My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Chapter 49

The repair of the six large exorcism arrays covering the foot of the mountain wall was completed, and the snow mist that surged with demonic energy rose violently like a rage, chasing after it, but was quickly strangled when it touched the barrier, and the demonic energy collapsed.

Seeing that there was no profit to be made, Xue Wu rushed to the distance and took away the last spoil - Zhou Lin's terrified pale face flashed away in the black mist.

Xia Qi's heart felt cold, and he almost didn't come up out of breath.

Before he could make a move, he suddenly noticed the hazy voice coming out of the sea of ​​consciousness, which was distorted and intermittent as if separated by mountains.

He was taken aback, no wonder he hadn't heard Qing Yan speak before... Could it be that he was also blocked by the strange air current?

Most of the disciples had already stepped into the teleportation inscription, and their figures disappeared instantly.

Fu Wan's face was gloomy, and impatiently kicked a disciple who wanted to rush into the snow fog to save Zhou Lin into the teleportation formation, and turned around to urge Xia Qi: "You lead the team back first, and I will chase after it."

Xia Qi just heard the voice from Consciousness Sea, Qing Yan's solemn words were a little anxious, but still incoherent: "Ah Qi...don't go into the snow fog...go back first..."

But he didn't move, he lowered his eyes to think for a moment, and then immediately passed the countermeasure circle in the sea of ​​consciousness from the shadow ring to Fu Wan.

"Senior brother, go back and combine this magic circle into a large circle, so that the devilish energy in the sea fog won't be able to get close to the city wall. I don't know the magic circle, and I'm afraid of making mistakes... Don't worry, it was drawn by Master Qing. I'll explain the rest when I come back !"

Not caring about Fu Wan's reaction after speaking, Xia Qiti turned around and left, quickly chasing after the direction where the sea fog disappeared.

At this time, Zhou Lin's soul lamp has not been extinguished, but it is gradually dimming, so there is no need to hesitate for a moment.

In fact, if any disciple was taken away, Xia Qi and Fu Wan would go to rescue them. They were the team leaders and would do their best to bring back every disciple who was taken out safely.

But Fu Wanchang puts the overall situation first. If there is little hope of rescuing or more people will be involved, he will choose to give up after weighing it.

Zhou Lin is too special, if it is gone, Bian Qiuguang's guilt will never be relieved.

What's more, the young master managed to pluck up the courage to follow him on patrol. He endured the cold and killed demons with his disciples in silence along the way. He is considered a qualified demon hunter, so he can't be allowed to stop here for the first time on a mission.

Regardless of chasing the sea fog, Xia Qi didn't dare to listen to the voice in his consciousness, so he bit the bullet and focused his attention on the dark clouds that were retreating rapidly in front of him.

His figure quickly turned into a shadow between the dark sky and the earth, and after a while, the edge of the gaping sword hit the black mist carrying demonic energy.

He didn't know where he was at this time, it seemed that he was much closer to Shen Xing's coast, Xia Qi only felt that the wind around him was more violent, and the thick and violent sea smell rushed towards his face.

He used the shadow ring to perceive the surrounding direction, put on the hood, wrapped the black cloak tightly, and slid into the sea mist with a low body.

The hazy sound in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly disappeared at this moment. The powerful and chaotic demonic energy and demonic energy tore each other, forming countless strong whirlpools and air currents.

Although Xia Qi is not a demon cultivator, he can feel the tyrannical devilish energy clamoring to erode him, threatening to tear his soul apart, but he is blocked by the black cloak, but his figure is engulfed by the air current and pulled deep, as if he wants to bury him Shen Xinghai.

He gritted his teeth to control his figure, and then slid slightly along the direction of the gang wind to the surrounding positions. The mournful screams and hisses that could shake the soul rang in his ears, as if he had fallen into the water of the underworld.

A moment later, a crooked figure was vaguely seen in the black mist.

He immediately inserted the Gap Sword down into a pile of hard black rocks to stabilize his figure.

A few steps away, Zhou Lin desperately grabbed a pile of rocks, but he was smart enough to wrap himself tightly in a black cloak.

However, not far from the other party, a familiar vortex of air flow slowly moved over...

Xia Qi was numb from the turbulence, and seemed to have lost his hearing, so he had to use the shadow ring to send a message to Zhou Lin - don't move, I'll come over.

Seeing a pair of terrified and moist golden vertical pupils exposed from the black cloak, he gave him a very unexpected look...

Seeing that he hadn't lost consciousness, Xia Qi breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that Zhou Lin suddenly stood up, and took the initiative to dive into the moving air vortex——

If it wasn't for the decisive posture, Xia Qi would have suspected that he had read it wrong... Could it be that this person broke his head?

He was dumbfounded, his slightly opened mouth was caught off guard by a breath of chaotic wind, and for a moment he didn't know if Zhou Lin was stupid or if he was the one who came to save someone, so he couldn't help but use the shadow ring to send: "...you don't have to even if you hate me." Suicide before my eyes."

