Arknights, are you a good person?

He felt unexpectedly surprised and looked up at Qi Yuan, but was extremely surprised to see that lightning rose in Qi Yuan's hand again.

And it was red lightning that I had never seen before.

"Take my thunder blade."

Qi Yuan raised the thunder and swept it across. He wielded the red lightning like a knife. In an instant, the slashing blow mixed with the red lightning completely submerged the year-old's body.

"what--?"

It disappeared in an instant, leaving only smoke at the scene.

He left no last words, and certainly no auspicious words or two.

"Have you ever seen this thunder technique?"

Qi Yuan sighed and clapped his hands in a relaxed tone: "Although you are the ancestor of all the talismans and Taoist magic in Yan Country, can't I just not use traditional thunder magic? What's the difficulty?"

This move is called [Lance Shanks's Thunder Blade] and costs 1000 public virtues.

When the dust settled, Qi Yuan quickly looked towards the scene where the smoke was drifting. With a thought, all the dust in the dream world instantly fell to the ground.

Qi Yuan saw something that looked like a fragment of a mirror, floating in the air, like a vague and dreamy shadow. The space around it was a little unstable, as if it could not bear this priceless thing.

"Is this the fragment of the Sui Beast?"

Qi Yuan stared at the fragments carefully, trying to figure out some tricks of the lightning talisman technique.

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Yan Country, Baizao, outside the mobile city.

Without any warning of natural disasters, a mountain suddenly began to shake violently. On the top of the mountain was a pair of large alloy doors. At this moment, a very loud and resounding sound of banging doors was heard from the deep mountains, continuously and echoing throughout the wilderness.

"Qi Yuan!"

"Qi Yuan!"

The right agent I finally found is gone.

The great dream power that I encountered by chance flew away.

Being severely suppressed by Qi Yuan was the greatest humiliation of all.

"What on earth is that deep red lightning? It wasn't born from me at all, but something he made up himself..." Sui muttered to himself. The chaotic aura in the mausoleum trembled, and the dull sound of banging on the door was heard again.

"It doesn't matter, I can still..."

The year-old's soliloquy suddenly stopped. He observed himself, and the chaotic gas gradually began to tremble violently, as if it did not dare to admit the reality.

"Where is my authority?"

"Where is the authority of words that I just recovered?!"

Even more desperate and resentful voices echoed in the mausoleum, the mountains seemed to be howling, and in an instant the heaven and earth mourned together.

"Qi Yuan, you...you..."

"Heaven hates it!"

542: Qi Yuan didn't wake up, and everyone was worried

"Heaven hates it! Heaven hates it!"

The entire mausoleum was shaking with wailing. Countless thousand-year-old trees were destroyed, countless rocks rolled down, and spider-web-like cracks spread across the entire land, stretching for hundreds of miles.

The anger and fear of the years are endless.

"Where is my authority? Where is the authority that I finally got back? Why didn't it return with the death of my agent?"

“Where did my authority go?”

If Sui could still condense into a physical body at this moment, his eyes would surely turn red at this instant. Unfortunately, he had lost his power and could not even do that. Chaos surged in the dark mausoleum, and he vowed to hunt down Qi Yuan until the end of time.

"This time, my death is not bad..."

Just as he was celebrating his only gain, Sui gradually became silent.

He suddenly realized that he had forgotten exactly how he died. He only remembered that a red light instantly engulfed him, and he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and then he lost consciousness.

That red light should be... sword energy?

If that was the Thunder Method, it meant that Qi Yuan had already completed the process from learning to mastering it, and then completely breaking away from the old system, getting rid of the influence of the years, and walking out a path of his own.

"Is this guy... twenty years old?"

Sui's first reaction was that it was impossible. This process would take a lot of time, at least thousands of years. In Taifu's lineage, the Thunder Method has been passed down for several generations, and until today it has not been a big deal for Sui.

Although Qi Yuan is a genius, time is his biggest constraint.

Sui originally wanted to say this, but when he thought of all the outrageous signs after his contact with Qi Yuan, he suddenly became uncertain again.

"Uh…uh…hmm?"

In the pitch-black mausoleum, the aura of chaos surged.

Sui thought about it for a long time, but until this moment, he still didn't understand how he was killed. The entanglement with reality and the fear of prophecy always entangled Sui, and his soul would not go away.

"I don't want to die."

Sui said silently that this was his first time making a wish. Before this, Sui didn’t even know what despair felt like.

He waited for death in despair.

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“Is He dead?”

Among the thirty-six peaks outside Shangshu, the patrolling real dragon was extremely majestic and nervous. He quietly lifted the pearl curtain in front of him and asked in a low voice.

“Not even close.”

The Grand Tutor also stared at the 30-year-old agent, not daring to look away for a moment.

This is a serious matter. The Master has never encountered such a situation before and dares not make any guarantees.

During the waiting time, the Grand Tutor dismissed the waiting Heavenly Master Corps and the local officials of Shangshu. The previously bustling scene became somewhat empty.

Only Zhenlong and Taifu remained where they were, ready for battle.

