Qingjue, but after living here for less than two months, it felt even better than the cave where he had lived for tens of thousands of years.

But in any case, now that I am trapped here by a fake defending champion, the other party is obviously planning to harm him, so finding a way to get out of here is the real thing.

Qing Jue opened the door of the living room, but there was still a layer of less obvious barrier blocking his way, he felt it attentively, and then a shock appeared on his face.

This enchantment is clearly a technique from the ancient times, with a barbaric atmosphere, which is shocking.Moreover, this enchantment is not difficult to say, simple but not easy to say, it needs to be broken by force.

But Qing Jue couldn't help being surprised by the vitality on the barrier. With his current level, even if he exhausted all his mana, he still couldn't break the barrier.

After trying it once, Qingjue found that he really had no way to solve it. He could only turn around and sit on the sofa with a blank expression, waiting for the other party to appear.

It didn't take long, but only about 10 minutes later, there was the sound of picking out keys from outside the door, and then the door lock was opened, revealing the face of the defending champion.

"Are you awake?" With a smile on his face, the fake defending champion put the pancake fruit he bought on the coffee table.

After confirming that the other party was just pretending to be defending the title, Qing Jue felt sick when seeing this kind of smile.

"Let the deity go." Qing Jue looked at the other party with a strong disgust on his face.

Even if the other party has the memory, blood, mana, and facial features of defending the title, in Qingjue's eyes, the other party and defending the title will always be two people. Really defending the title will make him happy and can't help being close, but this will only make him Feel sick all over.

Even looking at each other is flattering him.

The fake defending champion sat down opposite Qing Jue, took out two more pieces of paper and slowly wiped his fingers: "I don't know why you suddenly think I'm fake, but you must know something to say that Bar."

Qingjue frowned slightly: "Why do you have to put on an air in front of this deity."

Since he already knew that the opponent was a fake defending champion, why did he still make such a gesture? Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?

The fake defending champion casually threw the paper that had wiped his fingers into the wastebasket, then looked at Qing Jue with a half-smile and said: "Since you understand everything, I won't hide it anymore, you voluntarily gave away your Pangu blood. Hand it over, or do you want me to do it myself?"

"What?" Qing Jue didn't understand for a moment, wasn't she talking about the other party's identity just now?Why did he suddenly mention his Pangu blood?

"It seems that I need to do it myself." Wei Mian smiled lightly, with a somewhat indifferent expression, "After raising it for so many years, it should be almost enough."

What does it mean to have been raised for so many years, what does the other party mean, and why he can't understand.

But the fake defending champion didn't wait for Qingjue to react, he stretched out his right hand, and pointed the tip of his index finger straight to the center of the opponent's eyebrow.

Before the tip of the index finger got close to Qingjue, he saw a faint light around Qingjue's body, blocking his finger.

The fake defending champion chuckled, shook his head, and didn't put the light in his eyes, but contrary to his tone, the expression on his face was not relaxed, and the finger pointing towards the center of Qingjue's brow gradually trembled, as if It looks very strenuous.

A mocking look flashed across Qingjue's face, he pinched a spell with both hands, and continued to strengthen his mask.

Before, he was just unprepared for being attacked suddenly by him. Although he couldn't do anything about the enchantment that bound him, the other party shouldn't think about attacking him so easily.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, but soon, the fake defending champion hooked the corners of his mouth, a trace of coldness appeared on his face, and withdrew his fingers: "Toast is not a penalty."

Qingjue's eyes were closed tightly, and she was concentrating on maintaining her mask, so she ignored the dazed and confused flashes on the other party's face.

The false defender stared at his hands, wondering for a moment why his strength was weaker than he remembered, but soon he put this matter behind him, and pulled out the thin black hair with his right hand, Imagining a curved bow and sharp arrow, he shot fiercely at Qing Jue's eyebrows.

The sharp arrow easily pierced the mask that Qingjue used to protect himself, and the latter put up a light screen again in a panic, but he couldn't stop him in a hurry, he could only watch the cyan bird helplessly. The sharp arrow pierced his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, Qingjue felt a tingling pain in the center of his brows. His divine sense seemed to be hit by something. Float out, to float into the hands of the false defending champion.

"So you've always wanted this." Qingjue tried in vain to reach out to grab it back, but his fingers missed, and he could only watch this trace of blood fall into the hands of the fake defending champion.

