Chapter 61 Xie Tingyu died and a sad cry of "Ayu"

Qiu Qingyu was unable to dodge the sharp sword light, but there was no obstacle in front of Qiu Qingyu, and the sword light pierced into his chest without any hindrance.

A scorching breath swept over, seemingly setting all of Qiu Qingyu's bones on fire. Qiu Qingyu's face instantly lost color.

My heart was like a surging tide, and I didn't know when Xie Tingyu would make his plan.

The water mirror could actually bounce back the sword light.

Even enhance power.

This wedding ceremony was almost completely ruined. Not only did the bride fight with others during the ceremony, but the groom was also accidentally injured and is now in poor health.

Hong Xiu looked down speechlessly, her eyes fixed on Xie Tingyu.

She was supporting Qiu Qingyu, looking extremely concerned and worried.

How could a person make such a big mess?

Is this the way you want to break the illusion?

Xie Tingyu did not ask the ghost master for help, nor did he look for her. He always insisted on relying on himself to break the illusion and escape.

Don't rely on the strength of others, just rely on your own strength.

Thinking of this, Hongxiu felt that she had the mentality of a child.

Not to mention that this illusion is full of dangers and the dangers are not in the illusion itself, besides, she seems to have had inappropriate fantasies about the ghost master from the beginning to the end.

The Ghost Lord has been sitting in the Ghost Palace for a thousand years, but he is not a very kind person.

If you go against her ideas too many times, the ghost master might get angry, and then no one can beg for mercy.

Hongxiu curled her fingers together and was about to speak to end this absurd scene.

But Xie Tingyu actually took the lead and wanted to drag Qiu Qingyu's body out. Qiu Qingyu's chest was dark red, blending with the bright color of the wedding dress.

A sneer escaped from Qiu Qingyu's throat, and murderous intent overflowed from his body, which he no longer concealed.

Both of them knew that this was Xie Tingyu's move to break up the cooperation.

The two's actions could not escape the eyes of others. When they walked to the door of the hall, Fu Xue suppressed the murderous intent in her eyes, with a cold face, and stretched out her hand to stop them, "You two haven't completed the contract yet, and you're leaving now?"

Xie Tingyu tilted his head and said speechlessly: "You are not happy about our marriage, and you are still not happy about not getting married for the time being. What do you want to do?"

"It's just right. We can go back and make the vows on our own. We don't need to let you see it, so as to avoid making comments on our relationship."

Fu Xue smiled, a stiff and weird smile, like an emotionless puppet, with a fake smile on her face.

Xiao Jing has been standing in a daze behind Fu Xue ever since she was almost hit by Xie Tingyu's sword.

Although Fu Xue's action was timely and Xiaojing was not hurt, Xiaojing felt her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Fu Xue suppressed her smile and stepped aside, "In that case, please."

Xie Tingyu raised his hand to hold down Qiu Qingyu's hand. Qiu Qingyu gritted his teeth and said, "I will never let you go."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu just narrowed his eyes and noticed Fu Xue's unusually calm expression. She didn't seem to be very surprised, even too calm.

The hand that was holding Qiu Qingyu tightened even more. Qiu Qingyu frowned, his face full of anger.

Seeing Xie Tingyu and Qiu Qingyu gradually disappearing from sight, Hong Xiu waved in the air in front of her.

As if no one was around, he said, "Follow her and see what she wants to do."

A cold, tender childish voice came from below, and the little boy bowed to Hongxiu properly, flicking the dust whisk in his hand.

The entire small figure disappeared on the spot.

No one around noticed this scene. They were all staring and pointing in the direction where Xie Tingyu and Qiu Qingyu left.

Fu Xue and Xiao Jing stood at the entrance of the hall and slowly turned around.

Both of them had dull expressions and stiff movements.

None of the guests noticed anything strange. Instead, in less than a moment, they were all transformed into strange purple-blue puppets with yellow talismans with the word "deficit" written on their foreheads.

