After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Yu Feng's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't stop panting.He stared blankly at the kit bag on Qi Ling's waist, then pulled him off with shaking hands.

The reason why the forbidden technique is called the forbidden technique is because a little carelessness can make people crazy or even lose their lives.

No matter how talented he is, he would hesitate to use the so-called forbidden technique.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

After all, Qi Ling will not die, he just exchanged his foreknowledge blood for himself, so that Master will also help him save his family.

Yu Feng threw the ripped kit aside, and looked at the mysterious fan in Qi Ling's hand.The black air above seemed a bit strange, but he didn't have time to think so much, he drew his sword out of its sheath and cut Qi Ling's palm.

Qi Ling felt the pain, subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, Yu Feng squeezed his hand tightly and turned it upside down, letting the blood drip to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he began to use his spiritual power to guide Qi Ling's blood to swim on the ground, drawing the shape of a formation.

Qi Ling's face became even paler, and he loosened his grip, and the Xuanji Fan fell from his hand, rolling a few times and splashing blood on the ground.

Ji Ze suddenly said: "What do you want to do?!"

Hearing this, Yu Feng's men paused, and his eyes fell on the mysterious fan.

"stop!"

"..." Yu Feng withdrew his gaze and continued to control himself.

Ji Ze couldn't, Xuanji Fan needed him to suppress, he couldn't stop Yu Feng, "Stop! What are you going to do!"

Yu Feng acted as if he had never heard of it, staring at the blood on the ground with his eyes, and drew a blood formation on the ground.

Ji Ze was stunned, and when he saw the blood formation, he immediately thought of Song Ruoqing, and understood what Yu Feng wanted to do, "Stop it! How can it be so easy to exchange blood?! You will die if you don't have enough spiritual power!"

"..." Yu Feng only wanted to save his family. If all the people in his family died and he was the only one left, then he would have no intention of living.

Qi Ling slipped from the rock and fell to the ground, the scar on his palm couldn't stop the bleeding, it continued to bleed outwards, staining his sleeves and a few strands of hair red.

Ji Ze: "You are looking for death! Who taught you the forbidden technique of exchanging blood?!"

"...It's so annoying!" Yu Feng picked up the fan and threw it aside, tremblingly said: "Even if I die, I will try it!"

Ji Ze: "You...uh..."

Yu Feng didn't know what happened to the fan. After the voice called out, there was no movement, so he just took the time to cast the forbidden technique.

After drawing the formation, he sank his eyes and let out a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. After cutting a wound in his palm, he injected the remaining spiritual power into the formation on the ground.

This formation is two-way. Yu Feng didn't expect the process of casting the spell to be so painful, so he couldn't help but groaned.Qi Ling curled up on the ground, the long-term torture had made him a little numb to the pain, but his body still trembled violently when the formation was activated.

Yu Feng noticed that the spiritual power in his body was decreasing sharply. This formation required too much spiritual power, and the supporting enchantment became fragile. Not long after the formation was activated, Yu Feng's mouth was filled with the smell of blood .

Not only from the throat, but also from the eyes and nose.

He had roughly anticipated the result at that time, but the master never told him that once the formation was activated, he couldn't cut it off by himself.

The spiritual power in his body flows to the formation, automatically completing the next steps.

When the spiritual power is exhausted, the person will be useless.

Yu Feng's vision became more and more blurred, he looked at Qi Ling who was lying on the ground, and murmured: "I'm sorry..."

I just want to save my family.It didn't work, and it dragged you down.

The barrier was shattered, souls of the dead flocked to Xuanji Fan, they shouted in Qi Ling's mind, drowning out Ji Ze's voice.

very noisy……

Qi Ling moved his fingers, and there was a tingling pain in his palm, and the coolness hit his heart, as if he was in an ice cellar.

He frowned, opened a slit, and saw a strange red light under the black dead soul.

why so noisy...

"Qi Ling!"

Who……

"Qi Ling!"

Who is calling him...

Qi Ling wanted to open his eyes a little wider, but every inch of his body weighed a thousand pounds, no matter how hard he tried, the eyelids would not be obedient to close.