"I really want this." A smile appeared on the fake defending champion's face, "It belongs to me in the first place, so it doesn't matter if I take it back."

Seeing that Qingjue still had a resentful expression on his face, he sighed helplessly, and wanted to reach out to rub the opponent's head, but Qingjue dodged mercilessly.

"Furthermore, you have achieved success in cultivation now, even if the Pangu blood in your body is taken out, it will not hinder you, and you can cultivate as before."

"It's just a goblin pretending to defend the crown. Even if you take away Pangu's blood, it will be of no use at all." Qingjue looked at the other party with a sneer. At this moment, his body could no longer move, but there was no fear on his face. The other party's expression was like looking at a jumping clown.

"Huh?" The fake defending champion let out a light snort, then smiled indifferently, playing with the trace of Pangu blood that was struggling desperately in his hand, and chuckled, "I thought you knew why I was always by your side, but now it seems I don't know at all."

"What do you mean?" Qing Jue had a vague feeling of something bad.

The false defender glanced at him, with a bit of unbearable expression on his expression: "Didn't you never know why you failed to cross the tribulation?"

Qing Jue's heart trembled, could it be...

"That's right." Fake defending crown raised one corner of his mouth, "It's really a price to pay for this trace of Pangu's blood from you."

Qing Jue was so shocked that he lost his voice for a while.

"You don't have to be too surprised." The fake defending champion squinted at him, "It's just a bit of suffering, and it's harmless to your body."

"So..." At this point, Qingjue felt that he had finally figured out everything, and the doubts that had been trapped in his heart before were gradually unraveled, like a faint fog.But now, it was blown away by a gust of wind.

"It's all about you... no, it's not you..."

The one in front of him is just a replica with the memory of defending the crown. Who did what he said?Qing Jue couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

How could the defending champion do this?Let him fail to cross the tribulation, leaving him devoid of mana, and now come to take away his Pangu blood?what is this?

No wonder he always ended in failure every time he felt that his mana was going to recover a little bit, no wonder his mana recovery was so slow...

It turned out that the truth behind everything turned out to be like this.

"How can I believe your nonsense." Qing Jue gritted his teeth, "You are just a fake, and I will not believe anything you say!"

"Fake?" A hint of anger flashed across the face of the false defending champion, "How could I be fake? I am defending the crown, I am a descendant of Pangu, I have Pangu's blood, and the sky-opening ax is my weapon. All memories are In my mind, I am me, how could it be fake."

"You are just a thief with the memory of defending the crown! You are the witch order, the one who stole everything defending the crown with the magic of moving the gods." Qing Jue's voice was unusually calm, "You are fake, no matter how many people say you It is true, but what is false is false and can never become true."

The false defender glanced at Qing Jue coldly, and muttered to himself: "I am clearly the real one, how could I be a fake, can I not tell the real from the fake?"

Qingjue was a little surprised, he really didn't expect that at this time, the other party would still put on an act in front of him, emphasizing that he was really defending the title, since his identity had been revealed by himself, what's the point of going on like this?

"Why are you lying to yourself like this?"

"I didn't deceive myself!" The tone of the fake defending champion suddenly became gloomy, and it seemed that there was some anger mixed in, then he turned his head and stopped looking, and just talked to himself, "I am the real defending champion, I am It's true defending, I'm not fake..."

He is indeed defending the title, how could his memory deceive him, his mind, his soul, and his body are all telling him that he is defending the title, but why did Qing Jue say that before revenge What did you say, what did you do?

What's the point? He took back what belonged to him. Pangu's blood was originally his.

Qingjue just wanted him to doubt himself.

"I'm defending." The fake defending finally calmed his impetuous heart, then sneered and looked at Qingjue, "You disturb my thoughts too much, you've been affecting my emotions, I can't keep you. "

"Want to kill me?" Qingjue finally couldn't help laughing, his somewhat cold face became brighter because of this smile, "In human words, you really think beautifully."

"You are nothing more than a grasshopper on my palm now." The fake defending champion slowly raised his right hand, "Don't worry, for the sake of your contribution of Pangu's blood, I will let you die happily, Shensoul There won't be any pain if you die."

Just when the false defending crown's finger touched Qingjue's cheek, a cyan light flashed from nowhere, turned into a sharp arrow, just like the false defending crown did just now, and shot straight at the center of his eyebrows.

Qing Jue's eyes brightened.