After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

It's just that his sobriety was like a flash in the pan, and the eyes he looked at Qi Jing in the next moment showed indifference without human emotion.

Qi Jing took a deep breath, moved one side of his body before his head, and the seven-star spirit sword with a cold light brushed past his arm.

The scraped clothing fell off his arm. Fortunately, he was wearing thick clothes. Even though Seven Star was attacking menacingly, he didn't hurt a hair on him.

However, what surprised Qi Jing was not that Yan Zhilan wanted to kill him, but that the Seven Star Spirit Sword could still hurt him under the restraint of the core!He was sure that if he hadn't dodged quickly, the sword just now would have penetrated his flesh and blood without hindrance and crucified him to death!

Yan Zhilan missed the blow, turned around and stabbed with the sword again.

Qi Jing hid back and forth in embarrassment, thinking about what to do while hiding.

Right now, Danhe has lost the function of restraining Yan Zhilan, and he doesn't know what method to use to regain Yan Zhilan's mind.

Although both Qi Wangshan and Fuyou had told him before, once a person is completely controlled by the puppet formation, he can no longer be called a person, but a walking corpse without self-awareness.To end this ending, there are only two ways, one is to find and kill the people who set up the formation, and the second is to kill the puppets.

Finding and killing the people who set up the formation is simply a whimsical idea for Qi Jing now. They have spent so much time investigating for so long, but they only found out that there are demons in the northern border. People have no clue so far, so why kill them?

But let him kill Yan Zhilan...

Qi Jing raised his eyes and looked at Yan Zhilan, who had a lax gaze and only knew how to kill with machines, his throat twitched slightly, but he still couldn't make the move.

Just when he was distracted, his lower abdomen suddenly felt cold, and the cold light of the Seven Star Spirit Sword instantly entered his body.

Qi Jing opened his eyes wide and lowered his head in disbelief. The Qixing Sword, which was originally warm and moist as jade, is now stained with blood, and a trace of blood flowed out from his body, quickly climbing up the sword.

"A Jing!" Nangong Ziyi roared angrily, threw the gold-painted bone fan in her hand, and hit Xuan'er towards Yan Zhilan.

Yan Zhilan turned slightly, the gold-painted bone fan lost its target, and fell to the ground with a "pop".

He stared at Qi Jing without even frowning, and with his hands, the Seven Star Spirit Sword penetrated another point into Qi Jing's flesh and blood.

Qi Jing snorted and held the sword with his bloody hand. The pain made him breathless and his face became extremely pale, but he still wanted to try again.

He looked into Yan Zhilan's eyes right and wrong, and almost gasped for breath when he said a word, and the difficult words seemed to pop out from between his teeth: "Yan Zhilan! Find your true heart! Sober up!"

He stared closely at Yan Zhilan, but didn't see that his blood spread along the body of the Seven Star Spirit Sword to Yan Zhilan's wrist, and gradually seeped into his spiritual veins strangely.

In Yan Zhilan's chaotic consciousness, it seemed that a ray of light suddenly burst in, illuminating the spiritual platform for a moment of clarity.

His out-of-focus eyes finally had a look that belonged to a living person. He stared blankly at the anxious Qi Jing, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Qi Jing."

Qi Jing was about to cry with joy, he never knew that a person's voice could be so melodious!Nodding again and again: "It's me! You finally woke up!"

Yan Zhilan's eyes fell on his bruised right hand, and the seven-star spirit sword whose sword edge was still in Qi Jing's flesh and blood. He suddenly let go of his hand and backed away. Pain, disbelief, regret, guilt, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, making his His face turned pale instantly: "I almost killed you just now."

Just as Qi Jing was about to step forward, the wound on his lower abdomen was involved, and he gasped in pain. He endured the pain and said, "It's all minor injuries, it's nothing serious. Calm down first."

At this moment, Yan Zhilan's face changed again, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qi Jing, the expression in his eyes was constantly changing, as if he was silently fighting against something.