At this time, Zhou Lin's Shadow Ring could not receive anything. The moment he entered the vortex of air flow, he was quickly entangled by the magic vine, and he knelt down slowly in pain...

The wind around him was getting stronger and stronger, and the black cloak was almost blown up. Xia Qi barely covered it, and his exposed skin was slashed open.

The person he saved was looking for his own death, and he was trapped in the strong flow of devil energy and could not return for a while.If the sword was used to split the vortex around Zhou Lin's body, the two of them would lose their support, and they would have to be drawn into Shen Xinghai and go on the road with Zhou Lin.

He couldn't move forward or retreat now, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Zhou Lin's soul was being extracted, entwined with magic vines, his face was almost convulsed with pain.

Xia Qi knew that the longer the delay, the more dangerous it would be. He gritted his teeth, opened the mustard and took out a bag of things. The moment the mustard was opened, he faintly heard the voice of Qingyan losing his composure.

He felt guilty for a while, but he had no time to take care of it. In his hand, he was holding the spiritual material that Wen Yuxie gave him to raise his realm at the Qiushui Lake Lantern Festival in Lingzhou.

With a heartbreak, he loosened the mouth of the bag——

In the vast and vast wilderness, a continuously churning and surging sea fog slowly moved towards the coast, flying sand and rocks wherever it went, everything withered, and snow flakes were messy.

All of a sudden, streams of snow-bright spiritual energy overflowed from the billowing thick fog, like bright skylight piercing through thick dark clouds, and the black sea fog was driven away continuously like darkness.

Xia Qi held the spiritual material in the center of the storm, and forcibly consecrated it before he settled down.

It attracts the thin aura from the heaven and the earth to gather and resonate with the spiritual material. The soaring aura and mellow fresh air around the body spread out, like a heavy stone falling into the water silently, and it also attracts a huge wave.

The vortex of the air around him was blown away by force, and the sea fog finally seemed to be afraid of the light and the fresh air, and immediately backed away.

The spiritual energy poured into the limbs and bones domineeringly, and the meridians all over his body were overwhelmed to resist and tear wildly. Xia Qi gritted his teeth in the trembling pain, and the clothes in the black cloak were soon soaked in sweat.

He had completed the foundation building long ago, and had the spiritual material to ascend to the realm, but because of his special constitution, he was unable to enter meditation, and he had not found a suitable time for recuperation to consecrate.

It was too risky to consecrate at this time, but his heart was as big as a cow, and he only felt that no matter how difficult things had been in the past, it should be fine this time.

He didn't expect that not only the meridians, but also the viscera were misplaced... as if mocking his casualness.

However, the spiritual consciousness has also become more open and tough, and the inspiration has become more sensitive and subtle, and the scene of several miles around the body has been incorporated into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Under the collision of the two wonderful feelings, he almost lost his mind.

The air around Zhou Lin's body slowly disappeared, he looked at him in shock, and then suddenly regained his senses, eagerly looking for the next vortex and wanting to continue to plunge into it.

However, the vortex around them collapsed, and the sea mist slowly flowed away from the two of them.

He struggled, as if he wanted to let go of the rock, and rolled into Shen Xinghai with the sea fog——

Xia Qi didn't know why Zhou Lin was so fanatical about the deadly air current, while the other side was resolutely mad and sad.

Holding the sword tightly, to prevent himself from being dragged away by the sea fog, he stretched out his hand to Zhou Lin.

"come over!"

Zhou Lin looked back at him abruptly, his face froze with sadness.

Xia Qi squeezed out each word from between his teeth: "Zhou Lin, think about it clearly, as long as you go one step further, no one can pull you back!"

Zhou Lin looked over in a daze, his eyes flickered, his pale and cracked lips fluttered slightly.

After a while, his complexion turned gray, and he finally took Xia Qi's hand.

Xia Qi hurriedly pulled the bastard back, quickly pinned him behind the rock with quick eyesight and hands, to prevent the two of them from being swept away by the receding sea fog.

He couldn't help taking a breath in the severe pain in his lungs, and cursed in a muffled voice: "Is that Qiqi your hometown? Are you so eager to get in?"

Zhou Lin lost most of his soul, his eyes were lax and painful, and he murmured: "...I don't want that half of the demon soul..."

Xia Qi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and all the curses were stuck in his chest.

He suddenly understood Zhou Lin's intention...to use the vortex of the air current to draw out half of the demon soul from his body.

It turns out that even though Zhou Lin has lived in Xiaoshan for 20 years, he has not forgotten the five eccentric years when he was a child.

And the half of the demon blood in his body seemed to be the humiliation engraved in his bones, and the tarsal disease always reminded him of his origin.

