Spiritual Masters

Should I remember? "

"Damn you." The man rushed to Ning Jiusi after speaking, "I am Qingya!"

Ning Jiusi slowed down when he heard the name.

Qing Ya's mood improved a lot, he evoked a smile, as if he was satisfied with Ning Jiusi's performance.

"Qingya..." Ning Jiusi frowned and thought for a moment, then asked seriously, "Who is it?"

"..."

Qing Ya gave Ning Jiusi a hard look, and he started to attack in a muffled voice, but the short dagger made Shuangying's sword tremble every time.His attacks were chaotic, and he used all his strength to attack fast and hard, which caught Ning Jiusi off guard.

"Master, Qingya is that dagger..." Shuangying seemed a bit unable to bear such a blow, his muffled voice echoed in the air.

"You even remember your spirit envoy!" Qing Ya's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger: "But you don't remember me?"

Ning Jiusi's body has not recovered, Qing Ya's strength is very strong, and it is a bit difficult to deal with it.He took a moment to recall the name between attacks.

light cliff.

Dusty memories flooded into my mind.

It is one of his magic tools, the whole body is black and red, and the dagger is carved with peacock hollow texture, which is very beautiful.

This dagger was used by him to get rid of evil thoughts, and he carried it close to his body and never left it.

"It's you." Ning Jiusi had a dazed expression this time, his eyes slightly opened: "Why are you..."

Qing Ya is like a bloodthirsty devil, his voice is cold: "I never thought I would become like this? If you hadn't abandoned me back then, I would be where I am today, all thanks to you."

"This is not the reason for you to do evil." Ning Jiusi was not disturbed by emotions, he was always rational.

"Why did you abandon me?" Qing Ya's dagger brushed against Shuang Ying's sword, making a "Zheng" sound.He is like a child looking for an answer, with love in his eyes: "I am strong, do you regret abandoning me?"

"No." Ning Jiusi replied lightly.

Hearing his answer, Qing Ya acted more cruelly, he roared: "Then I will make you regret it!"

Ning Jiusi was forced to retreat steadily, but his expression did not change. He fought with the frost shadow with his right hand, and manipulated the fan with his left hand to attack around the cliff in the air.

"Is that all?" As long as Ning Jiusi is in a panic, Qingya will be extremely excited, and his eyes are shining brightly: "It seems that the catastrophe has hurt you a lot, is it uncomfortable?"

"It must be very hard." Qing Ya knew Ning Jiusi too well, he said while persecuting: "Thousands of years, I have been waiting for you to come to me, and you finally came."

When he said this, he was unabashedly happy: "I'm so happy, Ning Jiusi, you are finally willing to come to see me."

"The catastrophe is you." Ning Jiusi resisted his fatal blow.

"I've been waiting for too long." Qing Ya's expression was a little lonely, he whispered: "I miss you so much, but I can't find you, I have to let you take the initiative to come to see me."

"How can you allow me to do evil for thousands of years before you come to see me?" He changed his tone of whisper, and roared violently: "You are hateful, damn you, aren't you strong? Can't find me?"

"I'm making trouble in Zhurong, and I'm going to the places you've been to do evil. I just want you to meet me and let you know how strong I am!"

"But you didn't kill me, you don't remember me at all, I endured it for a long time, thinking about you like crazy."

"Ning Jiusi, do you know how strong I am now?" Qing Ya pushed Ning Jiusi to a dead end, seeing that the other party had nowhere to escape and was still indifferent, with a little pain in his eyes: "I didn't Can you keep me, do you regret it? Regret it."

"It's useless to regret it." With a bloodthirsty smile, Qing Ya raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed fiercely at the opponent.

"Well--"

It was not Ning Jiusi who screamed, but Qing Ya.

Qing Ya's hand holding the dagger rested an inch on Ning Jiusi's shoulder, his heart was pierced by a flute, and the black mist in his heart lingered on the flute.

Ning Jiusi didn't hesitate, and the sword also sank into Qing Ya's body, and the sword shadow split in his body, penetrating his flesh|body.

Where he was punctured, there was no blood flowing out, but wisps of black mist.

"Why?" Qing Ya looked at the two magic weapons in her body in puzzlement.

Ning Jiusi drew out his sword and said without hesitation, "If you have a weakness, it is a flaw."

"Weakness..." Qing Ya raised his head slowly, looked at the jawline of the man standing straight, he laughed softly: "My weakness is you."

His divine form was destroyed, the black smoke cleared, and a dagger fell to the ground with a string of Buddhist beads pressed on it.

Ning Jiusi stared at the dagger in a daze.

When Qing Ya first transformed into a human form, she couldn't be accepted as a spirit messenger because of the illusory form was entangled with evil thoughts.Evil thoughts will make the monster go berserk and hurt the master, refining is the only choice.

But this dagger has been with him for a long time. For the first time, he made an irrational decision. He smuggled the cliff that was eroded by evil thoughts to the Bihai Pool, which is full of soul consciousness, and hid it. Little by little it was melted down.