The Taifu's hand was always on Zhenlong's shoulder, ready to run away at any time. With his speed, he could teleport to Baizao with Zhenlong the moment Sui opened his eyes, and begin to command the army that was on standby to defeat Sui.

All of this cannot be lost.

at a certain moment.

The frowning Sui suddenly let out a shrill scream, his eyes widened and stared fiercely at the sky, as if shooting out two rays of resentment. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and his whole body suddenly exploded.

"Qi Yuan!"

The 30-year-old agent only had time to shout two words before he suddenly exploded, and his body immediately shattered into pieces.

"Wow~"

The real dragon opened its mouth wide and did not close it for a long time.

After a long while, he raised his arms happily, and the majestic crown fell to the ground with a bang, without the real dragon even looking at it.

"Won!"

The Grand Tutor nodded, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his serious face. The old man walked forward stealthily, picked up the crown tassel that had fallen on the ground calmly, and brushed off the dust on it.

"I'm not actually surprised."

Zhenlong slowly put down his hand: "It should be a natural feeling. Isn't it said that Qi Yuan's Chixiao swordsmanship is exactly the same as that of the ancestor? He is born to be a miracle maker."

"What your Majesty said is absolutely true."

Seeing that the real dragon was unwilling to wear the crown, the old tutor put it away without saying a word:

"I am also a little curious. Qi Yuan was able to defeat the 24-year-old agent. How far has his swordsmanship been cultivated?"

"I am also very curious."

Zhenlong nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

However, Zhenlong and the Grand Tutor waited for a long time, but Qi Yuan did not wake up. The excitement on his face disappeared, and he suddenly became extremely peaceful.

It was as if I had fallen into a deep sleep.

"What's going on?" Zhenlong pushed aside the soft couch given by the emperor, held Qi Yuan's shoulders with both hands, and shook him gently twice.

"Why didn't Qi Yuan wake up?"

"Maybe... they are doing the final finishing work."

The old tutor had never seen such a scene before and was just making a simple guess. Both he and Zhenlong felt a little worried.

Qi Yuan, why aren't you getting up yet?

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On the other hand, in sharp contrast to the desperate Sui, the worried Zhenlong and Taifu, Qi Yuan had already set up a celebratory banquet in his dream, and the scene was full of joy.

"Let me urge you to drink another glass of wine." Ling said, holding up the wine gourd.

Qi Yuan did not wake up in a hurry. With a thought, the scene in his dream gradually changed and turned into the small pavilion halfway up the mountain, where Qi Yuan and Ling met.

Reiwa Shigetake finally walked out from the audience.

"Today is a good day, let's drink some wine."

Between the clouds and the forests, Ling, with an impatient look on his face, handed Qi Yuan a small wine glass made of condensed clouds and automatically filled it with a glass of sharp white wine.

Seeing Qi Yuan was a little hesitant, Ling smiled and explained: "If you drink in a dream, you won't get drunk outside."

"OK then."

Qi Yuan felt relieved and picked up the wine glass, taking a sip of the white wine:

"A little spicy."

"I thought you would have some better words to describe wine." Ling picked up the gourd and took a big sip. "After all, the saying 'drink as long as you drink' came out of your mouth."

"It's not like I don't drink at all." Qi Yuan immediately retorted.

"Ok."

Ling nodded.

Having said that, drinking the low-alcohol cocktails prepared by Easter does not seem to have anything to do with "drinking" in Ling's opinion.

"Thank you for your hard work this time."

Zhongyue was grateful from the bottom of his heart, and Qi Yuan immediately gained +1 in public morality.

The glowing fragments were suspended in the center of the pavilion. The space around them was constantly distorting. The power was competing with the dream world. Two completely equal powers were fighting desperately.

It didn't even have a way to move, so Qi Yuan built a pavilion exactly the same as the previous one and placed it in the center of the pavilion.

543: Little Motou meets his brothers and sisters

"Is this the fragment of Jie's power?"

Qi Yuan asked curiously, looking at the gold coins carefully.

Although it is just an unformed fragment, at a glance, one can already feel the literary spirit that comes towards him. It is a mixture of poetry and calligraphy, a kind of elegance that is hard to describe.

Looking at the struggling fragments and feeling the familiar breath that he had not seen for a long time, Ling's wine gourd tilted slightly, and a long river of wine immediately poured into his stomach.

"It is indeed Jie's aura, absolutely genuine."

Zhong Yue also said with emotion: "The third sister is usually both graceful and lively, and has a good relationship with Wang. Her personality is also left in the fragments of power and revealed along with her aura."

It seemed that there were only three people drinking, but in fact, when everything settled down, the three people who were drinking also tried to invite Xi to come out, drink together and see her three wines.

But as expected, things went unexpectedly wrong.

After the painting was unfolded, no matter how they knocked on the door, no sound came from the painting, as if Xi had never existed from the beginning.

Pretend not to be home.

"Little Motou is introverted."

Ling and Zhongyue said in unison, not finding it troublesome, and just shook their heads lovingly.