After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

How could this person talk like that.

Fan Ji's fingers turned white, even his nails were embedded in his flesh, and his whole body was trembling.

Qi Ling was stunned, not knowing what happened to Fan Ji.He stepped forward to check, but Fan Ji suddenly waved his hand, trapping him in a barrier.

"This..." Qi Ling punched the barrier, and was bounced back by the spiritual power above. He looked at Fan Ji with blank eyes, but with fear and amazement that he guessed what the other party was thinking, even his voice was stained. A little disrespectful: "What are you doing?!"

Fan Ji glanced at Qi Ling, turned around and murmured: "You can't talk about this here..."

Qi Ling didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing." Fan Ji said: "The current demons can't beat those people, and neither can you."

Qi Ling probably determined what he wanted to do, just as he thought, he hit the barrier with both hands, "Do you think you can beat it?! Fan Ji!"

"You have already thought about it." Fan Ji lowered his head and sneered, "I want to come back and use the mysterious fan to deal with those people." He raised his eyes, looked straight at Qi Ling, and paused every word: "My lord disagree."

Qi Ling met Fan Ji's eyes, and he froze in place.It wasn't because Fan Ji had spoken out what was in his heart, but because the stars in those eyes were falling and lost their original light.

This trip is bound to be defeated, he is like saying goodbye.

But only the glazed bow can kill the Demon Lord, even if he is caught, those people can't kill him, Qi Ling doesn't understand his eyes that seem to be parting from life and death.

Seeing Fan Ji like this, Qi Ling felt the pain in his heart again, he suppressed the tears in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You don't have the power of foresight, how would you know that I want to use the Xuanji Fan? Fan Ji, let go I'm going out. Do you think you can keep me if you put me here? If you lose, I won't be able to escape from here."

"...Let's go." Fan Ji glanced at him, walked around him, and said slowly: "There is a restriction here, even if those people break the demon clan, they will definitely not be able to enter."

Qi Ling was taken aback again.

There is a restriction here, why doesn't he know about it?Every time he came in at random, he didn't find any restrictions.

"The deity has spent decades imposing the ban, and those people will not be able to open it for a while." Fan Ji laughed, and it fell in Qi Ling's ears, but there was an extra sense of sadness, "The time the ban lasted... ...should be enough for the High Priest to unlock the enchantment..."

By that time, this duel should also be over.

"Don't come out until it's over." He paused, his eyes darkened, his voice was gentle, but gradually softened: "...you will be afraid."

Qi Ling looked at Fan Ji's back, and kept hitting the barrier: "Fan Ji!"

"Fan Ji——!!"

That person didn't look back after all, Qi Ling shouted until his throat hurt again, he held his throat and coughed for a long time.

There was water in his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was from crying or coughing, and he raised his hand to wipe it away to clear his sight.

Qi Ling used his foreknowledge to explore the situation outside, but he only saw a blurry area. Here, as Fan Ji said, a restriction was imposed, and in those previous times, the restriction was probably hidden. Knowing that at this moment he The barrier around the body is opened, and the restriction is opened.

Qi Ling tried several times to no avail, and in the end his spiritual power would be bounced back by the barrier and hit him.

He looked at the tree in the distance.

Not a single blade of grass grows in the Demon Realm, only this peach tree is nourished by his daily spiritual power to survive.As soon as he left, he lost his original vitality on the second day and began to drop flowers, and the leaves began to fall on the third day, leaving only bare branches on the fifth day, and completely withered on the ninth day.

Qi Ling looked at the tree for a long time, and remembered that he and Fan Ji stayed together under the tree.He remembered that Fan Ji had told him that he would only laugh when he was under this tree, and he heard from this at that time that the young master wanted to see him smile.

From then on, he would often bring Fan Ji under the tree to teach.

Without him, it's just because his image in the eyes of everyone in the Demon Race doesn't match the word "laughter".

When Fan Ji was the young master of the Demon Clan, his father was still a Demon Lord on the surface, but in fact he was already seriously ill inside. He knew then that the person he taught would become a Demon Lord early in the future.

There are so many people in the demon world coveting the position of the demon venerable. As the high priest, he naturally cannot laugh in front of outsiders, making them think that Fan Ji is easy to bully. Only in this way can those people be stabilized and they will not dare to act rashly.

The young Fan Ji's temperament is the most unpredictable, on the one hand he likes to see Qi Ling smile, on the other hand he can't help bullying him, and finds him annoying.

But Qi Ling understands best, Fan Ji says he doesn't want to learn, but in his heart he wants to learn more than anyone else.

He is a strong person and a straightforward person. He wants to protect what he likes when he sees it, and tramples on what he doesn't like at will.Although he said he was going to cut down the peach tree, in fact he couldn't do it in the end.

He liked the peach tree and was reluctant to cut it down.

Under this tree, the relationship between Fan Ji and him always seems to be a little bit better, and the other party is willing to talk to him, including why the demons didn't do anything, but they still provoke the disgust of the world.

Thinking of this, Qi Ling suddenly panicked and stared straight at the tree.At that position, Fan Ji once pillowed on his lap, and told him the secret of the Demon Lord's lineage.

Qi Ling gathered his spiritual power again and threw it towards the barrier, every time he bounced back, he was confused and attacked the barrier blindly without skill.

Fan Ji is a Demon Race, he went alone to face the Human Race's offensive, not because he knew he would lose in this battle, but because he didn't lose face of the Demon Lord.

It's that he wants to win.He can win.

Just use that method.

He told him not to come out, he would be afraid.But Qi Ling didn't care about these things, the blood on his hands was spurted out by the spiritual power backlashed by the barrier, and all the drops fell on the ground.

Qi Ling sat on the ground leaning against the barrier, his eyes watered, and looked at the peach blossom tree again.