Xia Qi was extremely exhausted: "Do you think that whirlpool will only take away your demon power? When half of your demon soul is extracted, the altar is damaged, and the invasion of demonic energy takes just an instant. Can you still survive?"

Zhou Lin opened his eyes wide, tears rolled down his golden pupils silently, his hair was cut off by his jaws in the previous gale, and now it is neatly attached to his ears, his figure is actually much thinner than him... How old is the young master who bared his teeth and claws in the past? The illusion of helplessness.

Xia Qi felt helpless, so he had no choice but to save the young master some last bit of face - silently averting his gaze.

"Even half of the demon soul constitutes your complete soul. The body is given to you by others, but the soul is your own."

Zhou Lin trembled and turned his face away.

Xia Qi didn't have the energy to pay attention to other people's thoughts, his whole body, from body to soul, seemed to be scolding him for forcing the consecration, and fainted from the pain.

Even the wind that fell unintentionally on his skin made him tremble unbearably.

After a while, the sea mist carrying the magic energy finally rolled away.

Xia Qi just wanted to lament his good luck, but he saw a group of demon hunters coming not far away... It turned out that this bullying sea fog also meant to be afraid of reinforcements.

Xia Qi finally heaved a sigh of relief, he staggered to his feet, every slight movement was holding back his breath.

He opened his mouth slightly, and there was blood continuously overflowing from the corner of his lips. He wiped it in confusion, but more and more, the skirt of his clothes and the palm of his hand were dazzlingly bright red.

He took one last look at Gu Ying who was walking quickly, and then lost all consciousness.

Xia Qi regained consciousness and found that he was sitting by the Lingquan, his legs soaked in the clear water.

He moved his toes a little, and the clear water flowed over his feet, which felt slightly itchy and comfortable.

The mountains in the distance are rolling and undulating, the setting sun is slowly setting, and the afterglow lazily pours over the wilderness.

Familiar footsteps came from behind, and Qing Yan sat down beside him.

Xia Qi turned his head to look at Qing Yan's quiet side face, thinking this is in a dream?

I should have dreamed about the time in Xinghui Peak five years ago again...

Qing Yan didn't look at him, and said in a calm tone: "Surrounded by demonic energy, you are forced to consecrate the light. If you make a mistake, you will be insane, and you will never be able to recover. Do you know that?"

Xia Qi was taken aback, how guilty was he?Even in his dreams, he fantasized that Qing Yan would question him.

Anyway, it was in a dream, and he opened up Sande Xing: "Bai Lan, why are you so serious in your dream, anyway, you have to say me again after you wake up, please forgive me in the dream..." He leaned closer again After a while, he smiled, "Why don't we do something happy, after all, there are not many times when we can dream of you and our consciousness is so clear."

Qing Yan looked at him sideways, unable to discern the expression against Yu Hui's face.

Xia Qi was so daring in his dream, he immediately got up from the spirit pool, moved over and sat on Qing Yan's lap.

He held Qing Yan's face in his hands, and looked with satisfaction at the slightly helpless Lengjun face—as expected of his own dream, his Taoist companion even had the same expression!

He obeyed the joy in his heart, and stroked the eyebrows and eyes that he thought about day and night with his fingertips, as gently as if he had poured all his thoughts into him, tracing the handsome outline and the high bridge of the nose.

Seeing the thin ice in those eyes slowly melting away at his fingertips, and a gentle and indulgent look appeared again, he smiled silently, lowered his head and kissed Qing Yan's cheek lightly.

The hand on his waist tightened.

Somehow, the dream was very comfortable.The setting sun seemed to have warmth, bathing his whole body in warmth.

He stroked Qingyan's sharp-edged lips, a little surprised at the real softness touched by his fingertips, and murmured hesitantly: "Why is there such a real dream, this can't be a flashback..." He frowned and thought about the abnormality , and came to a very unscrupulous conclusion, "If you are dying, you can't just kiss..."

Qing Yan hugged him who was restless, as if afraid that he would fall.

The hand on his waist seemed to be the most naked touch, which made Xia Qi tremble slightly with excitement, and his breathing became a little disordered.

Her lips brushed against Qing Yan's Adam's apple, her fingers opened the dark blue skirt and slid in, touching her hot chest...

His hand froze.

Wait, why is Qingyan's clothes dark blue?

If it was five years ago in the dream, it should be the moon white and silver robes.

Moreover, when the two touched each other, the extremely comfortable feeling was so familiar... as if it happened not long ago...

He looked at Qing Yan in confusion.

Qing Yan supported him firmly, looked down at him, brushed his fingers over the corners of his lips, causing a comfortable slight itchiness like a feather, and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you going to continue?"

Xia Qi suddenly realized something and opened his eyes wide.

The scene in front of him receded like a tide, he woke up from the dream and opened his eyes on the bed.

In the pain of his meridians and lungs, his eyes went dark again, and his beautiful dream was crushed cruelly in an instant, and he passed out directly.