All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 70

Qing Lang killed those three people, and when he came out of the barrier covered in blood, Qing Dahuai was stunned.

Everyone in the Demon Race outside the barrier also cheered and ran around to report the good news.

Qing Dahuai grabbed his great-grandson's hand and touched it from top to bottom, but he didn't find any fatal wounds, only the strong smell of blood and alcohol.

Qing Dahuai always thought that his great-grandson was the most powerful and talented, but Qing Lang's current ability still exceeded his cognition.

He couldn't help asking: "Little Shitou, you are so drunk, and you fell into their traps and formations, how can you win so easily?"

"It's just blindfolding, I'm not drunk." Qing Lang said lightly.

In addition, he also felt that his cultivation base had risen a bit in the past two days, which made it so easy for him to kill those three people.

...maybe out of anger.

Qing Lang cast a spell on himself, clearing away the smell of blood and alcohol all over his body.

Qing Dahuai reacted: "...you knew their plan earlier?"

Qing Lang nodded: "The plan of the three of them was originally for tomorrow, I just pretended to be drunk to make them unable to hold back, and it was just ahead of schedule."

Qing Dahuai was puzzled: "Why do you have to advance?"

Because of the depression in his heart, he wanted to kill him in advance to vent his anger.

Qing Lang lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

Qing Dahuai didn't continue to ask, but felt that his great-grandson was really grown up now, and his thoughts became more and more difficult to guess.

But he was still very happy in his heart, he patted Qing Lang's shoulder with a smile, and said: "You scared me to death, I really thought something would happen to you."

"I have to tell Lao Feng quickly, he is dying of anxiety." Qing Dahuai took two steps, then turned to look at Qing Lang who was standing there, and asked, "Aren't you going with me? Feng Ning I was just worried that you were too worried."

"No." Qing Lang walked in the opposite direction with a cold face, "I don't want to see him."

See what Fengning is doing?

The man was full of his phoenix.

Yesterday he also heard the man say in a tone full of expectation:

"I have fallen in love with someone, and I have developed a heart. Phoenix should come back."

It turns out that 500 years have passed, and his Qinglang is still a stepping stone.

—a stepping stone to get the Phoenix back.

Thinking of this, Qing Lang felt his whole heart constricted, almost breaking his own hand bones.

Hearing those words yesterday, he almost went mad with anger, and at the same time, a hidden malice grew in his heart.

He didn't want Phoenix to come back.

When thinking of Phoenix, Qinglang's mind is full of that cave, all of that stone, all of the thoughts that Feng Ning wrote stroke by stroke during those 6 years.

He had a strong premonition in his heart:

If Fenghuang came back, Fengning would abandon him.

It's like throwing away a useless piece of trash.

Qing Lang thought:

Perhaps Feng Ning really liked him a little bit, but it was just that.

The one Feng Ning loves in her heart is always that Phoenix.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, the sound was so loud that the sky was blown out of a hole, it scared many people trembling.

Even Qing Dahuai's heart skipped a beat for no reason, he calmed down, then looked at the corpse of God of War in the discarded formation, and said: "...The changes in the world where God of War fell are really extraordinary."

The pouring rain suddenly poured down, and pearly raindrops hit people's faces.

Qing Dahuai performed a technique to avoid the rain, but when he turned his head to look, he found his great-grandson standing stiffly in the rain, touching his heart with a hesitant expression.

Qing Dahuai walked over, stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Why are you in a daze?"

Qinglang looked up at him, his whole face was soaked by the rain, his gray eyes were full of bewilderment: "...my muscles...it seems that I can't feel Fengning's existence anymore."

Qing Dahuai's face changed, and only then did he realize that there were two changes in the sky where the gods fell.

Two bolts of lightning fell together, making Qing Lang's face pale.

Qing Lang almost staggered to the secret room, and the moment he finished using the teleportation technique, he even fell down as it should.

He struggled to get up from the ground, and saw Feng Ning's body at a glance.

Feng Ning's face was as pale as snow, and every inch of her exposed skin lacked a trace of blood.

There was a long gash on Feng Ning's back, but no murder weapon was seen.

Qing Lang felt that the blood in his whole body was congealed.

His limbs were disobedient and unconscious, and his brain was buzzing, and he hardly knew where he was now.

Relying on instinct, he approached Feng Ning, and then tremblingly touched Feng Ning's face.

Fengning's face was very cold.

Like a stone covered with snow in winter.

Qing Lang opened his lips to call Feng Ning's name, but no sound came out.

Impossible... Impossible...

How could Fengning die?

He is the god in the sky, he is so powerful, how can he die?

Qing Lang lifted Feng Ning's body from the ground, but the next moment, he saw the immortal rope under Feng Ning's body.

This bundle of immortal ropes had left bright red marks on Fengning's wrists, but his left hand was still firmly grasping the ropes, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength before he died.

Qinglang suddenly felt that the red marks on Fengning's wrist were extremely glaring. Trembling, he used spells to untie the fairy rope from Fengning's wrist, but he couldn't break Fengning's hand, and untied the rope in his hand. Take out the fairy rope.

Qing Lang had no choice but to take back the immortal rope made of living tendons into his body.

The moment the living tendon returned to his body, the last scene before Fengning's death also suddenly appeared before Qing Lang's eyes.

Qing Lang's eyes widened suddenly.

