Chapter 400 The Battle of Qingyang: The Boy Who Restores His Memory

"Ha ha, it's so stupid!"

The voice of Qingyun seems to come from all directions, but it also echoes in Lingyu's mind. He quickly turned the direction from mid-air and suddenly found that Qingyun was only an arm's distance behind him. He could obviously take back the magic octop and continue to attack him, but his body couldn't move.

"What do you want to do?!!" He shouted at Qingyun and was extremely disgusted that the devil was so close to him.

"Me? Um... Let me think about it, why on earth did I come here? What do you want from you again?" Qingyun didn't have any weapons in his hand. His body hanging in the air seemed to have no weight at all, or he was just a phantom. He squeezed his chin with one hand, as if he was really thinking.

"What spell did you use to fix me?" No matter how hard Ling Yu tried, he could not regain the control of his body. He consumed a lot of physical strength in vain, so he had to temporarily give up the struggle.

"Why do you think I can't move you?! Isn't it your own demon that traps you?!! You long for strength, but you are afraid that the magic in your body will eventually become uncontrollable and hurt your companions. You want to stay with them, because you don't have a family. You always want a kind of warmth, but have you ever thought that this warmth doesn't belong to you. It's just an illusion... And you are just deceiving yourself..."

"Hit!" Lingyu really wanted to cover his ears, but his arms seemed to be tied by invisible ropes, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

Qingyun stretched out his hand and took off the mask on his face and showed his true face in front of Lingyu.

Ling Yu's body kept trembling, and he completely gave up his resistance. The devil in the crowd, the green cloud that killed the boss's wife and other girls who were regarded as his relatives in the extremely happy country, and the common enemy of him and his current companions, has a face that is almost exactly the same as himself. The only difference is that he looks older than him, and the strange look is also something he has never had.

"Who are you?! What the hell is going on?!!!" Ling Yu was incoherent for a moment, and his mind was already confused.

"Do you want to know, teenager? Then come with me!" Qingyun blocked Lingyu's whole body with the cloak behind him, and when he pulled it down, he fell into a coma.

If such a scene had not happened, Xia Qiu might have been stunned not far away. Her flight speed was not as fast as Qingyun and Lingyu, so when she arrived at this dense forest, she was just in time to see Qingyun take off the mask on her face. Although after a distance, she still saw that they were two very similar faces, but Lingyu looked slightly younger, and her figure was thinner than Qingyun.

Seeing that Ling Yu lost consciousness by being cast by Qingyun, she finally realized that she should not hesitate any longer, so she rushed straight forward and stabbed the plum blade in her hand to Qingyun. Qingyun's left hand rested on the waist of Lingyu, and his right hand blocked Xia Qiu's attack with hard tiger claws.

It seemed to resist inadvertently, but gathered a lot of strength, which made Xia Qiu have to take a few steps back. After slightly adjusting her balance, she jumped up and waved her knife.

Qing Yun quickly dodged back with Ling Yu and dodged her powerful blow.

"Leave Lingyu!" In summer and autumn, the plum blade danced step by step.

"This teenager? To be honest with you, it will be a huge trouble to keep him with you. Let me deal with this trouble!" Qing Yun said lightly that he was too focused on confirming his guess just now, so he didn't notice that his true face had been discovered by Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu decided not to talk nonsense with Qingyun, but to concentrate on continuing the offensive. She knew how difficult it was to compete with the enemy in front of her with her strength, but now she was the only one who could save Lingyu and her.

"Plum blade..." While exerting her demonic power, she silently called out the soul living in her knife in her heart, looking for the resonance point between her own strength and the plum blade.

"Master!" Mei Jian's voice soon came to her mind.

The soul in the knife, which has always been as calm as water, is quite excited at this moment. As a ten-thousand-year-old plum tree demon, she also has the demonic nature formed over the long years. The stronger the enemy's power, the more excited she will feel.

"Do you think we can beat this devil?" Xia Qiu asked the plum blade.

"Master, no one can predict the result until the end of a battle. But if you are willing to believe me and allow me to be one with you and treat it as the last battle, we will be able to exert each other's strength to the limit.

Xia Qiu felt that the power of the plum blade was breaking through the boundary with her. With the integration of the two forces, the consciousness of the human knife began to become vague and unified, which was an unparalleled harmony.

It seemed that before the brain finished thinking, the plum blade in her hand had driven her to fly out. Qingyun more or less limited his movement because he wanted to hold Lingyu with one hand.

Xia Qiu found that the devil in front of him was different from his previous impression. He did not use Lingyu's body as a shield, and seemed to be more afraid than himself that Lingyu would be hurt. And she also caught the discovery and kept speeding up the attack.

