My old enemy and I became the hottest CP in the comprehension world

Qi Zong sat on the ground, holding a piece of jade slip in his hand, and a spirit sword beside him. It looked very similar to the one in Ning Jian's hand, but there were many spots on the sword.

Qi Zong looked at the jade slip in his hand, slightly lost in thought.

The jade slip is ordinary in color, and it is not a rare item. If it is placed in normal times, it will only be submerged in the crowd and no one will notice it.

If it was before, Qi Zong would not have any interest in it, but this thing is not that simple.

Qi Zong originally thought that Chu Jianxin and the others were responsible for the breakdown of the formation, but now it seems that is not the case.

It was precisely because Qi Zong was very familiar with the forbidden formation that he was sure that the reason why he was able to escape at the beginning was because there was a problem with the inner formation.

But according to what Chu Jianxin said, it was impossible for him to escape.

Qi Zong was clear that the formation was related to those who imprisoned him, otherwise, he would not have sensed their aura in the formation.

Don't say that because of their formation, it loses its effect, that is absolutely impossible.

Not to mention, the moment he regained consciousness in the formation, there was such a blank jade slip beside him.

During the 1 years of being imprisoned, Qi Zong was in an unusually sober state almost all the time.

At the beginning, Qi Zong was still angry, angry, and even tried his best to escape from the formation.

But the final result will only be to intensify the consumption of spiritual power in the body, making the chains that bind oneself tighter and tighter.

Other than that, there is no other use.

If it weren't for the questioning order to protect his last bit of true spirit and keep him awake, he might have died in the formation as those people wished.

But even so, he still didn't stay awake for too long.

When the anger subsides, the whole person is in the boundless loneliness and darkness, and the operation is born with endless fear.

This kind of fear is enough to drive a person crazy.

Even if Qi Zong didn't want to admit it, but later on, his sober moments became less and less.

At the beginning, Qi Zong still knew what he looked like when he was insane.

Crying or laughing loudly, constantly begging for mercy from the person who was watching over him outside, begging him to say a single word to himself, constantly cursing and irritating him, just to see a living person and see a trace of it. A little light.

But Qi Zong couldn't remember it himself.

Whenever he was on the verge of collapse, Dao Ling would wake himself up.

At the beginning, this object was given to him by his master to let him comprehend the immortal weapon to resist the demons in his heart, and later saved his life, leaving all the sanctimonious hypocrites helpless.

But at that time, there is only torture left!

Unfortunately, you can't survive, you can't die.

Otherwise, he thinks that the so-called right way is the devil, and I have fallen into the devil, but he is rational. He is just trying to avenge his relatives and clansmen, so why is there anything wrong?

Instead, these people, did they kill themselves to avenge Master, for the so-called justice?

No, it's not, they are just for this semi-celestial artifact in his body!

For this reason, he even completely copied the ancient formation, just to separate the semi-immortal weapon from his body.

Compared to themselves, they are demons!

What is the difference between their methods and the demon cultivators who used the blood sacrifices of the common people and the monks to nourish the demon energy? !

Qi Zong's eyes were scarlet instantly, but at the same time, a soft light suddenly flashed on his body.

If you don't look carefully, you will definitely ignore it. The moment the light flickered, the scarlet in Qi Zong's eyes faded away.

It seemed that the moment just now was just an illusion.

After calming down, Qi Zong squeezed the jade slip into a fine powder with his hands, and a soft wind blew by, dissipating in the air with the wind.

"No matter who you are, I don't believe that Qi Zong can't find you."

After finishing speaking, Qi Zong got up, and the spirit sword beside him rose up in response to the sound. Qi Zong lightly flicked the blade with his fingers and made a long cry, and the mottled rust on it slowly faded to reveal the smooth blade.

And there are two characters engraved on it near the hilt, riding the wind.

Let the horse sing and ride the wind, feel free and happy.

Qi Zong, whose name is Chengfeng.

He was gifted when he was born, and Tian Linggen destined him to have a bright future, but his parents' greatest hope for him was to live freely, freely, and unrestrainedly.

Unfortunately, ten thousand years ago, he was no longer free.

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On the other side, ask Jianfeng.

"Brother, things are really not what you imagined. My father has no choice but to retreat. Many disciples failed to cultivate and retreated. At that time, my father was seriously injured and was powerless. For the sake of our lineage, I had to come up with this." Bad policy.

What's more, the matter is not as exaggerated as what Chu Jianxin said. Where are we cultivating the divine way? If it is really the divine way, I am afraid that the monks of Taiyi Shenzong will turn against us first.

We are just in contact with the seniors in the upper realm. "

"Who asked you about this, I'm asking you, why did you release Qi Zong?"

Ning Jian looked at Ning Wudao and couldn't help but get angry, if this person in front of him was not his master's old man and his junior brother, he might be the first one to beat him violently.

