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Walking all the way to the wooden building gate, Jing Chusu pulled Jiang Qingyang and was about to go in, but suddenly he paused. He looked back at Jiang Qingyang who didn't dare to continue moving forward and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

The purple light flashed slightly in Jiang Qingyang's eyes. He looked at everything in front of him in panic and whispered: "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Jing Chusu laughed, "Let's go! My parents don't eat people!"

Jiang Qingyang didn't say anything, feeling a little uneasy, but he didn't know where the uneasy was. Looking at the beautifully built attic, Jiang Qingyang always felt that it seemed to contain something terrifying. Perhaps something bad would happen if he entered.

"I'm too suspicious!" Jiang Qingyang shook his head, stopped pausing, followed Jing Chusu and pushed the door open and stepped in!

"Dad! Mom! I'm back! Come out and see! I'll give you a surprise!" Jing Chusu shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.

"This girl--" Su Xiaoyue appeared first, walked slowly down from the upstairs, looked at Jing Chusu, and then glanced at Jiang Qingyang. She noticed the revived spirit and vitality in his eyes at a glance. She was shocked and took three steps in a row, pointing at Jiang Qingyang, and her whole body trembled slightly.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Jing Chusu was shocked and hurried over to support her, thinking: "Why are everyone weird today? Why are you afraid of him?"

Jing Wuming suddenly appeared, with a look of surprise and said to Su Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, what's going on?"

"He, he, he-" Su Xiaoyue pointed at Jiang Qingyang with an innocent face, unable to even speak.

Jing Wuming quickly looked at Jiang Qingyang, and his face changed drastically: "Impossible!" After saying that, a large blue palm appeared in front of him and grabbed Jiang Qingyang. Jiang Qingyang didn't know what was going on, so he grabbed it and held it in his hand. With a "ah", he fainted.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Jing Chusu had never seen them like this before, shocked and panicked.

Jing Wuming ignored her and said to Su Xiaoyue: "You rest first, I'll ask him!" After that, a green light flashed on his body and disappeared.

Su Xiaoyue's lips trembled slightly, and she sat on the chair with an incredible look on her face.

"Mom--" Jing Chusu was very puzzled.

"Don't ask!" Su Xiaoyue suddenly shouted, frightening Jing Chusu, "Tell me quickly, everything I had just now was not revealed!"

In the empty cave, the deep pit dug into the word "yin and yang" was still there silently. The entire tunnel, since it drew the water of the sea of ​​blood, has been fishy and filled with evil and blood-devouring aura, which looks gloomy and terrifying, and extremely dead and silent.

Jing Wuming threw Jiang Qingyang into the spot, swept his spiritual sense to him for a long time, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did he come alive? Hey, the mark on his face is gone!"

After thinking about it, Jing Wuming pinched his fingers and pointed his eyebrows at Jiang Qingyang. Jiang Qingyang immediately woke up, his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked up at Jing Wuming, and said vigilantly and panic: "Who are you?"

Jing Wuming looked at him coldly without answering. He thought about it and silently recited the control curse of the Living Dead. Jiang Qingyang was about to be surprised and wanted to get up, but when he felt a sudden pain in his body, he burst into tears from his body instantly, causing him to scream and spasm on the ground.

What kind of pain is this?

Jiang Qingyang didn’t know how to describe it, but he only knew that it was the first time in his life that he had suffered so much!

Seeing this, Jing Wuming felt relieved and said to himself: "As long as the contract and spell are effective, it's okay."

Jiang Qingyang only felt that this pain penetrated his soul. The muscles and bones in his body were shattered and stormed by swords. Then he returned to the same as before, and was shattered again, and in this cycle.

And although it was extremely painful, Jiang Qingyang couldn't faint. He rolled around on the ground, his teeth creaked and loudly. Suddenly, purple light flashed violently, bursting out randomly, causing a large amount of dust, smoke and gravel, dancing around.

"What kind of purple attribute is spiritual energy? Why have you never seen it?" Jing Wuming was unmoved by Jiang Qingyang's pain, and only carefully observed the changes in his body.

It lasted for a long time before Jing Wuming stopped chanting the curse. Jiang Qingyang trembled all over, his eyelids flipped, his throat gurgled, and saliva flowed all over the ground, and he was very embarrassed. Then he heard Jing Wuming say, "Are you a magician or a psychic?"

After a while, Jiang Qingyang recovered a little strength and shook his head and whispered: "I don't know anything. Please, please let me go, I'll go home-"

"Go home..." Jing Wuming narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then sneered: "I saved your life, do you still want to go home? Listen, from now on, I will be your master and your master. You have to obey me in everything and don't use any tricks!"

"I--"

"Um?"