He saw Fengning wrestling with Changbai to protect the fairy rope.

He saw Feng Ning being pierced by the Huantian Sword in order to protect the Immortal Binding Rope.

He saw Feng Ning tightly grasping the fairy rope at the last moment before his death, unable to make a sound, opened his mouth, and silently shouted:

"Qinglang."

Qing Lang's body trembled, his limbs and bones seemed to be filled with lead.

He hugged Feng Ning tightly in his arms, and buried his face in his cold neck.

Fengning, Fengning, Fengning.

He called Feng Ning's name one after another, and finally couldn't help crying.

"……small stone."

After a long time, Qing Dahuai's trembling voice touched Qing Lang's shoulder.

Qinglang's crying has gradually stopped, but the tears have not stopped, and there is a strong tremor in every breath.

Qing Dahuai was calling Qing Lang's name, but he acted as if he didn't hear anything, holding Feng Ning in a dazed way, as if he had lost his soul.

"Little stone." Qing Dahuai called him again.

Qing Lang raised his head to look at him, but there was still no response, only tears fell unconsciously from those gray eyes.

Qing Dahuai grabbed Qing Lang's shoulder fiercely, tears burst into tears, and his voice also increased a little: "Qing Lang! Be more sober!"

Only then did Qinglang come back to his senses, and murmured: "...sober, yes, I have to be sober...I can't stay like this, I have to go..."

Qing Dahuai: "You have to avenge Feng Ning, and you still have to..."

But Qing Lang interrupted him, wiped away his tears, hugged Feng Ning, and said incoherently: "I have to save Feng Ning, after I bring Feng Ning back to life, I will kill that Changbai again, I have to save Fengning first..."

Save Fengning?

Qing Dahuai was stunned, and said: "Feng Ning is dead."

However, Qing Lang carried Feng Ning and walked out, repeating as if he had lost his soul: "Feng Ning is a god, how could he die so easily? He must be able to save lives, there must be a way, there must be a way!"

Qing Dahuai realizes that Qing Lang is still unwilling to believe in the reality, living in a state of delusion, unwilling to wake up.

However, Qing Lang didn't believe that Feng Ning was dead, could it be that he, Qing Dahuai, was willing to see his only friend die like this?

His beard trembled, and his heart felt very uncomfortable.

He wiped away his tears and said, "Nowadays the God of Medicine is hard to find. I will go to find him. You first go to Guining Mountain to find the God of Medicine Qianglu. If I find the God of Medicine, I will take the God of Medicine to Guining Mountain."

Qing Lang nodded, his eyes were blank, he staggered and hugged Feng Ning tightly and left.

When Qing Lang carried Feng Ning to the hospital, Qiang Lu was dozing off.

Seeing him coming, Qianglu immediately woke up.

Just as Qiang Lu was about to speak, she saw Feng Ning in his arms, and her face immediately changed: "What's wrong with Feng Ning? Are you injured?"

But when she walked over, she saw that her entire face had lost all color.

Qinglang put Fengning on the bed, briefly explained the situation to Qianglu, and then hurriedly went to the medical cabinet to find tonics: "What tonics should Fengning use now? He seems to have lost a lot of blood. These blood-enriching tonics It must be necessary..."

Qing Lang took a bunch of them in a daze, and found that his mind was getting more and more confused, and he took several things too heavily.

At this moment, Qianglu grabbed his arm.

Qing Lang looked at her, and frowned: "Why don't you go and give Feng Ning a diagnosis and treatment, what medicine do you need? Just let me get it."

He paused, and then said: "Fengning is seriously injured now, is the medicine here not good enough? What medicine do you need? I can also get it elsewhere."

Qiang Lu trembled and said, "Feng Ning was not seriously injured, he died."

Qing Lang looked at her and said stubbornly: "...then you have to save him too, bring him back to life."

Qianglu: "...I can't save him, no one can save him."

Qing Lang seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and his eyes immediately turned blood red:

"How could it be impossible to save the life, how could Feng Ning die? Feng Ning's supreme God, how could he die so easily?! He used to be able to make Yanxiao Volcano covered with ice and snow, he was able to make Mangyi Snow Mountain blaze into the sky, He used to be able to engrave our names on the Heavenly Marriage Stone, he can do anything, he is so powerful, how could he die?! Even if he is tied up with an immortal rope, he cannot lose to Changbai, even if he is tied It is impossible to die if the Huantian Sword pierces through!"

Qiang Lu looked at Qing Lang, her voice was hoarse, and tears welled up in her eyes, hitting Qing Lang's heart hard every word:

"—what do you say?"

"500 years ago, he used dual cultivation to help you cross Yang Qi. After crossing it for a whole year, his spiritual power was almost exhausted."

"He used blood as a tonic for you 500 years ago, two bowls a day, and you overturned countless times."

"He wants to gouge out your heart and reshape your muscles and bones, but everyone knows that method is close to death. No one has succeeded in tens of thousands of years. How dare Feng Ning let you take such a big risk? To ensure that you survive , He even drew his own god bone in advance, and wants to use his own bone to reshape your body!"

"Qinglang, why do you think he lost to Changbai?"

"Why do you think he can't withstand the fatal blow of the Huantian sword?!"

Qinglang looked at Qianglu's opening and closing mouth, as if struck by lightning.