Immediately afterwards, he summoned the Mysterious Fan, and his eyes lightly retracted to the fan.

He opened his mouth and said something silently, then covered the other hand and released the dead soul in the mystery fan.

After Qi Ling broke the restriction, he used his foreknowledge to see the result, but it was a step too late. Fan Ji used that method, using the spiritual power of his Demon Lord's lineage as a guide, so that the dead souls and ghosts in the Land of the Dead could sense it, Go upstream along the sea of ​​blood and become his weapon.

When Qi Ling arrived, he did not see Fan Ji.

He sank his eyes, and glanced coldly at the corpses scattered all over the place.

His Holiness does not want him to find him.

But no matter how he tried to hide, he couldn't hide from the High Priest's foreknowledge.

"There are still people there!"

Qi Ling grasped the mystery fan tightly, knowing that he had been exposed, he turned around and threw out a wind blade at the same time.

What followed was the sound of bones breaking as the wind blade smashed through the corpse on the ground and the screams of people.

"Qi Xianjun stop!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Qi Ling didn't continue to use it until the first wind blade had passed. He looked up and saw that it was the heads and elders of the various sects who wanted to get him on Qianhe Mountain.

He looked at the bloodstains on these people and was a little surprised.

These people are not dead.

According to the nature of the Lord, they should all be killed.

"Qi Xianjun! Are you...really kidnapped here by that Wu Nong?" The few people saw that the "prey" they had been looking for for a year finally appeared, their faces were both surprised and delighted, but they were also very surprised at this moment. Seeing Qi Ling was a little scared.

There was blood on his hands, even on the Xuanji fan, and the blood was being absorbed by the Xuanji fan little by little, emitting a strange light on it.

Qi Ling secretly scoffed at these people, but did not speak.

"Qi Xianjun, since you are here, use the glazed bow to kill that demon immediately!" A man suddenly rushed forward, even pulling Qi Ling's hand in disregard of etiquette, and was about to walk in one place.

Qi Ling immediately turned cold, and stood where he was.

The man pulled it for a while but didn't pull it. Looking back, he only met a cold look, and immediately withdrew his hand in fright, "Qi Xianjun...but what do you want to say?"

"..." Qi Ling's hand holding the Xuanji Fan was in throbbing pain, the wound on it was invaded by the spiritual power in the Xuanji Fan, continuously absorbing his spiritual power, he ignored it, grabbed the man's collar just now, and said coldly Said: "Why didn't you die when you saw the Demon Lord?"

"He..." It was the first time that man saw Qi Ling like this, and he was a little speechless in fright, "He let him go, let us go..."

A flash of astonishment flashed across Qi Ling's expression, then he figured out something and sneered: "So you turned back again..."

"Yes...it's the Demon Lord. We saw that he was seriously injured after he let us go." Someone nearby observed for a long time, guessing that the injury on Qi Ling's body must be caused by the Demon Lord Fan Ji, otherwise he Not with such a vicious look, "We want to take this opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop!"

"... Oh?" ​​Qi Ling laughed again, without emotion, but it made people feel inexplicably scared, "Where is that person?"

He thought: idiot.

The first time the lord let them go, they still thought they had come back like this. If they met those things that came out of the place of death, what ability would they have to survive the second time?

"He... We saw that he seemed to be running in that direction." The man looked for the direction to point to him, but heard a cry, turned around and saw the man who was held by the collar by Qi Ling fell to the ground, and he He himself is gone.

The closer Qi Ling got to Fan Ji's direction, the more dead souls were around him, and he also saw ghosts constantly moving in that direction.

The dead souls inside the Xuanji fan also surged outwards, and he spent a lot of spiritual power to keep them from completely losing control. Those dead souls seemed to have sensed the dead souls around Fan Ji and guided him there.

They brought Qi Ling to a huge boulder, surrounded by many souls of the dead, even the ghosts were chasing towards this boulder.

"Go away!"

Fan Ji's roar came from behind the stone.

"Go away! Go back to the land of death!"

When Qi Ling heard Fan Ji's voice, he couldn't take his eyes off the stone.

A ghost's head protruded from the stone, Qi Ling happened to meet his eyes, and fell back heavily. Fan Ji heard the sound, the roar stopped for a moment, and then ran away again, those dead souls and ghosts immediately keep up.

Qi Ling climbed up and chased after him, suppressing his fear of those ghosts, not taking his eyes off the people under the mass of black ghosts.

The sacrifice technique can only be used by the heirs of the bloodline of the Demon Lord. Use your own spiritual power to make a sacrifice, and hire the souls of the dead from the land of the dead to do things for them. Spiritual power was sucked dry.

"Fan Ji!" Qi Ling called his name, but the man didn't seem to be able to hear him, and just ran towards him.

"Fan Chi!!"

Qi Ling chased him to a corner, and Fan Ji had no way out, and the spirit power on his body was absorbed by the dead soul, unable to escape from Qi Ling, he shouted: "Didn't I tell you not to use the Xuanji fan?! Didn't I tell you Don't you come out before the end?! You see these ghosts, see me like this, are you satisfied?! You don't want to go! Are you a fool..."

Qi Ling: "I'm a fool."

Fan Ji suddenly stopped, and then struggled violently again.

Qi Ling hugged him even tighter, and looked down at the Mystery Fan that was completely cracked on the ground. The souls inside were released from the restraint, and all ran out from inside, and together with the souls from the Land of the Dead, surrounded the entire Demon Realm.

Qi Ling looked sideways at a ghost who was staying beside Fan Ji.

The ghost's eye sockets were sunken, and although it had no eyeballs, it seemed to be looking straight at him.

Qi Ling bit the struggling Fan Ji's neck, and whispered, "Don't move around."

"Fan Ji, I'm scared, hold me tight."

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