【Fan Ji: "Take it well. I lost your hairpin when I first saw you. Now I will give you one back."】

【Song Ruoqing: "A Ling wanted to save Ji Ze, so he used the mysterious fan to save him."】

【Song Ruoqing: "A Ling, don't blame your mother, only when you are forced into a desperate situation can you learn to use the mysterious fan."】

【Fan Ji: "What are you doing under this peach tree again? As agreed, today I will teach the fire technique."】

【Su Yao: "High Priest, Your Honor has lost his temper again, you should go and have a look."】

【Song Ruoqing: "You go to the Demon Race with your father this time, so don't come back."】

【Ji Ze: "Qi Ling, you must always remember this agreement, if you forget, I will come to you even if I die."】

【…】

Countless memories flooded into his mind, Qi Ling grabbed his five fingers and scratched the skin on the ground.

"Xuanji Fan..." Qi Ling opened his eyes, but his eyes were empty. He seemed unconscious, and looked in the direction of the red light blankly: "Xuanji... Fan..."

Yu Feng fell beside him without knowing when, and the formation below was still going on, and his face was pale due to the excessive consumption of spiritual power.

Qi Ling lost a lot of blood, and his complexion didn't get any better, but he didn't seem to feel his body getting cold, so he stood up shaking for a moment.

His feet were still a little vain, and after he stood still, he stretched out his hand towards Xuanji Fan, his bloodless lips parted slightly: "Come back..."

As soon as the words fell, the Xuanji fan burst out with a red light that was more dazzling than usual, rushing straight away from the surrounding dead souls and returning to Qi Ling's hands.At the same time, the elders of other sects on Baiyang Peak also saw the red light, and they all said in unison: "It's the Xuanji Fan!"

As the most dangerous artifact, Xuanji Fan has been missing for a long time, and they never expected to appear in this fair.Not only that, but someone is able to drive it.

As for this person, they naturally thought of Qi Ling.

At this moment, the entanglements and doubts in their hearts became clear.It is also confirmed that the use of this artifact must be related to the blood of the person who uses it.

Back then, they gathered together to arrest Song Ruoqing because of the blood on her body that could drive divine weapons.

Now, it can be regarded as accidental that this Xianjun Qi can drive the glazed bow, but if he can drive the glazed bow and Xuanji fan at the same time, it is bound to be more than a simple coincidence.

They all knew that Song Ruoqing died after a blood change. In order to explore the secret of using the artifact, they discovered one thing—Song Ruoqing was no longer innocent.

They concluded that the loss of the prophetic blood must be related to the child she gave birth to.

That child also has the blood of prescience, and can also drive artifacts.

Just like when Song Ruoqing predicted in advance that they were going to arrest her for a blood exchange, she made preparations in advance and did not allow them to succeed.

But the difference is that Qi Ling has amnesia, he doesn't remember how to activate the ability to predict the blood, and naturally he can't realize that this accident happened, but when he shot that arrow, he felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Qi Ling opened the Mysterious Fan, and the souls of the dead flew out from the crack intermittently. Qi Ling didn't seem to see it, but he just clenched the fan tightly and threw one on the ground. cut off.

The spiritual power in Yu Feng's body no longer overflowed, and he lay there quietly, without any anger.

An itch came from Qi Ling's throat, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and wiped away the traces at the corner of his mouth lightly, without even looking at the blood on his hands.

The souls of the dead entangled in the Xuanji fan, some of which he personally collected in the fan back then, and now that he came out and saw Qi Ling's weak body, he thought that it would be too late to take revenge before leaving.

They gnawed on Qi Ling's hand, biting dense wounds on it, Qi Ling ignored it, only when the bite was really hard, he would suddenly stare at the dead souls with blood eyes, and raised his left hand to grab them with his bare hands: "court death!"

The fan is covered with Qi Ling's blood, and the Xuanji Fan has absorbed the blood, and it seems to be stronger.He poured spiritual power into it, and every move was a sharp wind blade, which scattered the souls of the dead with just one blow.But the wind blade did not stop because of this, it went straight forward and broke a few feet away before fading away.