Black air enveloped the entire hall, and a cold aura lingered. Hongxiu raised her hand to rub her aching forehead, her eyes sharp.

"Don't let her get away so easily."

There was silence in the hall. As the words fell, the joints of the puppet creaked, as if it was being pulled away by a mysterious force.

Only Fu Xue and Xiao Jing's appearance did not change at all. Apart from the empty eyes and the strange way they walked, there was almost no difference.

As she stepped out of the hall, Fu Xue's index finger moved slightly, and a trace of clarity returned to her eyes.

Xie Tingyu almost forcibly dragged Qiu Qingyu back to the cave, at the moment when they were completely out of sight from the outside.

The auras of the two burst out, and the outline of a star disk faintly appeared under Xie Ting's jade feet, and the misty shadow of the star disk rippled with pure spiritual power.

Qiu Qingyu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It turns out that among this generation of disciples in the cultivation world, you are the second one to possess the Polaris Disk."

"But what about the Polaris Disk? He is just relying on his so-called talent to be complacent. Apart from that, he is not extraordinary at all." Qiu Qingyu continued.

There was undisguised sarcasm in his voice. He had always been proud and arrogant, but he never thought that he would be insulted by someone he had always looked down upon in a small fantasy world.

At this time, Hun's strength had recovered a lot, so he would not be controlled by the young man in the eighth heaven.

Xie Tingyu took the initiative, but as a mere teenager in the eighth heaven, he was about to reach the state of unity of man and sword with Tianxing Chixiao.

He is indeed gifted in swordsmanship.

Qiu Qingyu sighed that he had reached the ninth level of the sky, which was a complete leap across two major realms. Xie Tingyu's swordsmanship was indeed extremely sharp in the eyes of his peers, but in his opinion it was still very immature.

With a contemptuous smile on his face, he raised his hand casually to take the attack.

Tianxing Chixiao's sword body broke through the interference of the illusion and emerged.

Wrapped in the red flames, burning down, Qiu Qingyu's flying hair was singed, emitting a burnt smell.

When Qiu Qingyu felt the pressure coming from Tianxing Chixiao, his face darkened slightly, even if he could not exert his full strength.

It is also impossible to let Xie Tingyu fight to equal the opponent.

It's a disgrace.

Xie Tingyu was at a disadvantage at first, but as time passed, Xie Tingyu began to be able to withstand Qiu Qingyu's full-strength attacks head-on.

When Qiu Qingyu realized something was wrong, Xie Tingyu on the opposite side curled up the corner of his lips and stabbed down with a sword without hesitation, piercing Qiu Qingyu's shoulder fiercely.

Qiu Qingyu was forced by Xie Tingyu to take a few steps back, and his calves hit the edge of the bed, which was pushed and made a mournful "creaking" sound.

After Xie Tingyu's men forced him back, they did not stop, but Qiu Qingyu swung his sword across. Xie Tingyu leaned over and knocked Qiu Qingyu down, causing the sword in his hand to lose its aim.

Not even a trace of Xie Tingyu was touched.

Thanks to Tingyu, Qiu Qingyu suddenly fell onto the bed, his head was shaken badly, and he felt dizzy and suffocated for a while.

Then, Qiu Qingyu suddenly turned sideways on the bed, causing Xie Tingyu to fall to the side.

Xie Tingyu used his hand to support himself in time to prevent his cheek from falling on Qiu Qingyu's sideways sharp sword.

It was a pity that Xie Tingyu was still intact after this move. Qiu Qingyu reluctantly grabbed the Tianxing Chixiao that had pierced his shoulder. The hot touch made his palm sting even more.

The scorching heat penetrated into the flesh through the wound, burning it inch by inch.

The pain is unbearable.

"As soon as the illusion is broken, you will die." Qiu Qingyu had already realized that there was something in the illusion that could suppress his strength, but he was slow to figure out what it was.

But Xie Tingyu had no influence in the end, most of it was related to her.

The two of them were moving on the bed. Xie Tingyu held Tianxing Chixiao tightly, not relaxing for a moment, as if he wanted to cut off a piece of Qiu Qingyu's flesh.

