Don't try to attack me [anti-attack]

Chapter 64

In the dark dungeon, there was a disgusting smell of blood and rotting flesh in the air. From time to time, some inaudible painful muffled sounds could be heard. A few sick mice with white spots all over their bodies were in the prison. The room moved back and forth.

Qin Ci was nailed to the cold wall with iron nails in both hands, and his feet were baked with iron chains. He could barely touch the ground with his toes unless he deliberately straightened them out. On the wound on his chest, the wound on the palm of his hand burst open every time he was in extreme pain and couldn't help trembling. After the blood flowed out, it solidified after a while. The repeated torture made him a luxury even in a coma.

"Wow——" the door of the cell opened, and Li Sheng walked in with an old man with a long beard. Li Sheng had long black hair and a tall and slender figure. He was wearing a white robe, and he looked like a gentleman. He looked at him seriously at this moment. Qin Ci said: "Brother."

Qin Ci slightly raised his head and glanced at him, but didn't answer.

And the bearded old man beside Lisheng said: "Qin Ci, are you still unwilling to reveal the hiding place of the Demon Cult?"

"Qin has never been a member of the Devil's Cult..." Qin Ci couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, his lips were stained red with blood, "How can I know where the Devil's Cult is hiding?"

"It's well known that you colluded with people from the Devil's Cult, and you're still quibbling!" The long-bearded old man snorted coldly, his fingers moved slightly, and several long swords appeared in the air in an instant. Squinting his eyes, he said sharply, "I'll ask you one last time, where is the Demon Cult's hiding place!"

Li Sheng was startled, and he said to Qin Ci: "Brother, just say it."

"I don't know." Qin Ci raised his eyes and glanced at the bearded old man, then closed his eyes.

That look made the bearded old man feel provocative, and he waved his hand without hesitation. The long sword pierced Qin Ci's chest, and the bright red blood overflowed and dripped on the ground, forming a pool of blood soon.

But during the process, Qin Ci just let out a muffled sound. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. Only a weak voice came out: "This strength is not as good as the thin strip that my master taught me to use."

"You—" the long-bearded old man was furious, he waved his sleeves and said, "I won't kill you, the biggest mistake Ling Yun made in his life was to accept you as a villain, I just need Watching him clean the door is enough!"

Qin Ci's body trembled slightly, but the bearded old man didn't notice, he left directly angrily, and Li Sheng said with great pain: "Qin Ci, you have disappointed me so much." After speaking, he also left the dungeon.

"Your body is basically failing, do you want to give up this mission?" A flat system voice came from his mind, and Qin Ci's face was covered with dried blood, but when he heard this voice, his painful expression became softer.There are very few immortal cultivators who are ugly, not to mention Qin Ci, who was once admired by thousands of female cultivators. His white clothes are stained with blood, and his handsome face is slightly covered by messy hair, but instead, he has an added sense of beauty that makes people want to be abused. .

"Ah Zui, I'm in so much pain..." Qin Ci's tone was hoarse, and he coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood after speaking.

"Give up this mission." Bai Zui repeated, but his tone was not a question, but a hint of command.

Qin Ci shook his head slightly and said, "There is still hope."

Bai Zui was puzzled and said, "What hope?"

"I was wronged. Master is the one who understands me best. I believe he will find a way to clarify me." Qin Ci paused, his eyes were bright, but they soon became dark again. He continued in a low voice: "Of course, it's also possible that he doesn't believe me either. At that time, I may have to trouble you to open the mall to buy healing medicine for me. Now that the favorability is 70, I can't give up no matter what."

After confirming that the host was unwilling to give up the white crime, he stopped talking, and Qin Ci didn't say anything as if he was used to it.

Suddenly the sound of fighting from a distance broke the tranquility of the dungeon, Qin Ci raised his head and saw the person coming and said in surprise: "Ruan Min, what are you doing here?"

Ruan Min cut off the lock and walked in. When she saw Qin Ci's miserable appearance, her eye circles turned red. She held back the tears in her eyes and said, "You were misunderstood as a member of the Demon Cult because you helped me." , Of course I want to save you! Come with me!"

Qin Ci objected: "If you make such a big fanfare, I'm afraid that other people will come over, so leave me alone."

Ruan Min shook his head and said: "No, look at what they have done to you. They framed you to hurt you. What nonsense, and your master doesn't care about your life! You might as well come to the Demon Cult and be free! "

"That's enough—Ruan Min," Qin Ci frowned even deeper as the wound pulled and caused tremendous pain, and he said with difficulty, "If you come here to talk nonsense, then I don't need..."

"Why don't you listen to persuasion, I don't care." Ruan Min stomped her foot, she waved the magic weapon in her hand, and the iron nail on Qin Ci's palm broke immediately, Qin Ci had no strength to stand up, and fell straight go down.

Ruan Min hurried up to catch him, took out a pill and fed him, saying, "Let's go."

Just as he stepped out of the dungeon, Ruan Min stopped suddenly. Because of the effect of the pill, most of the wounds on Qin Ci's body had healed. He raised his head in confusion and said, "What's wrong?"

Ruan Min's eyes became hollow, she fell to the ground in Qin Ci's wide eyes, and Qin Ci also lost his support and fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand and probed Ruan Min's breath with trembling fingertips.

there is none left……

Qin Ci stared blankly at Ruan Min's eyes that were still open, she was clearly talking to take him away just a second ago.

How come... talking doesn't count?

"Hmph, it really is the devil's evildoer who came to rob the prison. Fortunately, the old man had the foresight to set up a barrier." The bearded old man looked coldly at the two people who fell on the ground, and when he saw Qin Ci standing up slowly, he frowned and said, "How dare you Not dead, this enchantment is aimed at demon cult evildoers."