Originally, he had planned that he would be stuck there for the rest of his life, until Qi Zong died, or he himself died, but he didn't expect that his success would fall short in the end.

Still fell short in the hands of his own people.

"Senior brother, I swear to God, we really didn't touch that formation, and the formation has not been moved for so many years, we thought Qi Zong died inside."

"What do you think? If it's really that easy to kill Qi Zong, how could Master and the others put so much thought into imprisoning him!"

"Maybe it's just to ask for orders."

Ning Wudao curled his lips disapprovingly, and muttered softly, Ning Jian's eyes sharpened.

"What did you say!"

"No, it's nothing." Ning Wudao was startled by Ning Jian's voice, and immediately apologized with a smile, "Brother, don't blame me here, didn't we think of this! What's more, it's really not us made.

Do you think it is because my father and the others are missing, so the conditions to restrain the formation are gone, so it is so easy to break the formation successfully? "

"How is it possible, what does Master and the others have to do with this?"

"It doesn't matter, senior brother, you don't know, Chu Jianxin found out at the beginning—" Halfway through the speech, Ning Wudao suddenly paused, "Senior brother, you really don't know, I thought my father It’s just that you didn’t tell me, and you didn’t even tell your brother.”

"what do you know?"

Ning Jian frowned tightly, "Tell me everything you know, the more detailed the better."

Ning Jian's angry and serious appearance is even scarier than his father. Ning Wudao has enjoyed the blessing of 1 years. Contradicted him.

But Ning Jian is different.

Ning Jian was his father's first disciple, and he was born as a sword cultivator back then, so he carried endless sword evil spirit in his body.

Nowadays, Ning Wudao will immediately give up if he shows a straight face.

He didn't dare to have any other thoughts, so he had to tell Ning Jian everything he knew one by one.

By the way, he also smeared Chu Jianxin and the others.

"It turned out to be suppressed by the breath of Master and the others, how could this happen?"

After listening to Ning Wudao's narration, Ning Jian not only didn't solve the doubts in his heart, on the contrary, he had many more questions.

Originally, the purpose of the formation was to kill Qi Zong. Although the formation was a bit sinister, it was an expedient measure to suppress a demon.

Therefore, this formation can only enter but not enter, and the spiritual energy can only exit but not enter.

All consumption is drawn from it.

One day, after it is exhausted, the formation will naturally break down.

Therefore, there is no need for the so-called array spirit suppression, Qi Zong himself exists as an array spirit.

"hiss--"

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Jian was thinking about it, and suddenly took a breath, Ning Wudao noticed this, and immediately asked nervously.

Now, the big devil Qi Zong has been released, but Ye Wudao has not forgotten that Qi Zong wanted his life back then, and now the only one who can protect him is his dear Ning Brother Jian, if something happened to Ning Jian, he would have nowhere to cry.

"It's nothing, it's the sequelae left by fighting in the past."

Ning Jian waved his hand and didn't care.

He also played a part in suppressing Qi Zong back then, but Qi Zong was not so easy to deal with under the blessing of the Asking Order, and they did not dare to kill directly because they wanted to strip the Asking Order, so Ning Jian He also suffered a lot of injuries.

Immediately afterwards, he took the initiative to petition to guard the forbidden formation, and there was no trace of aura in it, even if he wanted to heal his wounds, he couldn't do it.

In ten thousand years, the rest of the injuries have healed, except for the sequelae of this headache.

Just when he was thinking rapidly just now, there was a sharp stabbing pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But it's only for a moment, and it doesn't matter.

"Look at my brain." Ning Wudao slapped his forehead fiercely, "I thought of you before, brother, you have been in the formation for so many years, I am afraid that your spiritual power has long been exhausted, and I have already prepared for you, brother. Bao, I will bring it to you when I wait for my younger brother."

After finishing speaking, Ning Wudao ran out in a hurry.

Looking at his back, Ning Jian couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, after ten thousand years, he was still like a child.

However, it is good to have the treasures of heaven, material and earth to recover. Healing the hidden wounds on the body as soon as possible may not make it impossible to go further.

Ning Jian thought to himself, although he has been trapped in the formation for ten thousand years, it is not like he is idle on Sundays.

The outer formation is no better than the inner formation. Although it is also desolate and has no spiritual power, but apart from these, it is almost the same as the outside world.

It can be regarded as a quiet place where you can feel.

At least he himself feels that in the past ten thousand years, his mind has been much better than it was ten thousand years ago.

It's just that Qi Zong is a disaster after all.

Ning Jian looked at the long sword in his hand, his expression gradually became solemn, if he didn't cut Qi Zong under the sword, he was afraid that he would give birth to a demon.

As the breeze passed by, the surrounding spiritual energy continued to fill, repairing the damaged spirit sword, there is also a word near the hilt.

Xing Ren.

Ning Jian, the word Xingren.

The sword comes out according to the heart, and cuts the injustice in the world.

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