Jiang Qingyang was about to refute, but Jing Wuming recited the spell again, and couldn't help but unable to speak, and rolled violently on the ground again.

"Ah!" Jiang Qingyang couldn't bear it, and his whole body was full of purple light. He smashed his forehead on the ground. He then blew a few somersaults violently in the air and hit the stone wall hard. Then he was bounced back and shook on the ground.

"Forget it, since you can't kill him, then wipe out his memory." Jing Wuming grabbed Jiang Qingyang unkindly and took it into his hand. His spiritual sense invaded Jiang Qingyang's sea of ​​consciousness.

“Huh?”

Jing Wuming's face changed and he invaded his spiritual sense again, but found that he was still bounced back by an invisible force.

His face changed several times, and Jing Wuming said in his heart: "You can't search the soul? Forget it, I can only train it well." So he said coldly: "You really don't want to surrender to me?"

Jiang Qingyang grinned, his eyes flashed with purple light, and he giggled twice, thinking: "It seems that they are all the same. I can't reveal my clone's affairs, otherwise I will die!"

Thinking of the old man Xie Changchun looking at him with his eyes shining and saying something about cloning techniques, Jiang Qingyang felt a stern heart. He knew that Jing Wuming and them were all the same thing, and they dared not speak in order to save their lives.

"Hmph, I don't believe that you are young, Jing Wuming will not be able to subdue you!"

"Jing Wuming?" Jiang Qingyang once again experienced the pain of the Living Dead's Control Curse, and shouted in his heart: "Jing Wuming! I remember you!"

"Ah!" Jiang Qingyang couldn't remember how many times he screamed, and he felt that his whole body was already numb.

Finally recovered, Jiang Qingyang hurriedly said, "I am willing, I am willing! Please don't torture me anymore! It hurts so much! It hurts!"

Looking at the large blood marks caught by Jiang Qingyang by himself, Jing Wuming frowned and said to himself: "This kid is so young, why is his bones so hard?" He felt a little embarrassed for a moment, so he stopped chanting the curse and said lightly: "Are you really surrendering?"

"Sincere, sincerity!" Jiang Qingyang quickly turned over and knelt down, and fell into a pile of things. He no longer dared to feel disobedient in his heart.

"Okay, I'll show you your superpowers." Jing Wuming said.

"I don't know what superpowers are." Jiang Qingyang answered honestly.

"That's right, he is only a child of a few years old." Jing Wuming patted his head, shook his head and smiled, and said, "It's the purple light on you."

Jiang Qingyang suddenly realized, barely stood up, shrank his body and replied, "I can only emit a little light with my eyes, so I can see things at night."

"Oh?" Jing Wuming said slightly disappointed, "That's it? You try!"

Jiang Qingyang hurriedly raised his head, and when the thought moved, purple light appeared in his eyes, burst out, forming two light pillars, shot into Jing Wuming's eyes. Jing Wuming suddenly felt his mind tremble, and he was a little dazed. He used his spiritual sense to force this feeling out after a little movement. Jiang Qingyang was oppressed by Jing Wuming's spiritual sense, and with a humble groan, he took a step back, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"This kid has a very strong spiritual sense!" Jing Wuming thought to himself when he saw this.

He naturally didn't know that Jiang Qingyang's spiritual power was average. It was when he was resurrected by the purple qi that he became much stronger than before.

Seeing that he seemed dissatisfied, Jiang Qingyang hurriedly said: "I will still be the same, just--" With a quick thought, a small stone next to him floated up, and it turned into the air twice, and then fell down.

"Driving things!" Jing Wuming was stunned for a moment, and seemed even more surprised.

Jiang Qingyang thought to himself: "Do I want to release my clone and punch him, just like killing Xie Changchun?" Thinking of this, his breathing became a little quicker and his heart beats fast.

"Hmm?" Jing Wuming smiled and said, "I feel your murderous intent. Do you want to kill me?"

When Jiang Qingyang heard this, he immediately leaned down and said, "No, no, I dare not, I dare not!" He immediately extinguished this thought in his heart.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Jing Wuming's face and said to Jiang Qingyang: "You try punching me?"

"Ah?" Jiang Qingyang was not a fool, so he kowtowed and said, "I dare not, I dare not!"

"I order you to punch me and do your best!" Jing Wuming said coldly.

Jiang Qingyang stood up, looked up and looked at him carefully, and found that he was serious, and thought to himself, "You asked me to hit me." So he stood up, pinched his hand into a fist, and pounded it hard on Jing Wuming.

"Huh?" Jing Wuming and Jiang Qingyang called out at the same time.

