My sister took me to Xiuxian

"Son of God, you are talking nonsense. My name is Ye Yi, not Qiu Yi." The young man said calmly. In front of Mi Yin at present, he was not worried about these things at all.

"Qiu Yi, if you don't let me live well, I won't let you live well either." The Holy Son of Emperor Qian shouted angrily, struggled to get up, and rushed towards the young man with a violent breath.

"Be careful, he's going to self-destruct and die with us." Qiu Yi himself didn't care, but Mi Yin reacted first and was about to pounce on the boy next to him.

But how could the girl whose wounds had not yet healed be faster than the boy who was always prepared? She only felt her body lighten and she was picked up horizontally. In the blood light that was rushing into the sky, she retreated about a hundred feet in a moment.

When the slightly fishy air swept in front of the two of them, it could only faintly blow her soft black hair.

"You...Brother Ye...put me down quickly..." The woman, who came to her senses after being startled, was full of shyness. It would have been fine if she had just been healing her wounds, but now she was in this position where he held her horizontally with his hands through her arms and legs, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"The body explodes and the soul escapes. Is this what you mean by not letting me have an easy life?" Qiu Yi ignored the girl, just looked into the distance at the horizon and sneered.

"Hey, did he run away?" Miyin turned her head and looked in the direction the boy was looking. There seemed to be a golden light moving quickly in that direction.

"He can't run away."

"???"

The woman seemed to still be in doubt, but then a ferocious and violent dark thunder fell from the sky and swallowed up the soul of the Holy Son of Emperor Qian.

"What is this?" The dazzling thunder reflected in her pupils, making her soul tremble.

"Fairy Miyin, why don't you leave first? This place will become a place of trouble soon." Qiu Yi gently put Fairy Jingling down, but the woman probably hadn't recovered from the shock just now. She staggered and buried her head in the young man's arms again.

"..." Qiu Yi raised the corner of his mouth and joked: "Fairy, you are a monk, you should know that men and women should not touch each other, don't use your status as a saint to take advantage of me!"

"!!!"

Saint Miyin really couldn't control herself. She gritted her teeth and glared at him angrily. After a while, she remembered something and asked directly, "What did you mean by that just now?"

"If Her Highness the Saint can't stand the loneliness and wants to find a lover, I think I am qualified to do the job."

"..." The woman was immediately upset: "I was talking about the previous sentence, what do you mean by this place of right and wrong..."

This time, she didn't even finish her words when a cold gaze swept across her from a distance, causing her heart to palpitate instantly.

that is……

The thunder and lightning in the sky began to move, and under the thunder and lightning, a ferocious figure like a demon was slowly walking towards this side, raising his pale face and revealing a cruel smile.

"Did that person leave just to send a message to Qiu Yi?" The woman's eyes were clearly filled with fear, and her fists that were grabbing Qiu Yi's clothes were clenched so tightly that her delicate and fair finger bones turned white. This was an invisible fear.

"maybe."

Qiu Yi spoke calmly. Just now he just wanted to give it a try and lure the other party out through the Black Sky Thunder, but he didn't expect it to be successful.

The situation had developed to this point, and he felt that he needed to meet with this person alone. At least there were some things he really wanted to talk to him about.

"Brother Ye, what are you doing..."

Saint Miyin was still in shock, but the next moment she found that she was flying up. She was thrown away by Qiu Yi. The palaces and stone pillars were flying away from her quickly, including the figure of the young man.

"Don't think too much, Saint. Men also need some private space, right?"

The boy's playful voice lingered in her ears, but he himself was faced with the roaring thunder.

The Holy Maiden of Pure Spirit fell to the ground and stared at the scene blankly, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

But when she wanted to go and help, the sky was furious, and one after another blood-red, turquoise and even golden thunder turned into a torrential sea of ​​thunder and fell down, as if to destroy the world.

. . . . . .

The thunder calamity was devastating, and everything turned into scorched earth. This was a power that was enough to destroy the world, but there were only two figures now under the thunder, bathing in the endless lightning, but there were no signs of injury.

"I didn't expect you to be able to use the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. I really underestimated you!"

The man spoke, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with confusion and madness.

"You're crazy." Ignoring him, Qiu Yi looked at him for a long time before speaking softly.

"Crazy? How could I be crazy? I will soon pass the sixth level of heavenly tribulation. In the future, I will become a saint and a master. I will trample everyone under my feet. How can I be crazy?"

The man stared at him viciously, licking his teeth with his scarlet tongue, as if he was ready to welcome the upcoming feast.

"Do you still remember your name?" Qiu Yi continued to ask.

The atmosphere was very strange. From the outside, thunder was resonating and the aura of destruction was turbulent. However, inside, everything was so calm that the two of them could actually maintain normal communication.

