The green tea villain just wants to eat soft rice

While Xiao Qingyu was still in a trance, Chu Xun first took his hand and led him into the newly formed Tai Chi formation.

The Tao is divided into yin and yang, and yin and yang are born together, which is Tai Chi.

Cong Zhuben was born because of Xiao Qingyu's enlightenment, and it will not be perfect until it reaches the extreme. In addition, bamboo is a rigid and positive Yang tree. Even if it is in the shape of a Yin fish, the Yin and Yang are still inconsistent, and the formation is not stable. The side of the Yin fish is more illusory than the Yang fish Countless, it will collapse at any time!

【If the yin and yang can be balanced, it will be of great benefit to the master to sort out the spirit of immortality and demons in his body. 】

After analysis, Mingfeng came to a conclusion.

【...It is clear that everything is empty here, but the yin and yang energy and surging spiritual power are real. 】

[It is the only thing that can be counted here. 】

In this way, the power of the yin fish should be supplemented first to balance the yin and yang before it can be stabilized.

Chu Xun didn't make a sound to remind Xiao Qingyu that since the jade pendant gave Xiao Qingyu the experience of mental state, he should complete it by himself.

Fortunately, this world should be moved by Xiao Qingyu's state of mind, and he himself is transparent and close to all things. He quickly noticed the difference between Yin and Yang, closed his eyes slightly, and already had a plan in his heart.

In his heart, the Frost Flower Seed, which had only just taken root and sprouted, was now full of vitality. The stems and leaves trembled and swayed violently, and began to grow wildly with his breathing and heartbeat, constantly squeezing the spiritual power in Xiao Qingyu's body, and turning into endless frosty air!

Ice and snow are cold in nature and extremely cold.

The true energy in Xiao Qingyu's body was consumed little by little, but the cold air around him was thick and almost substantive. Once released, he actively plunged into thousands of green bamboos, covering the green with a layer of white snow, Yin Qi is compelling.

At the same time, Xiao Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness swelled in pain, as if something was swirling in his mind, trying to tear his sea of ​​consciousness apart!

At this moment, his complexion was pale and dripping with cold sweat. The hand that was originally held by Chu Xun was unconsciously clenched even tighter, and a deep red mark was burned on Chu Xun's palm. Bright red blood oozed from the wound. Dye Xiao Qingyu's ten fingers together red.

[Master, Xiao Qingyu's thinking is too chaotic and complicated to extract and understand. 】Mingfeng is rarely confused.

[Simply... changing in an instant? 】

Since it was a heart demon robbery, it should be like this.

Find a bit of clarity in thousands of tortures, and then you can break through the catastrophe.

With the continuous replenishment of Yin Yu's power, Xiao Qingyu suffered more and more pain, and his eyes gradually blurred.

In his mind, countless fragments are flashing rapidly. These fragments are clearly not his memory, but... are extremely real.

Even the five senses are real.

On the battlefield where rivers of blood flowed, the pungent smell of blood made his stomach churn, endless dust was raised from the hooves of hordes of monsters, and even the spiritual sense of monks could hardly penetrate; Endless evil spirits washed the world with blood, and the coercion of the monk, who was so strong that he could not see through his realm, almost tore his internal organs into pieces.

Then, there was a heart-piercing sword from a man in a black robe whose face could not be seen clearly!

With the sound of "hissing", there was pain from the sharp blade entering the body from the heart, and the cold sword edge wrapped in evil energy, piercing Xiao Qingyu's heart!

When there was a burst of lightning and thunder, Xiao Qingyu could clearly see the face of the person who stabbed the sword into his heart through the lightning.

Xiao Qingyu's face suddenly lost all color.

The one who wants to kill him is... the person who was killed by him not long ago and who spread rumors about Master.

His black robe was bulging all over his body, his aura was menacing, his blood was steaming, and the expression on his face was also ferocious.

Already a complete monster.

"Xiao Qingyu! You have a day too!" He let out a hoarse, jerky laugh, contemptuous and mocking.

"Why are you the child of luck, and we have to match you!" He pulled out his sword and frantically left countless deep wounds on Xiao Qingyu's body, "It's not fair! It's not fair !"

There is no place on Xiao Qingyu's body that does not hurt, but no matter how painful the wound on the body is, it is nothing compared to the sword piercing the heart, and even less than one-thousandth of the pain of being hurt by the betrayal of the extremely trusted person in the painting .

Xiao Qingyu's eyes were slack, and his gradually blurred vision fell on the silver-white long sword in his hand with difficulty.

The blade should have been terribly dirty due to the blood all over it, but not a single drop of blood could stain the beautiful and clean blade, and all of it fell on the ground along the gap.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

The surrounding area of ​​this sword was shrouded in frost and snow, and the cold air was overwhelming, and the icy spiritual power was too pure.

Even if he was held in the hand of the evil demon cultivator and stabbed with evil sword after sword, he was never contaminated with any filth and evil.

Even the large streams of blood falling from the sword didn't show blood at all, only pure beauty.

It couldn't be more pure and just.

This long sword that won't get dirty is very...familiar.

Where did you see it?

"Hmph! You finally fell into my hands today!" The blade of the sword was extremely sharp. Even though Xiao Qingyu was already a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, and he was only fighting for the first line of crossing the catastrophe, he could not escape its sharpness, and the sound of flesh breaking could be heard endlessly.

