The riot at Changjing Peak did not last long.

As Liu Zhulao left in despair, the greedy disciples followed him away like flies, and the place returned to peace.

After Wang Zhaochu carefully confirmed Xu Yunshuang's Taixing Dan, he left without saying anything more.

He respects every disciple's secret.

Xu Yunshuang still needs to consolidate her cultivation, so she is continuing to retreat.

The insights gained at this time will be crucial in the future.

Zhao Chu's secret room is quiet again!

Boom!

Boom!

In the early morning, Qinghe ran out of Zhao Chu's virtual space.

Zhao Chu wanted to cry but had no tears.

He finally accumulated hundreds of Taixing Pills, but they were all devoured by Qinghe.

Not a single one was left behind, it was simply a sweep.

That's right, Qinghe at this moment is even fatter than can be described.

In Zhao Chu's eyes, the blue crane is basically a round balloon with some blue bird feathers stuck on it.

Not normal!

Zhao Chu frowned and his face was ashen.

He was not feeling sorry for those Taixing Pills, they were just some pills that could be refined soon.

Zhao Chu was worried about Qinghe's safety.

No more energy.

right!

Zhao Chu used the power of his spiritual mind to detect repeatedly, and found that there was indeed no breath in Qinghe's body, just like a corpse.

No, it's not even a corpse.

Like a cold stone.

This was a very scary feeling. Zhao Chu was anxious, but he was completely helpless.

When he went to the Demon Realm, Zhao Chu was still in the Golden Core realm. After walking side by side for such a long time, Zhao Chu also had special feelings for Qinghe.

A relationship that has been hanging by a thread countless times, Zhao Chu feels that it is more like a partner.

"Didn't you say you would wake up today? You should wake up soon!"

Zhao Chu looked at the hairy flesh ball, his forehead covered with sweat.

One minute.

Ten minutes.

One hour.

Two hours.

Time passed bit by bit, and Qinghe's body seemed to have turned into a fossil, with no breath anymore.

Zhao Chu remained motionless and observed solemnly.

Unknowingly, Zhao Chu's fists became tighter and tighter, and his nails even dug into his flesh.

His heart gradually despaired.

Boom!

Suddenly, two dull sounds appeared inside Qinghe's body.

Buzz!

Zhao Chu stood up abruptly, and his pupils instantly burst into bright fire.

Live!

Qinghe is still alive!

Just stay alive.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

It's like someone playing a drum in the belly of a blue crane. The muffled sounds come one after another, and a layer of sound waves spreads in the air.

A few minutes later, Zhao Chu took a breath of cold air.

Qinghe's bulging body suddenly shriveled up.

Yes, it's like a balloon deflating, that kind of extremely weird dryness.

The original bird feathers turned into ashes, and the blue crane's skin was like waste paper soaked in water, limp and hanging on the ground.

No breath at all!

Zhao Chu immediately used the power of his spiritual mind to detect Qinghe's aura.

Bad news.

The green crane's body shriveled up, like a skin that had been weathered for a hundred years and continued to wither.

Its breath is still blank.

"It's over!"

Zhao Chu's hands and feet were cold and his head was buzzing.

All signs indicate that Qinghe is dead, a clean death.

Boom!

Seeing Qinghe's body withered, Zhao Chu was helpless. He sat down on the ground, his mind went blank, and he had no idea why this happened.

ash!

After a while, the green crane's skin also rotted into ashes.

Like burned paper, dark and filled with endless grievances.

call!

At some point, a gust of wind was sucked in from the air inlet of the secret room.

Qinghe's body suddenly disappeared into smoke.

Gone!

The most primitive dust, nothing remains.

Zhao Chu looked at the secret room blankly, and kept checking the Xu Mi space.

Completely gone, truly gone.

All the breath of Qinghe just evaporated from the world.

Not a prank.

With the strength of Zhao Chu's second-level spiritual mind, Qinghe simply couldn't hide it.

Tick ​​tock!

Cold sweat fell to the ground.

The dark chamber was so silent that it was breathless.

Everything happened so suddenly.

Even if Qinghe died on the battlefield, Zhao Chu would not feel so uncomfortable.

His death was unclear.

He died inexplicably.

Zhao Chu suffered from liver colic and had no idea what was happening.

A teardrop welled up in the corner of his eye.

Could it be that Qing He ate too much poison pill and died from it?

"Hey, Zhao Chu, why are you crying?"

At this moment, Zhao Chu stood up quickly.

A voice appeared in his mind.
To be continued...