A green light flashed on Jing Wuming's body, forming a blue film, which was the body protection light shield for the cultivator. Jiang Qingyang's more than 100 kilograms of force hit him, so naturally it did not break. Jing Wuming could also feel his strength.

What surprised him was that a layer of purple light emerged from Jiang Qingyang's body had a strong penetration power and had a great impact on his mind.

As for Jiang Qingyang's surprise, it was the purple light that emerged from his body: "How could this happen?"

In the past, only by summoning the clones, focusing all their thoughts on him, and punching the trees and stones could a layer of purple light appear on his body, and they could easily be broken. Killing the bear fire beast and Xie Changchun was also possible by himself.

At this moment, Jiang Qingyang punched Jing Wuming with his body, but a layer of purple light appeared on his body, increasing his attack power. How could Jiang Qingyang not be confused?

"What are you?" Jing Wuming said.

Jiang Qingyang said half-truely: "In the past, I was just a little stronger and I couldn't shine. But now - I really didn't lie, I really don't know!"

Seeing that his expression was real, Jing Wuming believed him and said, "Maybe it was when you were resurrected that you stimulated some special power."

Seeing that he slowed down, Jiang Qingyang tentatively said, "Master, Master. What's going on with me now?" After saying that, he touched his off-white hair.

Jing Wuming did not hide it and said, "I originally thought you were dead, and your body belongs to a pure Yin constitution, which is useful to me. So I brought you back and tried my best to make you what you are like now. But I didn't want you to come back today." Naturally, he wouldn't say that Qingyang had lived once fifty days ago, but was beaten to death by Su Xiaoyue again.

Jing Wuming said in his heart: "It's good that this is good, at least Xiaoyue will not be distressed anymore. I just don't know if he can die if he is alive now--" As soon as his mind moved, he thought of the spell that caused the spell. So his mouth moved slightly and recited the spell.

Jiang Qingyang was about to speak when suddenly his head exploded, and a breath that was extremely bloody and rushed straight into his forehead.

In an instant, Jiang Qingyang went crazy, his eyes were red and his hair was silver-white, and his roots stood up.

Then he roared wildly, stomped his feet on the ground, and suddenly he grew taller. His claws and fangs appeared together, and his aura increased greatly. His eyes swept and locked on Jing Wuming. Without saying a word, he rushed over directly, like a hunting beast.

Jing Wuming was not surprised but happy, and supported the protective light cover and collided with Jiang Qingyang!

Originally, after the dead were dead, he was still as calm as the dead. However, Jiang Qingyang was resurrected, his soul entered the body and possessed thoughts. The blood evil influence brought by the death became so crazy!

Jing Wuming regretted this collision.

With a squeak, Jiang Qingyang's red light was mixed with purple light with extremely strong penetrating power, the collision directly tore open Jing Wuming's protective light shield and grabbed Jing Wuming in front of him.

Jing Wuming was shocked. If Jiang Qingyang was caught tightly, it would be strange if his body was not destroyed! With a thought, the comforting curse suddenly came out. Jiang Qingyang paused, and his claws stopped in front of Jing Wuming's chest and did not move forward again. Seeing this, Jing Wuming quickly retreated. Then Jiang Qingyang roared, tilted his head, opened his mouth and rushed up again.

Jing Wuming had an intention of experimenting, so he sacrificed the flying sword and slashed Jiang Qingyang's claws. As the sparks flew everywhere, Jiang Qingyang held the flying sword with one claw, and the other claw poked out like lightning. The purple light was red and the red light was purple, and he inserted it into Jing Wuming's neck without any hesitation.

"Okay!" Jing Wuming opened his mouth and squirted, and a red flame shot out, burning Jiang Qingyang's face without any reservation. Then he relaxed his hand and left the flying sword in Jiang Qingyang's hand. He quickly retreated, shook his finger on his hand, and the flying sword was squeezed and pulled away from Jiang Qingyang's claws.

Jiang Qingyang roared again, slapped the flames on his face, and the red light appeared on his body. He jumped forward quickly, and a big purple hand surged out of his hand and slapped Jing Wuming.

"What method is this? Could it be that his superpowers were stimulated by me and awakened?" Jing Wuming's thoughts flashed, he pointed his fingers, stirred the flying sword forward, dispersed Jiang Qingyang's purple palm, and then stabbed Jiang Qingyang's body without stopping.

After Jiang Qingyang died, his sensitivity increased greatly. The trajectory of the flying sword as fast as lightning was clearly captured by him. Therefore, his claws moved forward and grabbed up and down, and even intercepted every attack of the flying sword. His claws were protected by talismans and blood evil spirits, and there was no damage at all. Instead, he became more and more brave and gradually narrowed the distance with Jing Wuming.
To be continued...