Seeing this, Qi Jing felt as if a big rock was hanging in his heart, shaking extremely uneasy.He whispered, "Yan Zhilan?"

After a while, Yan Zhilan's face was pale, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and he said to Qi Jing in a hoarse voice: "Kill me."

Qi Jing blurted out two words almost subconsciously: "No!"

Yan Zhilan's dark eyes looked at him fixedly, as deep and pure as ever.He said to Qi Jing: "You promised me that if I am completely controlled by the puppet formation, you will kill me. Now—"

He looked at Qi Jing and said intently, "Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Before Qi Jing could speak, Nangong Ziyi on the side lost her voice and said, "Puppet formation? No wonder..." He seemed to have thought of something suddenly when he said this, and suddenly stopped.

No wonder, he didn't continue to talk, and Qi Jing didn't bother to ask.

Qi Jing looked at Yan Zhilan nervously and said, "Look, you can still stand here and talk, which means that you are not completely controlled by the puppet formation. There must be a way, don't be so impulsive."

"It's too late," Yan Zhilan shook his head slowly, "Qi Jing, although I don't know why I can still wake up, but this moment of sobriety doesn't mean anything. I can feel that my core, my My spiritual sea has been completely filled with a strange breath. I can't control it anymore."

Qi Jing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was hit back by Yan Zhilan's words.What the other party said was the truth, the two of them knew each other well, he had nothing to refute, and he couldn't deceive Yan Zhilan either.

Yan Zhilan smiled slightly, still with that cold and clean look, but it made Qi Jing's eyes shine, and felt that the narrow small firewood room was full of brilliance.

He looked at Qi Jing calmly, and the words he said seemed to have nothing to do with his life, calm and breezy.He said: "Qi Jing, kill me."

Qi Jing covered his lower abdomen and shook his head, blood leaked from his fingers, but he didn't notice it, the pain in his body seemed to be pulled away from him, and it all gathered in his heart, as if the heart was being squeezed An invisible hand clenched it tightly, as if it might explode at any moment.

He stared at Yan Zhilan's handsome face, and murmured: "No, I can't do it." He admitted that he was timid and cowardly when things came to an end, and he really couldn't kill Yan Zhilan with his own hands. I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand to pick up a weapon.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhilan's expression suddenly changed, the clear look in his eyes disappeared instantly, and Seven Star returned to his hands automatically without calling.

"Ah Jing, be careful!" Nangong Ziyi yelled, and the gold-painted bone fan flew up from the ground at the same time, bumping into Yan Zhilan's Seven Star Spirit Sword.

The Seven Star Spirit Sword continued unabated, piercing into Qi Jing's flesh and blood again.

Qi Jing was awakened by the severe pain, and when he lowered his head and saw the Seven Star Spirit Sword piercing through his left chest, Nangong Ziyi's heart-rending shout came from beside his ear: "Ah Jing!"

"Not dead yet, don't cry."

With the seven stars piercing his bones, Qi Jing calmed down instead. His heart was naturally a little crooked than others, so Yan Zhilan's sword didn't actually hurt the vitals.

However, he pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact he knew very well in his heart that he was now at the end of his strength. If Yan Zhilan gave up Qixing and used his palm to attack, he would definitely not be able to hold on for a second.However, the current situation is that Yan Zhilan holds the seven stars in his hand, and there is no trace of emotion in his dark eyes, but he stops and does not move forward.

This gave Qi Jing a little hope in his heart. Does it mean that Yan Zhilan can still be saved?Still have a trace of consciousness?Otherwise, he would have killed himself and left long ago, and the stalemate would not have lasted until now.

The two fell into a stalemate for a while.

Nangong Ziyi held her wound and struggled to stand up against the corner of the wall, saying, "Ah Jing, it's useless. He has no consciousness now, so I can only kill him."