After such a few blows, the houses in Baiyang Peak were completely destroyed.Some cultivators were too late to dodge, and were also scratched by the wind blade and suffered serious injuries.

"Qi Xianjun!"

"Qi Xianjun stop!"

"Stop!"

"Qi Ling!"

Wu Nong was besieged by dead souls. He had sensed the shattered barrier earlier and had a premonition that something was wrong, but he didn't want Qi Ling to expose the existence of the Xuanji Fan.

Qi Ling's consciousness was chaotic, he couldn't hear the voices of those around him calling him, and he continued to use the mysterious fan to kill those dead souls in a numb manner.

Wu Nong: "Qi Ling!"

As soon as he got close to Qi Ling, he was driven away by the wind blades around him.The Xuanji Fan started killing without the owner's order. If this continues, everyone here will die.

Wu Nong didn't care about the exposure of his identity, so he cast a flame spell all over Qi Ling.The fire could not be extinguished easily, and immediately followed the wind's trajectory and circled around Qi Ling.

"Hmm..." Qi Ling was burned to the back of his hand, and his consciousness was clear for a moment.

"Qi Ling!"

Hearing Wu Nong calling him, Qi Ling looked up at the source of the sound, but his whole body was covered in flames, and he couldn't see anyone at all.

Then he heard someone say: "It's the demons!"

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, the dull pain from his right hand warned him of his current situation, he stretched out his left hand to close the mysterious fan, and when he touched the fan, he was burned.

"You are presumptuous!" Qi Ling said coldly: "Who is the master?!"

"Master?" The dead soul continued to gnaw at Qi Ling's spiritual power, "You put us in the Xuanji Fan, do you think we will recognize you as the master? It's ridiculous. It's only because you can't match the Xuanji Fan that you suppressed it for a hundred years. Now The Xuanji fan is cracked, and you are not what you used to be. Do you really think that you can still hold us down?"

"..." The flames all over his body could not be extinguished, and Qi Ling began to be a little out of breath.He grabbed his heart and exhaled a few breaths, looked at the burning wall of fire around him, and smiled softly.

As expected, the Lord has grown up, and the fire technique he used can't be extinguished by the wind blade of the mysterious fan.

"Ahem..." The air became thinner, and Qi Ling poured the remaining spiritual power into the mysterious fan.At that moment, the crack on the Xuanji fan broke open again, Qi Ling's eyes darkened, and he bit his finger to draw an array on the fan.

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, Qi Ling's spiritual power was almost exhausted by the Xuanji Fan, and he knelt down on the ground with his feet limp, and continued to draw the formation with his body braced.

The vision became more and more blurred, and the wind blade did not recede, the wall of fire was consuming the air all the time, a trail of blood flowed out from the corner of Qi Ling's mouth, dripped on the lapel of his clothes, and a few more drops fell on the formation on the fan.

"..." Qi Ling continued to draw the formation, but felt that the body was not his own, and all the feelings were disappearing.

Wu Nong looked at the wall of fire and felt that something was not right—to the outside, the inside was too peaceful.

The people inside didn't seem to resist at all, even though the fire wall surrounded him inside.

"Qi... um!" Wu Nong didn't have time to retract the flames, so he trapped people in the formation under his feet.

A thin golden needle-like thread suddenly shot out from the formation, passing straight through his body, and firmly imprisoning him on the ground.

Wu Nong yelled in pain, and when he fell to the ground, his eyes were still fixed on the wall of fire, "Qi Ling—!"

"You are a demon!" Someone stood in front of him and just blocked his sight, "What are you doing to infiltrate the Linyang faction?!"

As soon as the words fell, the wind blades over there also scattered in all directions, and together with the flames above, instantly set the entire Baiyang Peak on fire.And all the dead souls were sucked into the mysterious fan.

"what happened?"

"Qi Xianjun!"

"He is holding a mystery fan!"

Wu Nong was forcibly pressed to the ground, and he saw that after the wind blades scattered, the person inside whose clothes were soaked in blood also fell to his knees, and there was no more movement.

"..."

"Qi Ling——!"