Chapter 3
Chapter 3
A strange smile appeared on Qingsong's gray and white face: "What peeping stone, I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Then I have to drag out your soul and ask about it. After all, souls can't lie." The huge head shook and pulled the thick iron chain around the wrist. .
Qingsong's sword and iron chain hit each other and broke in two.
No matter who has not used his sword for decades, even if he gets a glimpse of the great secret, he will not win.
"I'll ask again, where is the Sky Peering Stone?"
"I don't know." Qingsong's face turned paler under the firelight, but she still didn't know.
A hand came out from under Tong Bei's black robe, as skinny as a stick, thin and long, with sharp black nails, and grabbed the green pine.
With a forceful suction force in his hand, he split the flames and strong wind, and pressed on the top of Qingsong's head.
Qingsong didn't dodge or dodge, let him approach, and then a burst of golden light bounced Tong Bei's hand back.
"You actually locked the soul?" This time the voice did not come from the huge head, but from Tong Bei's mouth, men, women and children came out from behind the black mask with unbelievable tones.
Qingsong was silent.
"Do you know that if you lock your soul, you will never be able to reincarnate again." Tong Bei's bean-sized eyes rolled around, as if he couldn't believe that someone would be so cruel.
"Of course I know, but I don't care. Is reincarnation good? My skin and soul have forgotten me, so it's not me, it's just an irrelevant stranger." Qingsong smiled.
His smile is very sincere, it doesn't seem to be squeezed out, but he really thinks so.
Tong Bei also laughed, his hands seemed to have no joints, and he turned abruptly, pointing to where Lin Xinglu and the other three were.
"You don't care about reincarnations, so do you care about them?"
Lin Xinglu looked at the claws stretching towards them, terrified, and wanted to pull Lin Mingqi, but he and Lin Mingqi fell into a pile, so he moved and stood in front of the two.
Chonghui looked at the shadow that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and suddenly felt that Lin Xinglu's thin back became firm and powerful. He stood up like Lin Xinglu, trembling, and hid the youngest Lin Mingqi behind him.
He didn't realize that he was only in the light of Lin Mingqi, and he was so moved that he instinctively regarded Lin Xinglu as his role model.
Qingsong's pupils shrank sharply, he threw the broken sword in his hand, folded his hands, turned into a lotus flower, flew up, and went towards Tong Bei.
Tong Bei was unhurried, his huge head swooped down from mid-air, met Qingsong's palms, and his own sharp hands flew towards Lin Xinglu.
With a "bang", sparks overflowed, Lin Xinglu only felt a gust of wind coming from before his eyes, his feet were off the ground, and a big hand grabbed his throat, making him unable to breathe.
He was caught in front of Tong Bei, the flames were scorching hot, but there was no heat and pain in his throat. He coughed hoarsely twice, and his two thin legs climbed in mid-air, and soon stopped moving, leaving only There is a faint sound of breathing.
"Big brother! Big brother!" Lin Mingqi rushed out from behind Chonghui, tears all over his face, and was hugged by Chonghui: "Grandpa Taoist, please save big brother."
Qingsong's face became more obscure, and his eyes became two tombstones on his face.
People die for wealth, birds die for food, there is a kind of rare treasure in this world, people are unwilling to hand it over even if they die, the secrets of which cannot be obtained by themselves, nor can others imagine.
He opened his hands into the word 'one', and majestic power emanated from him, stretching the Taoist robe into an arc, and the wind, snow and flames formed a vortex around him.
The wind fueled the fire, but the fire did not burn the snow. Lin Xinglu's eyes were bloodshot. Looking at this strange scene, he firmly grasped Tong Bei's iron wrist with both hands, fighting for the slightest breath for himself.
Qingsong suddenly slammed into Tong Bei, his breath was crazy, Tong Bei was hit by him so that he could not stand still, the iron chain on his body rattled, the next moment he was shocked and threw Lin Xinglu out of his hand.
For a moment, the cold air slid through Lin Xinglu's throat, and there was a tingling pain in his neck, and then he fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping his body.
"Brother! How are you?" Lin Mingqi ran towards Lin Xinglu who was an inch away from her with the courage he didn't know where. Tears dripped and were blown by the wind to Chonghui who was following her.
"Ahem..." Lin Xinglu's whole body seemed to be falling apart, his chest and lungs were painful and hot, he coughed violently, a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Lin Mingqi was at a loss, crying 'woo woo', and hugged Lin Xinglu with his short arms. Since she was born, this person has been with her. The first sentence she can say is 'big brother', and she can write it The first word 'brother', the first mouthful of sweet porridge was fed by Lin Xinglu, if Lin Xinglu left her, whether it was life or death, it would be a farewell to her.
"I am fine."
A fire burned from Lin Xinglu's chest and lungs to his throat, he said a word with difficulty, and looked at Qingsong and Tongbei who were in a stalemate.
Qingsong's Taoist robe became more and more bulging, and it seemed that there was a wind blowing under the Taoist robe, blowing his whole body into an unusual aura.
Depressed, majestic momentum.
His eyes regained their brilliance, his figure was no longer bent, his face was glowing red, and his hands tightly bound Tong Bei.
Tong Bei roared, and the huge head swooped down again, pulling it into a long shield, separating the two.
Immediately, the golden light on Qingsong's body shone, turning the darkness into daylight. A huge explosion sounded from the golden light, hitting everyone's eardrums.
No one spoke, only the wind blowing in waves, trying to blow away the heavy smoke.
There was a sudden movement in the gunpowder smoke, the sound of iron chains passing through, and Lin Xinglu's heart fell to the bottom instantly.
Chonghui let out a 'sob' and called out to Master.
The gunpowder smoke dissipated, Tong Bei was still standing, that huge and ugly head seemed to have never existed, and even the iron chain was gone.
Qingsong lay on the ground, her clothes were torn, her body was bloody and her chest was still heaving slightly, Tong Bei wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and walked towards Lin Xinglu and the others.
The fire all over the sky had been extinguished with the explosion, and they couldn't see Tong Bei's expression clearly in the darkness, but they could faintly feel the anger on his body and the wriggling ghost under the black robe.
The wind and snow are ruthless, and the devil is also ruthless, about to blow off these three fresh lives.
Suddenly, a lamp floated down from the sky. The lamp was no bigger than a palace lantern, and there were no candles inside. There were only many beads the size of fingernails. In the center of the beads was an oil lamp that was about to be extinguished. The place is softly illuminated, but I don't know if it is the light from the round and lovely beads or the oil lamp that is about to go out.
A figure fell with the light, and everyone held their breath.
The visitor was tall and slender, wearing an indigo Taoist robe, his cloud-black hair was scattered in the soft light, and his face was as white as jade.
I don't know how God favored this man, the same eyebrows fly into the temples, he is always a little darker than others, the same phoenix eyes, he is always a little brighter than others, the lips under the straight bridge of the nose are slightly pale Cherry blossom color, fair face with a sickly appearance, surprisingly beautiful.
He has a slack posture, every bone in his body seems to be loose, and he just landed on the ground neatly.
Tong Bei's anger dissipated quietly, and turned into a polite devil: "It turns out that Master Mu is here."
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