With a thought in Shang Yi's mind, he knew that this was the Gu Changqing in the original novel whose chivalrous heart caused his family to suffer.

Shang Yi still admires this kind of young man with a chivalrous heart, and he does not want Gu Changqing to repeat the mistakes of the original work.

“When the road is rough, draw your sword to help!”

It should have been a commendable thing, but just because the crying old man was so powerful in the original work, the Gu family handed over Gu Changqing's family, ruining a good young man who was always upright.

Is this reasonable?

This is not the world in Shang Yi's heart, he doesn't like this kind of world.

If there is no change in strength, then that's it. Now that he has peak combat power in the field, he is more confident to escape from the hands of Dharmakaya safely. When facing ordinary strong men in the real world, he can already say arrogantly, "I don't eat beef anymore."

How can you watch things continue to progress as in the original story?

The next moment, Shang Yi took a step forward and quietly appeared above the dilapidated temple, and the harmony of heaven and man merged into the surrounding heaven and earth.

Although they stood so brightly in the night sky, Gu Changqing who was investigating the situation outside the dilapidated temple, An Guoxie who was practicing in the temple, and Meng Qi who was awake did not sense Shang Yi's presence.

Even when Gu Changqing kept looking towards the temple, he didn't even see Shang Yi standing in the air.

The lake reflects the gradually sparse lights in the oasis, quiet and desolate.

In the temple, Meng Qi pretended to moan in pain, moved a step towards the incense table, closed the distance that seemed far away before, and lay on his side with his left hand on the ground.

An Guoxie opened his eyes, looked at Meng Qi who was "squirming in pain", and sneered: "Can't you bear this little pain? I don't think you can experience all my tortures."

His tone was rather regretful.

Meng Qi was "excited" and forcibly endured the "pain". An Guo smiled evilly and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath. His injury was stable. Although it would take some time to fully recover, it did not need to be interrupted any longer.

The ground healed.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With a mellow spirit, spirit and mind, Meng Qi adjusted himself to the peak state and then patiently waited for the opportunity.

He could not wait for the "Sorrowful Breeze" to fully take effect, because Anguoxie's nose was opened and he was very sensitive to the smell of poisonous gas, and his body's nine orifices were opened to build the inner world and form a cycle of its own. Once something went wrong, he could immediately detect it.

, Therefore, when the sad breeze has just taken effect, when An Guoxie is alert to external enemies, the sword must be drawn.

With such concentration, time seemed to pass very slowly, and Meng Qi was not impatient at all.

While An Guoxie closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, he suddenly felt that the movement of his inner breath was a bit difficult. He was startled. He held his breath and focused his mind on his nose. He felt all kinds of smells that seemed to be absent but were extremely keen.

The movement of the inner breath became increasingly difficult and gradually dissipated. Anguoxie's nose had already identified the problem. The pebbles he clasped secretly in his left hand, with a strong wind, hit the place where the smell drifted.

At the same time, he used the Kuangsha magic power with all his strength to resist the invasion of this inexplicable poisonous gas.

Bang, the sound of pebbles hitting the small porcelain bottle suddenly sounded in the quiet temple.

Meng Qi probed with his right hand, and the inner energy and spirit suddenly exploded, and a light that was neither bright nor bloody jumped out, as if a call from the heart, and mysteriously and unspeakably slashed at An Guoxie.

The thunder mark on the back of his left hand stood out, dripping purple, and the thunder power of heaven's punishment filled the air.

Part of An Guoxie's attention was on resisting the poisonous gas and eliminating its influence, while the other part was distracted by the direction the smell was coming from and the rest of the temple, fearing that people would attack him and rescue the little bald donkey.

But at this moment, the light of the sword lit up and the world of mortals rolled in!

An Guoxie's eyes could not hide the astonishment, surprise and disbelief. He had clearly shattered his Dantian and pinched his arm. How could the little bald donkey still be able to perform such a stunning blow?

He had no defense at all, and even when the sword came to him, he suddenly realized who had cut it out!

"Idiot, your nose is so white that you can't even detect poisonous gas! You might as well cut it off!"

"What's the use of you? You were deceived by such a little trick. Believe it or not, ancestor, I will seal your acupuncture points and throw you out to feed the wolves!"

"It's useless, please kill yourself, so that I, ancestor, won't waste my energy!"

The shouts and curses from the ancestor were heard, and the "terrible pressure" from the ancestor was clearly applied. An Guoxie trembled all over, and murmured to himself: "I was wrong, ancestor, I was wrong, please spare me."

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The ancestor was furious, and even the pressure was much more terrifying than normal. It was vaguely similar to the power of thunder that he had felt when he witnessed the monster going through the tribulation. It made him tremble physically and mentally, and he wanted to kowtow and admit his mistake.

Severe pain hit him, and An Guoxie came back to his senses. In his sight was a dark red sword. The blade was hot and there were faint patterns emerging.

It has already hit my forehead and cheek!

No!

At this critical moment, the pain became more and more irritating, and An Guoxie's full potential exploded. All the bones in his body, including his skull, were collapsing.

As soon as Meng Qi succeeded with the sword, he felt that the person under the sword was as if he had no bones, retreating with the wind, weak and weak.
Chapter completed!