"My name? My name is Xu Shan? My name is Qiu Yi? No, my name is Xu Shan! No, my name is Qiu Yi? No, my name is Xu Shan? No, my name is Qiu Yi! No, my name is..."

The man held his head and roared twice, then raised his head and showed a cruel look to Qiu Yi: "It seems that I am sick again. You just came to my door, so let me eat you? This way I can stay awake."

"???"

Qiu Yi was speechless. What kind of disease was it that required eating humans to cure it? It wasn't like he was starving himself, right?

"Are you sure I'll wake up after eating it?"

"Of course, I..." The man raised his hand, and the Dark Sky Thunder spread out layer by layer, like mountains upon mountains, as if to trap Qiu Yi in it forever.

Qiu Yi looked at him quietly, his voice more calm than ever before: "Xu Shan, have you ever thought that you might have died a long time ago?"

The roar of thunder suddenly stopped, and the man looked up in confusion, but soon turned into overwhelming anger: "What are you talking about? I'm clearly alive and well, how could I be dead?"

The yellow lightning came roaring like a thousand horses galloping, but Qiu Yi didn't care. At this moment, the vast number of thunders were like docile elves, surrounding him obediently for him to drive at will.

Looking at the man in front of him, he entered a strange state. His mind was more peaceful than he had imagined, and his thinking was clearer than ever before.

He explained slowly, "In the place where I have lived for more than ten years, there is a saying that people will experience two kinds of death in their lifetime.

The first is physical death, when life comes to an end, the soul returns to nothingness, and the whole person loses vitality.

The second type of social death refers to the deeds he has done and the things he left behind, including his career, his descendants, and his legacy. When all these disappear, his social relationships, to use the words of the immortal world here, mean that his cause and effect are severed, and he no longer exists in the world.

Which one do you think you are? Now everyone calls you Qiu Yi instead of Xu Shan. "

"So what? I'm still alive and well. I'm here now. How could I be dead?" the man shouted. The more he faced this calm expression, the more turbulent his heart became, and he couldn't calm down.

Qiu Yi looked at him quietly, his eyes were inconceivably clear. He took out a mirror and pointed it in his direction: "Why don't you look at it yourself?"

The man was stunned. He looked there with wide eyes. In the mirror was an extremely handsome face, with starry eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a face like a jade... Even though it was distorted, one could still praise him as a handsome man.

"This... this is not me, this is definitely not me... you..." The man was restless and flustered, and angrily scolded the young man.

But when he saw the young man, he fell into an unprecedented panic. The young man's appearance at this moment was too similar to what he saw in the mirror just now.

"What kind of illusion did you cast on me? It definitely wasn't me!" The man's hair was disheveled and he was panting. He was even more crazy than before and felt like he was really going crazy.

How could he become like this?

It's fine if I changed my name unconsciously, but why would I change my appearance like this...

"I didn't cast any magic. How do you think a person is dead? You are using someone else's identity and power, and you can't even tell who you are. Do you think you are still alive? Are you sure you really want to do what you are doing?

But on the other hand, I thought of another possibility. If a person is really dead, but the world itself is unwilling to let him go, for years, decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even millions of years, there will always be some people who miss that person.

They may be angry and slander, or swear mercilessly, or search curiously, or miss him/her... Will they really bring that person back to life?

Or in this case, that person actually didn't die at all. He deliberately let some people go, letting them or them always miss him and never forget him. So that he can reappear in the world when the time is right?"

At this point, the spear that had been hanging in the qi sea could no longer hold on, the light on its body flickered, and the fluctuations in its breath were abnormal.

Damn it, stop talking nonsense, you have to be responsible for what you say!

Chapter 16: Girl, Spit It Out

The spear no longer had the intention of hanging itself, and it flew wildly above the Qi Sea.

The main reason was that what Qiu Yi said was too sensational. Even though it was a weapon, it made people feel cold after hearing it.

Not to mention people like Yin Huang, Feng Yuqi, and Huang Ling, even if these people brought back memories of the past after being reborn, at most they would just hate Qiu Yi and would not do anything extreme.

Because they already have a complete image of Qiu Yi in their hearts, no matter whether he is insulted or slandered, they can only express regret and indignation when they know that the other party is very likely to die.

But for those who are unaware, it’s a different story.

For example, the Immortal Master Xuantian, if he messes around a bit, with his strength and thirst for knowledge, it is not so easy to get away with it.

For a strong man like this who stands at the pinnacle of the world, he won't be able to sleep at night if he doesn't understand some things!

Since Immortal Master Xuantian is like this, then Immortal Master Huangji will naturally not be outdone. How many people know what this Immortal Master has done?