Qi Jing looked at the expressionless Yan Zhilan, his chest suddenly ignited raging anger, burning him almost to the point of losing his sanity.

Why should a person's life be controlled by another person?Why, what does he want to do, and be manipulated by others?

Very well, the man behind the scenes really angered him.

Qi Jing sneered, gritted his teeth and held the Seven Stars Spirit Sword, not knowing the pain, and approached Yan Zhilan step by step, the sword penetrated his flesh and blood inch by inch, dripping on the ground.

"A Jing!" Nangong Ziyi's eyes widened, "Are you crazy!"

"Shut up!" Qi Jing turned around and shouted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

In his big harmless eyes, there was a shocking coldness in his eyes.

Just this one glance made Nangong Ziyi feel cold all over her body, and the words she wanted to say were blocked in her chest.Perhaps, he really underestimated this little cousin.

Qi Jing finally walked up to Yan Zhilan and stood face to face with him.The hilt of the Seven Star Spirit Sword was tightly attached to his left chest, and behind it was the edge of the sword that was still dripping blood.

Qi Jing looked into the other person's dark eyes, as if speaking to another person through him: "Do you think that if you control him, you can play Gu with applause?"

It was also just now that he suddenly felt lucky and had a bold guess.

Although Yan Zhilan wanted to kill him several times, he never really hit his vital point. Whenever it was critical, he could always escape, and the wounds left on his body looked dangerous and terrifying, but they were all avoidance. Open the key, life worry-free.

Therefore, Qi Jing speculates that maybe the people behind the scenes don't actually want to kill him now, but like a hunter who finally caught his prey, he is not in a hurry to kill him at all, just like a plaything, the vile ones tease him from time to time He played for a while, and when he had had enough, he gave the fatal blow.

In order to prove this idea, Qi Jing decided to give it a go, enduring the pain and inserting the Seven Star Spirit Sword into his flesh and blood.

Sure enough, from the moment he started to do this until he walked in front of Yan Zhilan, Yan Zhilan didn't move at all, like a real lifeless humanoid puppet, but compared with those dead things, his body proportions were better and his temperament Better, better looking face.

Although he knew it was out of date, Qi Jing still had an absurd idea in his mind: If Yan Zhilan was his puppet... then he could put him by his bedside and look at that flawless face and It can be called a perfect figure, with him as the goal, always supervise yourself, and practice hard.

But thinking so, Qi Jing didn't forget the business.

If he was killed simply and neatly, at most he would lament his bad luck and accept his fate.Now that I understand the opponent's intentions, I can't bear to tease him before killing him.

Qi Jing was very angry, very angry.Very serious consequences!

He looked into Yan Zhilan's eyes intently, and said sinisterly: "Your game is over!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, which had already condensed spiritual energy, and struck Yan Zhilan's back with a heavy palm without hesitation.No matter what, Yan Zhilan is still a living person now, as long as he can still breathe, he can't stand his blow. He doesn't believe that this blow will be useless.

As he expected, Yan Zhilan didn't even hum, and fell straight on his back.

Qi Jing swiftly took the handle of Qixing's sword from his loosened hand, but he didn't expect that in the next moment, the Qixing Lingjian disappeared from his hand.

Qi Jing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help yelling: "Damn!"

How could he have forgotten that the spirit sword existed with the consciousness of its master, since Yan Zhilan was knocked out by him, Qixing would naturally follow him back into his body.

Poor him, he endured another burst of heart-piercing pain caused by Qixing's sudden departure for nothing, and he almost passed out from the pain.

Fortunately, Nangong Ziyi was quite reliable, so she hurriedly asked someone to bandage Qi Jing.

Qi Jing hissed and inhaled while squinting at him.

Nangong Ziyi deliberately pretended to be confused: "What is Ah Jing doing looking at me like that?"

Qi Jing rolled his eyes, if it wasn't for this guy pretending to be smart and hiding the news of Yan Zhilan's presence from him, how could they have come to such a miserable end?

