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Qing Huan gritted his teeth.

In Qi Wan's life, she was trapped in a small area of ​​​​the capital. Even though she longed to practice medicine and help the world, in the end she was forced to die in the palace.

In this life, she was fortunate enough to travel further and see a wider world.

There are also things that I want to protect.

If death was on both her left and right, she could never just accept her fate.

Qing Hui's eyes were scarlet, and the spells she had learned in boredom during those days in Xuanjingtian came to mind. She didn't know if they could be used here, but at this time, she had no other way out.

Just have to try it.

She quietly mobilized the remaining spiritual power in her body and recited the mantra silently. When the last sentence was formed, the corners of her lips trembled slightly and she uttered one word,

"Disperse!"

The next moment, her body spread out in Qingluo's hands, turning into thousands of red leaves, falling in the distance, and then condensing into human form.

It worked!
In the past, as a half-demon, she could only transform between the human form and the original form, and could not truly use her body as a spirit. Later, in Xuanjingtian, the red leaf she took out from under the pillow entered her body, and she inexplicably became involved in it. I learned many novel techniques.

One of them is to use one's body as a spirit to completely integrate one's body and spiritual power. In this way, every leaf is her and has her power, but every leaf is condensed by spiritual power. Neither is the real her.

Qing Hui was just a mortal before this, and he only knew a little bit about cultivation.

These magic techniques, which can be called immortal arts, were something she had never imagined before.

Those people didn't know that they had been cultivating for decades, hundreds or even thousands of years. As for her, she was so unlucky that she encountered big perverts like Chang Li and Qing Luo just after contacting them.

After proving that those techniques could be used, Qing Hui felt a little more confident.

Although she couldn't guarantee that she could stop Qing Luo, she could at least delay it for a while.

Maybe we can really take the opportunity to run out and find His Majesty, so that even if we can't save the people in Guizhou City, we can at least defend Silingzhou.

Thinking of this, Qing Hui no longer hesitated, stopped entangled with Qing Luo, and flew towards the distance.

But how could Qing Luo let her go so easily? No matter how fast Qing Hui was, he couldn't move faster than Qing Luo, the former little Qing Long.

Before reaching the gate of Guizhou City, Qingluo stopped Qing Hui again.

"You really surprised me. I went to the Ghost Ruins Fantasy Land and even learned the Spiritual Heart Technique."

Qing Luo looked at her with interest and said, "I actually don't want to kill you that much. Why don't you surrender to me? When I, the Ghost Ruins, unify the three realms, you will have a place, how about it?"

"Not at all." Qing Hui didn't talk nonsense. Isn't it just you chasing me and running away? She dispersed her body again, turned into pieces of red leaves, and dispersed everywhere.

As a result, Qingluo was swept by a gust of wind, knocking her to the ground again and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Stop struggling, do you really think that you can escape from the ghost ruins with your little skills?" Qing Luo curled his lips and smiled slightly: "Look at what is behind you?"

Qing Hui's expression was frozen, and he turned around, only to see the dense army of ghosts outside the city. In an instant, they turned into ghosts in the ghost ruins, and rushed towards Guizhou City with bared teeth and claws.

The space between heaven and earth was also covered with a thin layer of blood, as if trapped under a net.

There is no escape.

A pale hand suddenly reached into Qing Hui's body.

Qing Hui lowered his head and was suddenly stunned.

Qing Luo retracted his hand, his open palm still dripping with blood, "A careless person?"