Her knife method is more unpredictable than Qingyun imagined, and her body is as light as a plum blossom petal. When Qingyun suddenly waved the tiger claws at her, the cyclone brought by the tiger claws just bounced her away, making it impossible to cause any harm to her. He was worried that if he continued to delay, he would break the trap he had carefully laid, so he began to exert his magic power and throw the spiritual feather in his hand into the air.

Xia Qiu involuntarily stopped attacking and wanted to catch the falling Ling Yu, but he didn't think that his body would stay in the air and enter a suspended state. At the moment when she was surprised, his eyes suddenly opened, and the magic mole brocade had unconsciously turned into two long daggers and stabbed towards Xia Qiu. She resisted in a hurry and was still almost injured by her.

"Ling Yu... You..."

She was puzzled by the changes of Ling Yu. From his empty eyes, she saw too complicated emotions, which seemed to be bothering him. They rolled in his eyes like stormy waves, and finally turned into two lines of tears.

In the process of Ling Yu's falling into a coma, she only felt that she had a memory, which should be his past or his previous life. In a place like a fairyland, the handsome man in gorgeous clothes always has unbreakable resentment between his eyebrows. His face is reflection in the green emerald pond. The face is like a spiritual feather and a blue cloud, or the two of them are the same person.

He is waiting for the black dancer on the pond of the divine realm, the black crane spirit beast full of evil charm. Just to make him smile, he will do anything. Because for a long time, he only felt that no matter what he did, he could not satisfy his father Tianshen Qiansu or others in the divine realm. What his brother had for him was always a sense of rejection that had nothing to do with family affection. That kind of rejection came from jealousy and also included fear of his strength.

Perhaps only that person can be satisfied by what he has done. Even if the relationship between that person and him is like licking each other's wounds and using each other, what does it matter? At least he still has the need and value to be used by him.

But the black crane eventually led him to destruction.

Despite this, he never hated him and wanted to plead for him, but the final result was not to save him, but his soul was also divided by his father.

All memories, emotions, resentment, and purity are separated, and only the absolute obedience to the father remains in the soul of the rosefinch.

And the escaped soul, in the process of falling into the demon world, hit the meteorite in a different space and divided into two, and fell into a deep sleep. The first one to wake up, with the help of the body of the green tiger beast, has a new identity in this life, with the resentment of his previous life, incarnated as the demon head Qingyun. Unwilling to face the ugly pure soul, he slept for a long time. Finally, he was sent to an egg treasured by the peacock demon, but the egg was stolen. Finally, he fell to the Chimir dungeon and turned into a simple and kind peacock demon orphan Lingyu.

All the memories and emotions rushed into Lingyu's body at the same time, making him unable to bear it. The demon Qingyun, whom he had been fighting against, turned out to be another self. Maybe they are indeed the same in essence, so after he gained the power of the eagle eagle demon, he began to become unable to control his power. What if he has the same powerful power as Qingyun? Will he become a more horrible demon than Qingyun?

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was attacking Xia Qiu. Although he wanted to stop, he couldn't help it. His will has been crushed by the suddenly recovered memories and emotions, and he has become a puppet of Qingyun.

But he didn't want to hurt Xia Qiu anyway. All his unwillingness only turned into two lines of tears. In his hazy tears, his dagger has stabbed Xia Qiu countless times.

"Ling Yu... Stop..."

Her call was in his ear. Listening to that voice, he only wanted to hold her hand. Perhaps only she could take him out of the current painful situation.

Xia Qiu couldn't take action against Ling Yu, so he could only retreat and resist his moves, and his body was like a puppet, losing balance, courage and coordination, but without affecting the speed and intensity of his attack.

"Haha, since he and you are destined to become enemies, why do you have mercy?! Why don't you kill him? Maybe he will be grateful to you. Isn't this a relief?!" Qingyun watched what was happening from a distance. From his voice, his joy was hard to hide.

"Hit!" Xia Qiu was enraged by him. She suddenly flew over from the top of Lingyu's head and stabbed Qingyun with a knife.

But Qingyun did not dodge, but still faced her directly.

When she didn't understand what was going on, her body had been entangled by the magic horns thrown from behind, and one of the tops instantly turned into a sharp cone and was about to stab her back.

She knew that she could no longer dodge. She could only turn half of her face and look at Lingyu bitterly. This look was so familiar to Lingyu. When the black crane was taken away from him, the last look was the same as she is now.

In hesitation, a pure black sword hit the magic aven brocade wrapped around Xia Qiu to one side. Ouyang Xiao Leng fell from the sky to save Xia Qiu and landed on the ground with her. He rushed here because he was worried about Xia Qiu's safety, and it was really easy to meet this life-and-death moment.

"Fortunately, huh..." He took a long breath and asked Xia Qiu in his arms, "You're not hurt, are you?"

Xia Qiu shook his head and said, "Lingyu is controlled by Qingyun."