The Immortal Venerable Youhuang is even worse than that. After becoming an Immortal Venerable, this woman has been busy with this matter almost all her life, except for getting rid of the demon from outer space who is endangering the world.

Perhaps their reckless actions cannot bring the dead back to life, but what if these unintentional actions cause Qiu Yi's path to begin to revive?

Once the Great Dao revives and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder rages, it dares not even think about what consequences will result.

No one knows what consequences this will lead to, but if it really leads to an irreversible situation, then...

"Are you talking about yourself?"

Amid the roaring thunder, the man looked at Qiu Yi with great anger. Under such a huge stimulation, his mind became unusually clear.

The ability to manipulate the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder at will, and the appearance that is exactly the same as his current self, what are they referring to, explicitly or implicitly? Can't he tell?

"This is just my speculation. After all, I have learned four types of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, but I still haven't recovered any of my memories. In addition, the place where I was born is not here. Obviously, these are all inexplicable, which means that my speculation is not necessarily correct. However, I think you may bring me some answers in a certain sense."

Qiu Yi's mentality became more and more calm. In his clear eyes, there was no trace of solemnity in facing a strong enemy, but only curiosity and expectation.

It was as if this moment had been waited for a long time.

"You go to hell!"

Finally, the boy’s arrogant attitude made the man completely explode. He could no longer care about anything else and attacked without hesitation.

Many times, he admitted that he could do anything for power, that he could even kill his fellow disciples for the sake of some mysterious temptation, and that he could do anything he wanted for a bright future, even if it would make him no longer himself.

He could endure all this and accept all this because everything he did was just to prove that he was right.

Even if the little ghost in front of him is the real Qiu Yi resurrected, so what? No matter whether he is an ancient great being who wants to resurrect the world, as long as he eats him together, does it really matter who Qiu Yi is?

As long as he could replace him, he would be Qiu Yi, and everything the other person had would be his.

"Okay, since you are Qiu Yi, and I am also Qiu Yi, why don't we merge the two of us and then see who is the real leader between us."

It seemed that his belief was strengthened once again. He felt as if he was one step closer to Qiu Yi, and his aura became more condensed.

The man let out a loud roar, as if to build up his confidence. The energy in his body was boiling, and he almost turned into a sea of ​​light as he rushed forward.

Sensing the changes in the external situation and atmosphere, Chang Qiang was really scared. The man's words, which sounded like both firm belief and self-abandonment, actually really, really brought out some of Qiu Yi's charm. The thunder from the sky was about to be controlled by him at this moment.

This……

No way, this is really going to be a mess!

That person's identity is too special, mainly because of the suppression of the innate Dao rhyme, which is invincible and unmatched. It is an absolute crushing above the supreme level. If there is no way to deal with it, even a saint will have a headache facing the Dao rhyme of "Qiu Yi".

However, facing this situation, Qiu Yi himself was unusually calm. He did not rush or slow down. He did not draw the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, nor did he activate the Supreme Sword Energy, or use his forbidden magical powers. He just took out the spear leisurely, stroked the smooth and shiny gun body, and spoke softly.

"Last time, you told me that you didn't use it this way. So what is your real way of using it?" He actually had the leisure to communicate with the spear itself.

"you……"

The spear made a clear and resonant sound. There was no doubt that this guy seemed to have entered the same state as the last time he fought with the Immortal Master Xuantian.

But last time he had Yuxiu's help, and this time, could it be that he was re-inspired by the influence of the masculine aura on the other side?

How could this be? Since the other party was able to attract the spirit of "Qiu Yi", this person should be able to do it as well!

Why can't he do it?

The spear did not answer, and Qiu Yi himself did not say much. He picked up the spear and stabbed it out, facing the man in front.

This shot returned to its original simplicity, plain and natural. It had no harmony with the great way and no tremendous divine power, but it changed the color of the sky and the earth.

One shot!

Just one shot!

The clanging sound shook the heaven and earth, blood burst out, and with a shrill scream, a brief vacuum appeared in the entire sea of ​​thunder.

A gun was fired, plain and ordinary at first, but the final moment made the mountains and rivers pale in comparison, the sun and moon dimmed. With just one move, the man who borrowed the charm of "Qiu Yi" was pierced and lifted up, hanging in the air!

The bright red blood slid down the tip of the gun, sad, beautiful and enchanting.

The spear made a humming sound.

understood!

It understands!

Why didn't Qiu Yi use the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to fight against the sword, why didn't he use his forbidden magical powers.

Because what he used was not the Yuandao Shenxiao Sutra, but the Taicang Wujie Sutra!

The first of the five calamities of Taicang.