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br> His consciousness slowly began to blur, and the last scene he saw was Xiao Tian and Xiao Yun flying towards him.

He is going to die.

I don’t regret it after asking him.

He has no regrets.

It was impossible for him to watch Xiao Yun, who was kind to him, die in front of him.

It can only be blamed on his low strength and inferior skills.

"Qin Ming!"

Old Xiaoyun cried out in tears.

"Xiaotian, hand over the secret." Qing Wukun stood with his hands behind his back. "If you don't hand over the secret, Qin Ming will be the first, but he will not be the last."

"I want you to watch helplessly as everyone in the sect dies one by one."

"I want you to die!" Xiaotian's eyes were red, and he held the long sword in his hand and flew towards Qing Wukun.

"Bang!"

The faster you fly, the faster you come back.

Xiaotian was no match for Qing Wukun, if Qing Wukun didn't want to kill him.

Xiaotian died a long time ago.

"Hmph..." Qing Wukun turned around and looked at Xiao Yun, "Now it's your turn, you're the second one!"

Qing Wukun's eyes were like looking at a slaughtered chicken.

On the ground, Qin Ming's mouth was bleeding. The blood slowly stopped flowing. In his heart, the mysterious black liquid was beating rapidly.

"Plop, pop..."

faster and faster.

Suddenly, Qin Ming opened his eyes. There was no white in his eyes, only pure black.

His eyes were full of murderous intent, without any emotion.

There is no emotion, no fear, just pure killing intent that comes from ancient times.

"Ouch..."

With a roar, Qin Ming stood up straight from the ground.

"Qin Ming."

Seeing that Qin Ming was fine, Xiao Tian and Xiao Yun were overjoyed.

But seeing Qin Ming's face, their smiles froze on their faces.

It is obvious that Qin Ming is not in a normal state now.
Chapter completed!