Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 473 It's all because of love→_→

"It's not like that, Junquan, listen to my explanation."

Qiling was in a panic that he had never seen before. He had never seen Junquan's back so cold. They were best friends, weren't they.

"You have also seen the changes in Chiming's body. That terrifying face, that bewitching wing. The god of the sky's catastrophe prophecy has already begun in the dark. This demon star can't stay, he is your death Zed, I can't just watch you die, so I can only..."

"So you can only kill him, right?"

Junquan turned his head, his silver eyes were full of coldness, and he looked at his close friend as if he was looking at a stranger, "I didn't tell you earlier, even if Xiaochi is my death, I will protect him."

For the first time, there was a rift between the two childhood friends.

The crack is huge, like a chasm, which cannot be crossed.

"Qi Ling, I misread you."

Lord Priest's face was instantly pale, like deep snow in the wilderness.

"Let's go. Brother Huang and Hong Mian are still waiting for you. Don't worry about Xiao Chi's affairs."

Monarch Quan slammed into his arms and hugged his broken body, with a voice as elegant as the wind and as light as water, and said in a resolute whisper, "Don't worry about my business."

Qi Ling received a huge blow and took two steps back in a row, her eyes blank.

in spite of?

This is absolutely not possible!
The priest took a few deep breaths and calmed down his painful mood. After three breaths, his slender eyes were calm again: "Don't be excited, just talk nonsense. I'll go to the palace first and treat the red crown prince. , come back and leave Baishan to see you."

Monarch has always turned his back on him and ignored him.

Qi Ling sighed heavily, took a deep look at the back of her best friend, unfolded her seven wings behind her, transformed herself into Changhong, and flew towards the top of the Tianjiang Yu Palace.

Beneath the sky, there is only the lonely cry of the peacock, which does not stop for a long time.

Junquan bit his lip tightly, and that scream, to him, was another kind of lingering punishment.

"Xiao Chi, Master will take you home."

He carefully hugged the blood-soaked teenager in his arms, and a sad arc appeared on the corner of his lips, "It's the teacher's fault. In the future, no one can hurt you. Not even Qi Ling."

Chi Ming is like a well-behaved bird, snuggling up in the arms of the master, with bright red eyes and gentle pupils.

"Your father doesn't want you, I want you. I am your uncle and your master. I will take good care of you."

"Brother Huang dislikes you for being a one-winged waste? How could our little Chi be a waste? Look at how beautiful these three scarlet wings are. You can force Qi Ling to even take out the halberd of the sky. How much worse than the red crown."

"You have to remember that you are the best. When you go back, Master will help you connect the broken wings. In the future, we will fly together in the sky."

Chi Ming is very quiet, listening silently, his heart is overflowing with warmth.

He knew that Master was not a talkative person, but he told him so much today, and he really treated himself as a son to love him.For his own sake, he even gave up the century-old friendship with Qiling Priest.

Just when Junquan was about to leave, Chiming blinked and saw Jiang Louyue lying on the ground and fainted.

Her hands were blood, and it was the wound cut by the blade in front of the halberd in the sky while she was protecting herself.At that time, she had clearly been hit by Qi Ling's Crane Snow Dance and was heavily poisoned, but she still rushed up to save herself without hesitation.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Can you bring that oriental girl back to Liubai Mountain? Without her, the disciple would probably have died long ago."

"really?"

Junquan's clear silver eyes fell on Jiang Louyue's body, her beautiful brows were lightly frowned, and she worriedly said, "She has blue lips, dark blue eyes, and a blood line behind her ears, it must be the poison of Hedinghong. .Can't delay."

With a wave of the silver-red long sleeves, Jun Quan tucked Jiang Louyue's body between the two wings in the center behind him and carefully protected it.

Then, his other six wings fluttered, heading towards Liubai Mountain.

*****
"Qiling, you are finally here. Come and see Hong Mian, his condition is getting worse and worse."

Yuhuang is a handsome middle-aged man with a very dignified face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, strong body, five points similar to Junquan's eyebrows, but his stature is a whole size larger than Junquan.Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and ten golden wings behind it, it symbolizes Wushang's right and supreme power.

"Follow your orders, Emperor Yu!"

Qi Ling looked respectful, walked to the edge of the dragon couch, and looked over her head.

What caught my eye was Hongmian's crimson hair, rebellious face, and a layer of suspicious dark demonic energy floating on the white cheeks.At the same time, there was a terrifying huge sword mark on his chest, from the left shoulder all the way to the right waist, slanting down.

Hong Mian was not wearing a shirt, and a white gauze bandage was wrapped around her thin chest.

However, the black and red blood penetrated layer by layer, and the color can be described as shocking.

"Emperor Yu, can this minister take a look at the red crown prince's wound and untie the bandage?" Qi Ling asked.

Emperor Yu nodded: "Yes."

Qi Ling took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and untied the blood-stained bandages layer by layer. The wound was ten times worse than expected - black flesh, rotting, jagged wounds, dense The dark magic energy is tirelessly eroding into the texture of the inner layer.

Too serious!

If you let the dark magic energy continue to erode, it will invade your internal organs for at most half a day.If the internal organs are rotten, then, even if the god of the sky appears, it will not be able to save the red crown.

"How's it going?" Yu Huang looked anxious, "My emperor, is there any help?"

"Let me give it a try."

Qi Ling's face was dignified, her hands clasped together, her seven wings spread out behind her, and the colorful streamer turned, exuding a quiet luster, "Dance of Clearance!"

This is an extremely soft dance, and even the dance moves are extremely slow. Between the turning of the wings, the circles of colorful streamers converge in the air and merge into a holy white light, like ripples, shrouding the red crown.

This is where the priest is powerful.

But all the divine envoys chosen by the god of the sky can transform into a certain amount of spiritual power of light to purify the calamity and demonic obstacles.

The dark demonic energy entrenched in the red-crowned ferocious wound dissipated a little after coming into contact with [Dance of Clearance], and the dark black turned into light gray.

"It's useful!" Emperor Yu was overjoyed when he saw that Aiko was saved.

A dance of clear air, three times in a row, lasted about a stick of incense.

Qi Ling went all out, sweating profusely, and the spiritual power of her whole body wasted seven, seven, eight, eight.Although this Dance of Clearance was the only non-combat type among the seven dances he mastered, it was the most difficult and cost-intensive one.

(End of this chapter)