Nangong Ziyi said coyly: "Didn't I want to surprise you?" If he had known that Yan Zhilan was in a puppet formation, he would no longer be so arrogant as to think that he could handle everything.

When he heard Qi Jing talk about the puppet formation, he was so regretful that his intestines were green, and when he saw Qi Jing's chest pierced later, his heart almost stopped beating.

so far so good……

Nangong Ziyi's hand holding the gold-painted bone fan trembled slightly, and Qi Jing noticed it: "Shouldn't it be time to tell me everything you know?"

Nangong Ziyi suddenly raised her head: "You know everything?"

Qi Jing raised his eyebrows: "I don't know anything. I just guessed that you have something to hide from me. It seems that it is true." He just lied to him casually, without any hope. Hire yourself.

Nangong Ziyi smiled wryly, she was so shrewd all her life, yet she was deceived by this brat.

He paused, and said: "That's right, I have received information that Yan Zhilan appeared here. The information also said that Yan Zhilan's behavior was a bit abnormal, and he would expel all the people here as soon as he came, and he would not leave." He killed all the people and threw them in the snow. Afterwards, he hunted down many snow wolves and dragged them into the inn to hide, as if he was preparing for something. But these were all neglected by me, I... "

"Stop," Qi Jing interrupted him with a stop gesture, bursts of pain surged up in his lower abdomen and chest, making his eyes dark, he gasped for a while before continuing, "You know what I want to hear That's not it."

His vision was a little blurred due to the pain, he slowed down, and continued: "I want to know the real purpose of you deceiving me to go to northern Xinjiang. And, if I guessed correctly, Uncle You, no, it should be uncle , Uncle was also tricked by you, right?"

He finished these words in one breath, exhaled with fishy and sweet steam, and leaned gently against the head of the bed.

Nangong Ziyi's face changed greatly upon hearing this: "When did you know?"

Qi Jing pinched his brows wearily, and sleepiness gradually came up: "I just thought of it not long ago. If it wasn't urgent, why would uncle leave without telling me? This is not in line with his temperament. And he has always opposed me. The father who went to Beijiang suddenly let go, which is not in line with common sense. Something must have happened in Beijiang that forced the uncle to leave in a hurry, and even the father could not stop this matter. And I guess, this matter, Not only is it related to my uncle, but also to me, so my father knew that he had no intention of blocking it, so he had to let it go."

He lifted his heavy eyelids with great effort, looked at Nangong Ziyi, and said the last guess: "What happened to Xia Bu?"

"Xia Bu, the patriarch is missing." After Nangong Ziyi said these eight words, she sat down with a complicated expression: "You clearly knew that I had ulterior motives, but you followed me out. Why?"

Qi Jing gradually closed his eyes, and muttered drowsily: "Because you are my relatives connected by blood."

After saying this, he tilted his head and fell asleep in a half-lying position.

Nangong Ziyi was in a trance when she heard the words.It took a long time to realize the meaning of Qi Jing's words, looking at his defenseless sleeping face, gently pulled the quilt up for him, shook his head and smiled wryly: "I really don't know if you are really smart, or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

He hadn't taken this so-called little cousin seriously before, and even harbored a faint hatred and hostility towards him. He didn't understand why his uncle, A Leqin, had defended Qi's palace for more than twenty years because of him. Years, but didn't even look at him.Now, he seems to understand a little bit.

He asked himself, although he is not a good person, but he has never done evil and blood, he can be regarded as a bright, honest and bright gentleman.

However, compared with this little cousin——

The purest and the best, the most affectionate.

He really can't do this.

When Qi Jing woke up, the pain on his body eased a lot. I don't know what kind of panacea Nangong Ziyi used. Those small wounds are almost healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, except for the deep sword wound on his left chest and the The wound that pierced through the lower abdomen has scabbed over, and it probably won't be back to normal in a few days.