Qin Ci's white clothes were stained with blood, it can be seen that the wounds he suffered can be described as riddled with holes, he chuckled, his bangs covered his eyes and he couldn't see his expression clearly, he only heard him whispering: "Yeah...how can I Didn't die?"

Qin Ci raised his head abruptly, and saw his originally black eyes turned dark red like blood. He laughed wildly and said, "I'm a member of the Demon Cult! Tell me—why didn't I die?"

Qin Ci took a step forward, his aura changed, his blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent, he looked at the bearded old man like he was looking at a dying person, and his tone seemed to be full of addiction The taste of blood: "Why didn't you die—"

The monstrous killing intent made the old man with a long beard take a step back. As soon as he stepped back, he felt a sharp pain. Qin Ci appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the long knife stuck in his chest was tightly held by Qin Ci. hands.

"The devil's evil..." The long-bearded old man pointed at Qin Ci and said, Qin Ci pulled out his long knife with a cold face, and the long-huzi old man lost his breath and fell to the ground.

"There are a lot of people coming here." Bai Zui said after detecting his breath.

Qin Ci turned around and walked in front of Ruan Min. He reached out and gently closed her eyelids, looked at her sleeping face and said softly, "I'm sorry, I can't even protect your corpse anymore."

"Ah Zui, the store can exchange bone powder." As soon as Qin Ci's words fell into his hand, a small bottle appeared in his hand. He opened it and sprinkled it on Ruan Min's body, and soon the body turned into an ordinary puddle of water.

Qin Ci then manipulated the flying sword and flew into the cloudless sky.

After Qin Ci left, a group of immortal cultivators rushed to the scene, and they were shocked when they saw the bearded old man's body. One of them said, "It must be that Qin Ci, that evil cultist who killed the real person in order to escape!"

One of the white-bearded veterans pinched his fingers and said: "He ran in that direction. I have already notified Master Ling Yun to come, everyone can rest assured, we will chase after him!"

Qin Ci Yujian was flying, and Bai Zui could clearly see the people chasing after him not far away, and he said, "You can't get rid of them."

Qin Ci said without any fear on his face, "I know."

Bai Zui asked, "What are you going to do?"

Qin Ci raised his head and glanced at the sky, his voice came along with the wind.

"This is the last..."

A hundred years later.

On the edge of the cliff, the eyebrows of the enveloping thrush were extremely pale, and Gu Jing's unwavering black eyes exuded a icy chill, enough to make anyone who looked at him retreat.

A handsome man in black robe appeared behind Feng Jinhua, with a playful arc on the corner of his mouth, he said frivolously, "It's true that the sun is coming out from the west, the dignified Immortal Cultivation Realm Master Ling Yun invited me, a member of the Demon Cult, to meet here. "

Feng Shuhua turned his head and said indifferently: "I came to you to ask you about what happened here a hundred years ago, how much do you know about it?"

The man in black robe shrank his pupils and said with a sneer, "After a hundred years, what do you want to do when you mention this matter?"

"It took me a hundred years to recover from the crisis in the world of cultivating immortals. What I want to know will not be too late even if a thousand years have passed." Feng Jinhua said.

The black-robed man was silent for a while, sneered, and even said with a hint of teasing in his expression: "Okay, I can't beat you, so I must be honest, your good disciple Qin Ci back then, oh no, you have already kicked him out He has left the school, he is a member of my demon sect."

Feng Ruhua's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

And the man in the black robe continued: "At the beginning I sent Ruan Min to the world of cultivating immortals to obtain a magic weapon, but the process was ridiculous. She fell in love with Qin Ci and defied my orders. Qin Ci has great potential. Since Ruan Min is happy As for him, then I will make the decision and tell everyone in the Demon Cult to treat Qin Ci as their own when they see Qin Ci."

A sharp sword aura struck, and the man in black robe quickly backed away as if he had been prepared for a long time. He curled his lips into a smile, squinted at Feng Jinhua's figure holding a long knife, and said in his tone without any concealment of malice: "Are you surprised to learn the truth? Don't forget, the murderer who killed him is your good master!"

Feng Huahua's usually indifferent face was now cracked like a frozen lake, and the man in black robe disappeared in place while he was in a daze.

A gust of cool wind blows and blows the bundled hair enclosed in the painting. After a hundred years, the cliff remains the same as before.

"Master, trust me! Although this disciple has joined the Devil's Cult, he has never had any intention of harming others!"

"Really Ling Yun, it's so beautiful..."

"The master is so good-looking that the disciple forgot to hide after staring blankly."

"Master..."

Qin Ci's tears of blood were still vivid in his memory, and a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from Feng Shuhua's mouth. At this moment, his heart was in a state of confusion, and the pain gushing out of his heart was overwhelming.

Why didn't he believe it at the beginning... Qin Ci was clearly taught by him, so how could the other party be a spy of the Devil's Cult with his character and trust.

Feng Ruhua looked at the bottomless cliff, his whole body was cold, as if the coldness from the depths had invaded his body.

Had Qin Ci been thousands of times colder than this when he was down here...

Feng Ruhua closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

"I blamed you for my teacher..."

"I, Feng Jinhua, swear by my heart demon, no matter what Qin Ci's reincarnation becomes, I will find him, and I will never lose him forever, otherwise my cultivation will never go any further!" Feng Jinhua turned and left after finishing speaking.

On the edge of the cliff where there was no one, the howling wind sounded like mournful cries, echoing in the air for a long time.

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals soon learned that Master Ling Yun no longer practiced, and wandered around all walks of life looking for the reincarnation of Qin Ci, a spy of the Demon Cult who had been expelled from his master's school.

Finding the enclosed painting is eternal life.

Eternal life—seeking the one who cannot return.