No one can describe the speed of this green light. It seemed to flash by, but it seemed to exist for an eternity.

The arrogant man had no time to react, but the skull Buddha beads under his neck lit up with golden light. It was supposed to be the Buddha's light that warmed people's hearts, but at the moment it was as cold as hell.

The green light didn't pause at all, and returned to Chu Yunqing's hand when it reappeared.

The arrogant man took two steps back, his face was like gold paper, and the Buddhist beads on his neck broke and fell. Each one fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then turned into powder.

He covered his heart and half-knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This is a treasure given by the uncle in the temple when he came down the mountain. It has only one effect, and that is to take a move that is in danger of life, whether it is martial arts or mysticism, and then it will activate the Buddhist formation and send him ten miles away.

outside.

But now, it has not received the green light below, nor has it activated the formation.

The look in Mang Arhat's eyes faded. He looked at Chu Yunqing who got up from the ground, and looked at the ordinary sapphire ax in his hand. He understood in his heart that it was not his uncle who had lied to him, but because the one who killed him was a more powerful person.

A superb magic weapon.

It's a Taoist method that kills people as soon as they come out.

The arrogant man's eyes widened and he fell to the ground suddenly.

Not far behind him, An Qinghe made a sound as he rubbed a pair of silver gall bladders in his hands, but did not dare to take action immediately.

He stared at Qingxuan's small axe, his eyes uncertain, filled with doubts, curiosity, and deep fear.

Chu Yunqing clutched his chest, suppressing a mouthful of blood in his throat. He was wary of the person opposite him and slowly backed away.

An Qinghe didn't stop him. He might have the ability, but he didn't have the courage. This is a lesson learned from the past.

As for the grass-headed snake, his spirit has been severely damaged tonight, and he may not be able to recover in three to five months.

"My skills are inferior to those of others, so I am embarrassed!" The grass-headed snake collapsed on the ground, lost in thought.

An Qinghe walked over and patted his shoulder, "Do you know what kind of magical weapon that is?"

Mysterious magical powers can be bestowed on refined instruments through special means. They are called treasure weapons and are extremely precious. Among them, those that can be used in battles and fights are magic weapons.

The skull beads of the Mang Arhat are treasures, and the small green ax used to kill people is naturally a magic weapon. This kind of magic weapon has another name in the secular world, that is, a magic weapon.

An Qinghe knew Chu Yunqing well, both in terms of background and experience. That's why he wondered when and how the other party obtained a magic weapon.

Perhaps the only explanation is that Yan Hongran gave it to him when he returned from the capital, but this seems impossible. With a magic weapon, can the relationship between the two of them be so good?

At least, An Qinghe felt that if it were him, he wouldn't be willing to do it.

The grass-headed snake just shook his head. He couldn't understand the origin of the Qingxuan hatchet.

An Qinghe looked solemn, Chu Yunqing had magic weapons in hand, and if he wanted to kill him by force, it would be very troublesome.

However, Chu Yunqing did not get the antidote from him, so Yan Hongran would die at dawn. And when Shi Chongshan is buried tomorrow, the Yuan Xing Gang will be in the government's pocket.

Chu Yunqing is a small incense master who speaks softly and cannot make any waves under the general trend.

…

It was still in the dungeon, but this time the footsteps were a little heavy, revealing dejection, self-blame and despair.

Chu Yunqing originally felt that he had no shame in coming back, but he came back anyway because he had nowhere to go now, and in the end, the only place he could accept him was this hall.

He passed by the empty cell and found the old boy lying on the ground with his back stretched out, as if dead, but he was snoring loudly.

Gu He did not sit on the bed this time, but leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and occasionally nodding his head as if dozing off.

As for the bed in the cell, Yan Hongran was lying there, with blood stains on her white clothes, like wintersweet dotted in the snow, quiet and sad.

"Back." Gu He said, with an imperceptible tiredness in his tone.

Chu Yunqing nodded dullly.

"I couldn't get the antidote back." He whispered.

Gu He glanced at him, not surprised, "And he was seriously injured?"

Chu Yunqing sat on the ground leaning against the cell door and couldn't help coughing.

Earlier, if the Qingxuan hatchet on his chest hadn't blocked An Qinghe's silver gallbladder, he would probably be a dead man now.

His qi, blood and true qi have not yet been able to refine his internal organs like iron. If he encounters the strange methods of Zi Mu Yin Gall that are designed to break the internal organs, and he was not careful before, he will surely suffer a big loss.

Suddenly, Chu Yunqing felt a heat on his back, and then a warmth spread throughout his body, but it was too short-lived and disappeared after just a few breaths.

But because of this, he felt that the injuries inside his body were better, at least his throat was no longer itchy and he wanted to cough.

He turned around, and a piece of talisman paper with the cinnabar faded fell to the ground and burned up on its own.

"The last talisman." Gu He also sat down beside him.

Chu Yunqing looked at the figure on the bed and said, "She?"

"You can say he is dead, or you can say he is not dead." Gu He said.

Chu Yunqing frowned, unable to understand for a moment.

"You have seen a lot of talismans, what do you think?" Gu He asked instead.

The talisman she was talking about was of course not the futile ones on the street that pretend to be gods and ghosts, but talismans drawn by alchemists who were proficient in this art and entrusted with a mysterious technique.

Chu Yunqing thought of something, dug into his pocket, and took out a piece of talisman paper, which he had taken from Zhou Wangchao that day.

But there were two of them that day, and now only one was left. He was still groping around on his body, and then pinched out some burned black ashes from his pocket.

Gu He glanced at it and said: "This is a yellow talisman that can break mysticism. It is unique to my Qingjing Sect. How can you have it?"

Can the magic be broken? Chu Yun touched it clearly, thinking of the real and illusory scene of "him and Yan Hongran's night tour" before, and he suddenly understood that it was the talisman on his body that allowed him to break the illusion.

"I got this from a Taoist." Chu Yunqing said, "He is also from the Qingjing Sect."

Gu He was stunned, "People from Qingjing Sect? What are their names? Where are they?"

"He's in the city. I don't know his name." Chu Yunqing said, "He's a middle-aged man with a goatee."

Gu He thought for a while, but did not match this image with the person from his sect in his mind.

"What happened to Sister Hongran?" Chu Yunqing returned to the topic.

Gu He instead said: "I asked you just now, what do you think of the talisman paper?"

Chu Yunqing thought for a while and said: "Storing mystical skills is magical and convenient."

Gu He nodded, "Yan Hongran is now a talisman."

Chu Yunqing frowned.

"In the eyes of alchemists, there are only two kinds of people in the world, them and ordinary people.

Only alchemists can use mystical arts, but there are also some ordinary people in the world whose status is higher than that of alchemists. They also want to use mystical arts, so they have "Enlightenment" and Talismans.

Talismans are mystical arts for ordinary people."
Chapter completed!