After a hundred years of searching, there was no trace of Qingya, and it disappeared without a trace.

75. The Demon Realm (Eight)

Ning Jiusi picked up the black and red dagger and prayer beads on the ground. He pinned the dagger to his waist, and his expression was a little nostalgic when he stroked it with his fingers.

He stood on top of the collapsed house, his robe trembling slightly by the wind.

Chi Sheng didn't care about patting the dust on his clothes, and hurried to Ning Jiusi's side, he touched the stabbed place with his fingers nervously: "Does it hurt? Why don't you take off your coat and let me have a look. "

"...Soul consciousness will heal faster, it's okay." Ning Jiusi didn't look too weak, and he watched the Buddhist bead bracelet in his palm slowly put on his wrist.

"You mustn't be brave." Chi Sheng's worry did not diminish in the slightest, and Baba instructed.

"Master..." Shortbread's voice came from the bracelet, her weakness was mixed with some grievances.

"Have a good rest." Ning Jiusi tapped the Buddhist beads with his fingers, as if to comfort him.

Qingya used to be Ning Jiusi's magic weapon. Listening to what he said, it seems that these things are related to him. Are you doing this just to see Ning Jiusi?

Thinking of this, Chi Sheng sighed lightly.

"Why are you sighing?" Ning Jiusi plucked off the feathers on Chi Sheng's head from nowhere.

Chi Sheng scratched his head: "Why did you abandon Qingya in the first place? Magical artifacts are not gadgets."

"It has not been discarded."

"Huh?" Chi Sheng pointed to the dagger at his waist and said, "Didn't Qing Ya say that you abandoned him..."

"Master has never discarded any magic weapon." Frost Shadow's cold and hard voice accompanied the sword, and the sword trembled slightly as he spoke.

"...Shuangying." Chi Sheng always felt that this picture was a bit weird, he touched his nose and said, "Do you want to change back and talk?"

Shuang Ying was silent for a while and turned into a human form. He glanced at Ning Jiusi's expression, and said slowly, "You know how to remove blood?"

Blood removal is a way to get rid of evil thoughts.

Healers will inevitably be infected with evil thoughts in many situations. In order not to let the evil thoughts haunt them, they will choose to scratch themselves with a weapon and use blood to get rid of the evil thoughts.

"I know." Chi Sheng nodded.This is a very basic thing of the spiritual master sect, and this is what is taught at the beginning of entering the academy.

"Evil thoughts don't flow out through blood." Did Ning Jiusi take over the words, he was a little dazed: "It was absorbed by the magic weapon."

"...Why did the ancestor compile a book and still deceive people?" Chi Sheng said speechlessly.

Shuangying was also quite speechless: "If you really know, it may not be a good thing."

"That's right." Chi Sheng rubbed his chin and laughed dryly: "Is Qingya the magic weapon you use to remove blood?"

"Yeah." Ning Jiusi said, and involuntarily put his hand on his waist: "It's a good magic weapon, he is very spiritual, and he has been with me for ten years and then he has changed his shape."

Magical artifacts are rare the more there are, and the magical artifacts that can transform into human form are even rarer.Looking at the ancestors of the spiritual master sect that has appeared for thousands of years, few ancestors' spiritual envoys were transformed into magic tools.

The transformation of a magic weapon requires not only its own spirit, but also the ability of the holder. After all, the human-shaped magic weapon consumes the soul consciousness of the owner.

Among Ning Jiusi's spirit envoys, except for the glutinous rice balls, they are all human-shaped magic weapons, which shows that the strength is far beyond the description in the Zongshi.

"Could it be that his transformation was affected by evil thoughts?" Chi Sheng blinked.

Seeing that the master didn't want to talk anymore, Shuang Ying took the initiative to embrace her: "That's right, monsters with evil thoughts in their form cannot become spirit messengers. They will be backlashed by evil thoughts and lose their minds at any time."

"But the master didn't abandon him because of this, but took him to Bihaichi for purification." Shuangying folded her arms with a slightly unhappy expression: "When the master went to see him again, this guy had disappeared. Find it and give it up.”

"There is no fate in the end, why bother." Ning Jiusi interrupted lightly.

One thought that he was discarded, and the other felt that he had no fate, and forcibly turned fate into resentment.

Qingya has been doing evil for many years, and she has committed so many evils just to make Ning Jiusi take the initiative to find him.

And the fate of others will be changed because of these small things...

Chi Sheng patted his cheek to regain his senses, and when he turned his head, he saw that the puppets were all evacuating.

"Why did the puppet evacuate?" He asked suspiciously, "Could it be that the master died?"

Ning Jiusi was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned serious. He looked thoughtfully at the evacuated puppets.

Those puppets disappeared without a trace after a while, as if they had never appeared.

Although there were no wrecks in the battleground, the fallen disciples of the sect and the long-lasting evil thoughts in the air were enough to let people know how tragic it was.

The power of the three factions also suffered some injuries.

Chi Sheng ran up to the master in a state of shock, saw his robes on his shoulders were stained red, and said distressedly: "