I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying?

Chapter 365: Immortality, right? That's great!
Fuhai Community.

The setting sun shines into the house through the window.

The sandalwood furniture was covered with a faint golden glow, and tiny dust particles danced in the sunlight.

Qin Yang lay leisurely on the sofa, scrolling through the news on his phone, living a comfortable life.

"Come, Master, ah——"

Xiao Bai held the blue and white porcelain bowl in one hand, blew a breath of cool air into the medicinal food in the bowl, and then carefully passed the spoon to Qin Yang's mouth, "Be careful not to burn yourself."

Qin Yang opened his mouth and held the medicinal food on the spoon without even moving his eyes.

It is called a medicinal food, but in fact it is similar to Laba glutinous rice porridge. The rice grains are full and crystal clear, very sweet and refreshing.

"Is it delicious, Master?"

Xiaobai blinked, "It shouldn't be bitter, since I added so many steps."

"Yes, it tastes good."

Qin Yang nodded, chewed a few mouthfuls of the medicinal porridge, swallowed it, and burped comfortably.

With Xiaobai's care these days, I have almost recovered.

Of course, it’s not just Xiaobai’s help, it’s also closely related to other people’s supplements.

After learning that the young leader Qin Yang was injured, all the high-level members of Jianghai were shocked. The aftermath spread, and even the officials of the imperial capital were alarmed. They sent people to deliver various medicinal herbs overnight, such as Longsuizhi and Tiancao...
In fact, many people even want to take the opportunity to visit in person!

It seemed that someone was about to come over.

Elder Li and the commander hurriedly stopped them outside, and declined to meet with other outsiders on the grounds that the young gang leader needed to recuperate.

With such superior treatment, Qin Yang just lay on the bed without moving.

The raw materials for this healing activity are continuously delivered to the Fuhai Community every day and then prepared by Xiaobai himself.

"Master, the porridge is gone."

Xiaobai stirred the empty bowl and ran to the kitchen, "I will make another bowl."

"Ah."

Qin Yang watched Xiaobai run away. He had been lying at home with nothing to do these days, thanks to the little fox who was by his side. Li Daoming and the others also came over often.

In his spare time, he passed the time and mentioned many secrets of his family and the superintendent.

The days passed leisurely.

Just now.

Boom boom boom!
There was a sudden knock on the door. Xiaobai walked halfway into the kitchen, then put down the bowl, turned back and ran to the door and opened it.

It’s Li Qinghe.

"Why is it you, stinky woman?"

Xiao Bai frowned, crossed his arms and looked disgusted, "You have nothing better to do than to come and ask my master to cook for you!"

"Hmm? Am I that kind of person?"

Li Qinghe looked over Xiaobai's shoulder and directly at Qin Yang behind her. "My master asked me to come here. Don't do that in public."

Half an hour ago, Qin Yang suddenly sent me a text message. After receiving the message, I put down what I was doing and rushed over immediately.

"Come and sit down if you are here."

Qin Yang heard the voice, stood up from the sofa, and stepped on his slippers, "I heard the owner of the museum mentioned it before, your Li family seems to have a space magic weapon, or is it a family heirloom?

Do you still remember this?"

"Master, are you talking about the Empty Spirit Bottle?"

Li Qinghe came to the coffee table, his eyebrows slightly frowned, "Yes, the Void Bottle is our Li family's heirloom. It was made by our ancestors using Void Crystals and space formations."

"Yes, that's it!"

Qin Yang nodded with satisfaction when he heard this.

When Li Daoming came to visit a few days ago, he only mentioned it casually.

But I still remember it clearly.

After all, a top-level space secret treasure can hold a lot of things, far more than a small spiritual tool like the Star Ring can compare to. It fits my next plan!
Thinking of this, Qin Yang looked at Li Qinghe and said bluntly:

"This empty spirit bottle is useful to me. If I want to borrow it, can you see if there is a back door?"

Saying,

He added: "Of course, I won't ask you Li family for help for nothing. If you need anything, just let me know. I think I can satisfy you."

"what?"

Li Qinghe was stunned again, "Master, what do you want the empty spirit bottle for?"

The Kongling Bottle is a family heirloom of the Li family. It is very difficult to lend it out, so it is usually not loaned out.

But in a flash, thinking of Qin Yang's hard work for Jiang Hai these days, Li Qinghe hesitated and shook his head again.

"Forget it, I'd better not ask any more questions."

She twisted the corner of her clothes, pursed her lips slightly, and said hesitantly: "The Empty Spirit Bottle is our Li family's heirloom. Normally, it is never lent out. If it were an outsider, it would definitely not be allowed."

"However, if it is what you want, Master, I can discuss it with the elders of the clan and should be able to set a precedent."

……

.......
Time flies by.

A few days later.

The sky above the Dali Mountains is shrouded in clouds and mist.

Rows of egrets take off.

Qin Yang rode on the Ziwei Divine Sword and flew back to the place where he was sealed last time.

Looking from a distance, layers of fog surrounded the foothills, the land was barren, and the top of the mountain was completely bare.

And beneath this formation, there was a violent red light surging.

The Beast God was seen sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​blood, his skull flying everywhere and his body covered with horrific wounds.

Lines of blood were wrapped around his body, constantly repairing the missing parts. It was obvious that he had just escaped from a round of sword energy and was entering a stage of recuperation.

"Beast God, I haven't seen you for a while. You look a little haggard..."

Qin Yang floated above the formation and used his divine sense to send a message to him: "Why is half of your head gone?"

"Humph! Qin Yang, what are you doing back here again?!"

In the formation, the Beast God opened his mouth angrily, and his divine sense traced back to Qin Yang's breath with hatred, "Are you here to watch the joke? One day, I will kill you with my own hands!

Today, thousands of swords pierced my heart, I will remember them all..."

"..."

Furious roars continued to be heard, but Qin Yang smiled and did not respond, as if he did not hear it. He silently opened the star ring and took out a small celadon bottle from it.

The bottle body is as white as jade, without any dust on it, but when you look inside from the mouth of the bottle, it seems to be bottomless.

"Mt. Sumeru can contain a mustard seed, and a mustard seed can contain Mount Sumeru."

This is exactly the empty bottle that Li Qinghe was looking for!

Qin Yang turned the bottle and looked at its structure with interest.

The Ziwei Sword under his feet pulled away, turned into a purple light and returned to his hand, revealing the sharp and cold sword light.

The gleaming sword light made the mountain range as bright as day.

"Hmm? What are you going to do?"

In the formation, the Beast God sensed Qin Yang's movements outside, and a disdainful sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Are you still planning to kill me?"

"Just give up! I have an immortal body and a lifespan as long as the sky. If you have the guts, destroy my consciousness!"

"Immortal?"

Hearing this, Qin Yang's satisfied smile became even more intense. The porcelain bottle in his palm hovered, emitting a dazzling white light. With his other hand, he held the Ziwei Divine Sword and slowly approached the edge of the Ten Directions Demon Sealing Array.

"That's just what I want!"

(End of this chapter)