Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

What Guobeng said was really good, and the dragon disaster was indeed the work of Abyss.

Qingye Fengyin could feel the abyss in the depths of the temple.

They walked along the narrow corridor, the surrounding scenery was dark and ominous, Amber didn't feel conscious, the girl with a big heart was chirping and chattering in the wild wind, like a little sparrow.

"When you're sick, Amber will protect you."

Qingye Fengyin pushed the girl away, sheathed his left hand, and the air trembled between the lightning and flint, and the metal collided with metal to burst out a path of fire.

In the depths of the darkness, a huge and convulsive giant hand stretched out, and a mace as tall as a man reached Shenqie.

[King Qiuqiu]

[Level: Level 35]

This could already be called a giant beast. White air like rime spewed out from between King Qiuqiu's fangs, and his blood-red eyes were as fierce as two huge lanterns.

Qingye Fengyin lowered his body, turned around, the mace shattered, and slashed away. The invisible wind blade cut off the giant beast's shoulder blade, and the long and narrow wound split and spread along the chest.

All the way to its lower abdomen, blood splashed everywhere, and countless gusts of wind poured into the wound, crushing all its bones.

【You defeated King Qiuqiu】

[Qing Ye Feng Yin]

[Level: Level [-]]

[Talent: Unmoved, Demon God Heart]

Qingye retracted his sword and shook the blood, all the monster's blood was shaken off, and he exhaled slowly.

"Wow." Amber applauded, "You are amazing."

Amber is an upright girl, if she is great, she is great, if she is not, she is not. She will applaud those who are great, and she will protect those who are not. This is her creed as a knight.

Because I'm off...

In other words, is it the second week of Novice Village respawning?

Qingye Fengyin felt ashamed.

After fully inheriting the West Wind Sword, Qingye Fengyin's level has ushered in a sudden increase, like a rocket, it has risen by ten levels, and has reached the fortieth level.

With the heart of a demon god, he frantically absorbs everything like a sponge.

But this power is still not enough.

If he encounters the executive officer called Ma'am again, Kiyono has no power to fight back, let alone the wind demon dragon Tewarin.

In the last dragon disaster, if it wasn't for the help of that mysterious person, Qingye would have died long ago.

The massive monsters in the temple can become the nourishment for his progress.

Qingye Fengyin looked up, the filthy smell was still strong in the cold West Wind Temple, he closed his eyes, and listened with indifference, he could hear the hissing and low roaring of countless monsters in the shadows.

Those are the remnants of the ancient times, cursed by eternity, they instinctively resent everything and instinctively want to devour everything.

"Keep going forward." Qingye Feng chanted, the wings of the wind spread from behind, and he jumped up along the wind field.

...

[You defeated the Qiuqiu thugs, lv30]

...

[You defeated the archer Qiuqiu, l

v23]

...

Shencut cut off all the monsters blocking the way, one after another the remnants of the survivors fell to the ground, Qingye Fengyin cut open their bodies neatly, trying not to cause them pain, this is him The only thing that can be done.

Kiyono is just a mortal and cannot save them.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how many monsters have been killed

He could feel that this body was growing steadily.

At the same time, it is also steadily collapsing.

【Level: 45】

In the past years, he seemed to have slain monsters in this way.

They walked out of the Xifeng Temple when the sun was shining all over the mountains and the evening wind was slightly intoxicating and the smoke was rising from the farmhouses.

The girl Amber, who was still full of vitality before entering, has missed her foot pole now, and the girl stared at Qingye Fengyin with an expression of sizing up the monster.

This guy looks gentle, but he didn't expect him to be so terrifying.

When they left the temple, Anbofei said that he would treat him to a meal to reward him for his heroic achievements in hunting down the 'Qiuqiu people'.

It's good to have a free meal.

But Qingye Fengyin refused.

He has a habit, and he has kept this habit for several lifetimes, that is, never expose his weakness, whether it is an enemy or a friend.

He bid farewell to Amber and walked away quickly.

The chill flowing through the trachea became more and more severe, and the wear and tear from Rustan further eroded his body.

Such is the price of rapid growth.

"cough."

He coughed up blood, exhaled a sharp cold air, and his whole body was chilling.

The afterimage shines on Qing Ye's back, he is obviously so young, but he is gradually dying.

[Main task: Investigate the Temple of the Four Winds (the remaining two)]

[Reward: Fragments of past memories]

He swallowed the blood into his throat and straightened his body.

Picture: "Wow, ah, sudden sky drop test", location: "Images/1671806340-100348111-109736342.jpg"

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Kowtow to apologize for the late post...