The sword in Qiu Qingyu's hand was not a vegetarian either. Even though Tian Xing Chi Xiao was constantly eroding his flesh and blood, he still gritted his teeth and stabbed back, leaving many sword marks of varying sizes on Xie Tingyu's body.

So deep that you can see the bones.

Fu Xue moved faster than the other puppets, even Xiao Jing. She stood outside the cave, listening to the rustling sounds of clothes rubbing against each other and the inexplicable squeaking sounds inside.

The hands hanging at the sides were clenched.

These two didn't even have time to set up the barrier, aren't they afraid that others might hear them?

Inexplicably, a surge of anger rose up in his heart. Without thinking twice, Fu Xue raised his hand to break the barrier of the simple cave and stepped in.

The moment she pushed the door open, she heard a continuous "rustling" sound. Her anger was diluted by the grievance, and Fu Xue's hand suddenly stopped.

What qualifications do you have? What identity do you have? Why do you control her?

The red curtains fluttered, and the dazzling red reflected in Fu Xue's eyes.

Why would you want to come in and make yourself uncomfortable?

Fu Xue exuded a faint chill, and her icy breath condensed into ice. As she took a step forward, the chill also froze the ground inch by inch.

The mist rose and almost blurred Fu Xue's eyes.

Xie Tingyu seemed to sense something, and slashed at Qiu Qingyu with a sword. He stood up from the bed and suddenly turned around.

As he looked into Fu Xue's eyes, a fragile light almost shone in Fu Xue's eyes, as if she was aggrieved and helpless. Xie Tingyu was slightly stunned.

What exactly caused this complex emotion?

Why was it created?

Fu Xue's movements were stiff, all the bones in her body seemed to be petrified, and her eyeballs moved sluggishly.

Standing in front of Xie Tingyu, with a not-too-thick red curtain between them, both of them could see each other's face vaguely, which gave them a strange feeling.

"Hmm" Qiu Qingyu's muffled groan suddenly sounded, soft and lingering, breaking the temporary silence.

It turned into an even more awkward atmosphere.

Xie Tingyu was stunned, but soon came to his senses and cursed in his heart, "Are you sick? Is this a sound that a human can make?"

Fu Xue slapped Xie Tingyu hard before he could react, and the strong wind swept across Xie Tingyu's face. Xie Tingyu blinked and turned his head to see Qiu Qingyu with wide eyes, falling on the bed with a large sunken area on his chest.

There was a little frost on it, spreading over the clothes, freezing into blood-red ice flowers.

Let's look back.

Fu Xue's whole aura became strange and abnormal. Xie Tingyu didn't know the reason for this change, but her intuition told her that it was related to the ghost master Hongxiu.

This looks like puppetry in the ghost house.

Turning living people into puppets.

Refine ghosts into ghost puppets.

After all, these are things that cannot be seen in the light of day in the world of cultivation.

Xie Tingyu had clearly never seen Fu Xue before, but he felt that this person was particularly familiar.

Qiu Qingyu, or Qingyun, was already exhausted and slowly breathed his last breath on the bed. Xie Tingyu's hair was flying and his body was covered with blood.

She raised her hand and pushed aside the red curtain that blocked her eyes and separated her from Fu Xue.

Fu Xue's pale face was exposed in front of him, and Xie Tingyu opened his mouth as if to speak.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain and a knife pierced through the chest.

She was locked in place, unable to move.

In the stunned gaze of the person in front of him, Xie Tingyu curled up his fingers and leaned forward.

Finally, he opened his eyes wide, a tear rolled down his eye socket, and fell to the ground. Fu Xue's body coldness turned it into a grain of frost. Xie Tingyu suddenly lowered his head, and died in the blink of an eye.

Fu Xue struggled with her stiff body, her eyes filled with grief, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

The sad voice echoed in the cold air mixed with the strong smell of blood, seeming to be intermittent.

"Ayu."