"Protagonist? Fuck your protagonist! I am the protagonist!"

Although Xiao Qingyu didn't understand what "protagonist" meant, he could still see his extreme dissatisfaction.

One sword after another, even though it was drawn on Xiao Qingyu's body, it was even more...

cut in his heart.

Xiao Qingyu couldn't figure it out, how could the person who had been following and encouraging her since she was a child, the person who told her that her master had fallen into a demon and even wanted him... was the real demon at the end?

Is it because he doesn't know people clearly, or is it because of the way of heaven...

The excruciating pain made Xiao Qingyu almost lose his ability to think. The sword in the devil's hand was so familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Xiao Qingyu could only feel a muddle in his mind, and he was clearly watching the battle as a person outside the painting, but the flesh and blood of the person in the painting seemed to melt on him.

In a daze, Xiao Qingyu raised his hand and touched his left breast.

The warmth and stickiness of one hand.

Chu Xun, who was outside the virtual realm, didn't know what Xiao Qingyu was going through, but the pain he was going through could be seen from his frowning and the trembling of his shoulders.

After a little hesitation, Chu Xun clenched his hand a little bit, even though Xiao Qingyu almost broke his hand, he never let go.

Chu Xun stretched out his other hand and slowly embraced Xiao Qingyu's waist, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, Yu'er, I'm here as a teacher."

"Master, Master..." Xiao Qingyu subconsciously responded in a daze.

And Xiao Qingyu in the void also subconsciously called out "Master".

Just when his mind was in confusion, the picture in front of Xiao Qingyu's eyes suddenly changed, and the wounds on his chest were all healed, but the pain of being ripped apart was still piercing.

The cold touch in his hand gradually brought back his consciousness.

Xiao Qingyu opened his eyes and saw that he was holding the long sword that pierced into his heart just now in his hand, and the frosty air spread from the blade, enveloping his whole body.

Even his own heart and blood are cold.

The piercing pain never subsided at all, but this time Xiao Qingyu's consciousness was surprisingly clear.

Looking in the direction of the sword tip, Xiao Qingyu saw a person.

It's... Chu Xun.

The sword in his hand was piercing the opponent's heart, and large streams of blood gushed out from in front of Chu Xun's body, splashing on his snow-white plain clothes.

A blinding red.

Xiao Qingyu looked around dully, the surrounding environment was very familiar.

It was the cave that he and his master had cultivated in the small world.

Xiao Qingyu's neck was stiff and she could hardly turn around.

But in the end it turned around.

On the other side of the sword, Chu Xun's face was pale and bloodless. The shock and disbelief on his face was exactly the same as his self before a few breaths.

It's the eyes that don't understand why someone who is extremely trustworthy will be so decisive, piercing his heart with a sword.

Xiao Qingyu's eyes fell on Chu Xun's waist again.

There was hanging a jade pendant carved by himself, but there was nothing beside the jade pendant where his sword should have been hung.

Under the tense atmosphere, Xiao Qingyu unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, but didn't want to stab the sword deeper.

The feeling of flesh and blood on his chest still stimulated his nerves crazily.

It turns out that it hurts so much to be pierced by a sword...

"Yu'er, wake up!"

The shoulders were held, and Xiao Qingyu suddenly came out of the void, already dripping with cold sweat, and her eyes were hazy.

"Master, Master?"

"Why are you crying? What did you see?" Chu Xun gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The other hand was still tightly clenched in pain, but he never told him anything.

Xiao Qingyu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

【Master, Xiao Qingyu's current mood is... Pain plus regret. 】

Chu Xun remained motionless and looked at him silently.

Hitting something hard and cold at his waist, Xiao Qingyu lowered his head slightly, and saw the sword at Chu Xun's waist.

... This is the sword!

His shoulders trembled violently, his breathing was extremely rapid and disordered, and even the spiritual power in his body began to fly!

Xiao Qingyu thought of many things at this time.

20 years ago, Chu Xun went up the mountain to find the ore for casting swords, but because he picked him up halfway, he found nothing in the end.

It was when Xiao Qingyu went out to practice for the first time after establishing the foundation at the age of 13. Without telling his master, he climbed to the ten thousand zhang peak in the northern border. Chu Xun found his original destination many years ago after suffering injuries all over his body.

If it wasn't for his luck, he might have died there.

But he brought back the core material of the sword, Wannian Xuanbing.

... That was also the only time Master had been gentle to him since he entered the practice.

The casting material for this sword came from himself, but he listened to the slander and stabbed the master's heart with a sword.

He thought the sword was lost, but he didn't expect it to be hidden by the traitor...

Then he pierced his heart with a sword.

Is the reincarnation of the world so terrifying?

The self in that virtual realm has always been self-restraining, not killing recklessly, not doing evil things, and has countless merits and virtues.

But such an ending.

...That's right, it's ridiculous that he is cold-hearted and cold-blooded, and even the master who has taken care of him for many years and is more life-saving, can be easily killed.

Who else has the right to complain?

A smear of blood spilled from the corner of Xiao Qingyu's lips, and the momentum around her became more and more turbulent and restless.

The jade pendant that absorbed the two of them hovered an inch in front of him at this moment, spitting out a dazzling red light.

Chu Xun's pupils shrank slightly.

It's... a sign of madness!