This chapter is four in one, that is, four chapters are combined into one, which is a super chapter.

Because no matter how I divide the chapters, the emotions of these chapters will be incoherent, and they will be combined together.

Then, it's a little late, I'll kneel down and apologize first.

Two exams came suddenly today...

I will finish the chapters that should be written no matter what.

Volume 53: Chapter [-] You must be happy (two in one)

The morning sun shines through the window lattice, and the smoky warm light is divided into several layers by the colored stained glass.

Qingye Fengyin squinted his eyes slightly uncomfortably, avoiding the dazzling sunlight.

The body is tired and the limbs are heavy.

sour.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and found that he was lying on the pine wood bed, his legs were a little numb.

Qing Ye looked at the source of the numbness, a fluffy golden ball lying on his calf, sound asleep.

The girl's sleeping position is very restless. She was sitting on the small bench next to the bed, but fell asleep somehow, her little head was buried down, and it looked like a golden fur ball. She had to adjust her sleeping position from time to time , turned her face sideways, and pressed her hair.

"Wow, you're awake."

Ying rubbed her hazy eyes, and the villain complained first, "You're such a slob."

What she said was really unreasonable.

...

"Why am I such a slob?"

Qingye Fengyin couldn't believe it.

"All in all, she's a slob!" Ying bared her claws, showing two small canine teeth. She seemed to think that this would enhance her combat effectiveness... at least the deterrent effect would be greatly improved,

"No, Hua Guliang."

Ying handed over a white wreath.

Qingye Fengyin found that he had no achievements in his life, and left nothing behind, only a lot of nicknames.

Rustan was nicknamed "Young Wolf" in his previous life. The young wolf was so domineering, young and fashionable. In his previous life, Qingye Leiming was nicknamed "Dazhu Kingdom". , the nickname is...Hua Guliang.

There are also old rice dumplings.

Didn't this instantly pull the hip?

If he thinks back to his generation in the future, all he can remember is, "The great Huagu Liangzi Qing Yefengyin died in Mond City at the age of three months..."

Wow, the more I think about it, the more embarrassing it becomes.

"What's this...?"

Qingye Fengyin took the wreath from Ying's hand, and found that the texture was light. Unlike the last time, this time it was made of violet vines, and the wreath was dotted with a few carnations.

It looks like freshly collected flowers, with dewdrops between the pure white petals.

It is carefully woven.

"Today's wreath!"

Ying put her hands on her hips triumphantly, showing an expression of "I'm so amazing, come and praise me", it is obvious that this little girl regards weaving wreaths as a career.

"Say it and do it."

"I will weave a wreath for you every day, and you will play with me."

Qing Ye thought it was a joke, but this little girl really did it seriously, it is only early morning, the sky has just dawned, she must have gotten up earlier.

The dawn fog is thick, the morning light is still there, and the city of Mengde is quiet, and the girl in the white skirt is stepping gently on the flower field.

Going to pick petals and weave the wreath. This wreath is really carefully made. Compared with yesterday's bunch, the workmanship is more exquisite. She may be halfway through the weaving, and she wants to take it apart again. She can see the traces of the vine leaf folds. Sitting quietly by the bed, the smoky morning light slowly dawned, and the clear sunlight fell on the girl's white dress, and she finished weaving flowers.

But Qing Ye hadn't gotten up yet, so she waited quietly, and the girl fell asleep under the warm morning light.

No wonder the guy calls himself a 'big slob'.

She is indeed qualified...

"Wow wow."

Qingye Fengyin scratched his head, he said helplessly: "That's just your unilateral decision..."

"Also, today we have to purify the Lion Temple."

He was helpless.

"Idiot." Ying raised her head slightly, with the look of a little hen showing off after winning a battle, and took out her inseparable "Travat Travel Guide",

"I've checked the map. The Lion of the South is located near Eagle Flying Beach. Go down to Cape Oath. There are two scenic spots."

Only when it comes to having fun, Ying's brains turn so fast.

"Let's go together. Let's start now. The journey will take half an hour, and the temple will be completed within three hours. In this way, there will be two full hours to play before dusk."

This girl is always so lively and noisy, she seems to have endless vitality and strong executive power.

Fishing, grilling fish, weaving garlands, traveling... These are trivial things that can be seen everywhere in daily life, but Ying always loves them with the greatest enthusiasm.

Although this guy is really stupid.

Everyday...

Qingye Fengyin has become farther and farther away from the so-called daily life.

From the moment he set foot on the land of Mond, from the first time he entered the temple, or from the moment he was born, the memories of the past began to push him forward.