Qi Jing got out of bed refreshed, thinking that Nangong Ziyi finally has some uses, when you see him later, you must ask him what kind of elixir he used, it will work faster than the medical skills of the unparalleled master.

Just as he was thinking, Nangong Ziyi opened the door and came in, personally brought a plate of food and placed it in front of Qi Jing.

Qi Jing was not polite to him either, and asked him while eating.

After not hearing the other party's response for a long time, he looked up in surprise, and Nangong Ziyi was looking at him strangely.

Qi Jing was puzzled: "Why?" Then he thought, yes, everyone has their own unique secrets.This panacea is so powerful, people must hide it well, it is understandable.

So, he casually waved at Nangong Ziyi: "Forget it, forget it, I just asked casually, pretend you didn't hear it." After wiping his mouth, he stood up and walked out, wanting to see Yan Yan. What happened to Zhilan.

His saber in one hand has solidly condensed all the spiritual power he can condense, and it is unambiguous at all, so don't break people.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Nangong Ziyi said: "Those are just ordinary wound medicine."

Qi Jing turned around: "Who are you lying to? Ordinary wound medicine can heal so quickly. Hey, I said, do you want to take the opportunity..."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Ziyi interrupted him: "It's the blood of the gods."

Qi Jing was stunned, Nangong Ziyi looked into his eyes, and said: "It's related to the blood of the gods. Those wound medicines are just a trick to confuse others, so as not to be seen."

Qi Jing said blankly: "But, but..."

But for a long time, he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Nangong Ziyi's eyes were bent down, with a smile in her eyes: "Although I don't know what happened before, your elixir is much smaller than normal people. But the elixir returned to its place and blended with the spirit veins, you The blood of the gods has been fully stimulated. Therefore, it has the natural 'healing' brought by the blood of the gods."

Qi Jing murmured and repeated after him: "Cure?"

"That's right," Nangong Ziyi stood up and walked towards him, "Otherwise, why do you think the entire Xiabu would hide from the world?"

"For..." Qi Jing hesitated, and said something that he thought was extremely absurd, "Isn't it for the purity of the blood?"

Nangong Ziyi's eyes were full of pity: "It's not just that. The saint's foreknowledge, and the 'healing' of the whole family, if these two abilities are discovered by someone with a heart, what do you think will be brought?"

Qi Jing couldn't help thinking along with his words, while thinking, he said: "It will cause violence, panic, disaster, and... war..."

"That's right," Nangong Ziyi sighed, "People's hearts are the most elusive."

Qi Jing suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the serious Nangong Ziyi, and hurriedly said: "I'll go see how Yan Zhilan is doing." Then he ran away.

After being guided by the guards all the way to Yan Zhilan's room, Qi Jing secretly let out a breath.

The topic just now was too heavy, and he didn't even dare to think about it further. These two abilities of the blood of the gods are good things for them, beneficial and harmless, but once they are maliciously of people learned that...

Qi Jing shook his drowsy head, and staggered inside.

With the lights on in the room, Yan Zhilan lay quietly on the bed, his face pale, like a lifeless puppet.

Qi Jing's heart tightened, even though he knew that his palm was accurate and would not hurt his life, he couldn't help striding forward, holding his breath, stretched out a finger, and placed it tremblingly on his nose. Down.

It wasn't until he felt the weak but even breathing that he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down by the bed, and thought to himself how to deal with the puppet formation.You can't knock people out every time, can you?

Thinking of this, Qi Jing's eyes fell on Yan Zhilan, and he found another clue.

Yan Zhilan's arms exposed outside the quilt were still wearing the blood-stained white clothes before, and the blood dried on it, like dark red plum blossoms in full bloom.

Qi Jing secretly scolded Nangong Ziyi for being unreliable, she didn't even know how to change her clothes, she did it herself, stripped her clean, and then twisted a clean veil to wipe off his face Only then did he exhale in satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, when she raised her head, she met Yan Zhilan's star-like eyes.

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