Chapter 341

Soon, after Ziyun simply told Yinling, the whole plant suddenly became quiet. The feeling of silence made people feel a little scared.

Yin Ling sat weakly on the chair, and his pale little face could not help frowning.

"You mean he was poisoned and did that to you, and he didn't know it?" Yinling couldn't help asking.

"Yes, sir... Xiao Yao doesn't know. I've tried him several times, and just now after I threw my mobile phone to him, he saw the video inside and was obviously stunned, so he didn't chase us..." Ziyun explained.

After hearing Ziyun's words, Yinling frowned slightly again.

She slowly looked at the purple cloud, and a light flashed in her eyes.

If the boy just knew about it, from today's point of view that he gave up chasing me and Ziyun, he should feel guilty about Ziyun. If he feels guilty about Ziyun in his heart, can I use Ziyun as a shield and try to kill him?

Thinking of this, the cold light in Yinling's eyes flashed again.

But soon her eyes sank again.

No, Xiao Yao, this boy must be killed by the saint herself.

If the saint can't kill him, I'll take Ziyun as another chess piece and let her solve the boy at that time.

It seems that Lord Jinling should be informed of this matter in advance.

Now Ziyun is broken.

At least she will be punished by Lord Jinling.

At this time, Ziyun saw the cold light flashing in Yinling's eyes, and her heart trembled slightly.

"Yinling, what's the matter with you... I have said everything I should say. Please don't tell Jinling..." Ziyun quickly knelt down in front of Yinling and begged.

She knew that if Yinling told Lord Jinling about it, according to Lord Jinling's temper, he would throw himself into the poison pool in the back mountain.

The poison pool in Houshan is the most terrible place in Yuling mountain. No one wants to go there.

Therefore, Ziyun naturally worried that Yinling would report it to Lord Jinling.

Hearing Ziyun's words, Yinling came back to God.

Then she smiled at Ziyun.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't tell Lord Jinling about it. In fact, it's not your fault. The boy is strong on you. All the responsibility lies with him, Ziyun. You don't have to worry. I'll kill him and get your innocence..." Yinling whispered to Ziyun.

Hearing Yinling's words, Ziyun didn't feel any sense of security, but had some ominous premonitions.

She doesn't know what Yinling wants.

"Lord Yinling, your cultivation is not as good as before. How are you going to kill him..." Ziyun asked worried again.

Hearing Ziyun's words, Yinling looked at Xiao xun'er sitting in the middle of the room.

"Hum... Even if my cultivation is not as good as before, it's still easy for me to kill the boy, but the boy still needs the saint to solve it himself. The saint should wake up tomorrow. After the saint wakes up, let her kill the boy..." Yin Ling said coldly.

Hearing Yinling's words, Ziyun looked at Xiao xun'er.

She looked at Xiao xun'er's white body and frowned slightly.

She naturally knows that Xiao xun'er likes Xiao Yao very much.

I don't know if she can do it.

However, if she wants to be the holy daughter of the psychic medium, she must cut off her love.

To cut off love, you must kill Xiao Yao.

It seems that Xiao Yao may not be able to escape this time.

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Qinglin City, Qinglin University.

Now it's more than twelve o'clock in the evening. The dormitory in the school has already closed and turned off the lights. The whole school has become quiet.

At this time, Xiao Yao has returned to dormitory building 11.

When he walked through the dormitory corridor and passed Ziyun room, he suddenly stopped.

Then he looked at the familiar door and frowned slightly.

Then he came forward and gently knocked on the door of Ziyun's room.

However, after a dozen knocks in a row, no one in the room came to open the door.

I'm afraid the room is empty.

Not only is there no one, I'm afraid there will be no one in the future.

Because Ziyun's identity has been exposed.

She will never live here again.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao felt a little lost.

In fact, he and Ziyun got along fairly well during this period of time.

After all, Ziyun is really good. He likes to tease her when he is free.

Now Ziyun suddenly left, and he felt a little reluctant.

And now he has taken her innocence.

The next time we meet, he really doesn't know how to face her.

Soon, looking at the door for a long time, Xiao Yao also reluctantly walked back to his dormitory.

After returning to his dormitory, he quickly sat cross legged on the bed. Now he wants to see how the God clock he just got is different from the God in his mind.

Soon, Xiao Yao's eyes closed slightly, and a divine consciousness rushed to his own mind.

At this time, two golden bells floated in Xiao Yao's mind.

The two little golden clocks are the same size and shape. They look like they are carved in a mold.

As like as two peas, they are all alike in their ancient patterns.

Obviously, the two small clocks are of the same kind.

However, they are not exactly the same.

Because they are a little different.

That is the two simple characters on their clock bodies.

The little clock he got in the fairyland is engraved with the word "Nine", while the little clock he just got is engraved with the word "two".

Looking at the above two words, Xiao Yao frowned slightly.

He remembered that the nine golden bells at the foot of the statue of the seminary were also engraved with numbers in order.

Moreover, he remembered that the nine golden bells were called "shenhuang Jiuding".

It seems that these two small clocks should be the emperor Jiuding.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao couldn't help grinning.

You know, the little clock in his mind is quite domineering. It was it that robbed his divine consciousness from the Dragon sky robbery at the beginning.

If it hadn't been for this golden bell, I'm afraid he would have been killed by Yulong Tianjie.

Therefore, he felt that the golden bell must be a baby against the sky.

Now that he has got the same rebellious baby, how can he be unhappy.

However, he was happy, but he studied the two golden clocks for a long time and didn't understand what the clocks were for.

Then he was ready to inject his immortal spirit into the newly obtained divine emperor seed.

He wanted to see if the divine clock could also store his pure Fairy Spirit.

But then something surprised him happened.

This flowing Fairy Spirit can't enter the newly obtained "No. 2" divine emperor clock.

This divine bell seems to reject this pure Fairy Spirit.

Seeing this, Xiao Yao was stunned.

"What's the matter? Why can't this divine clock absorb its own immortal spirit? Are these two divine clocks used for different purposes? " Xiao Yao murmured in his heart.

Then he tried again.

However, the immortal spirit still did not enter the newly obtained "No. 2" divine emperor clock.

Looking at his immortal spirit, Xiao Yao was immediately blinded.

It is reasonable to say that these two emperors are the same thing.

Why can one absorb immortality, but the other can't.

Is there really any difference between them?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao couldn't help looking carefully at the God clock he had just got.

He wanted to see the difference between the two divine clocks.

In this way, Xiao Yao's divine sense shrouded the little clock directly.

However, at the moment when the divine knowledge covered the small clock, Xiao Yao suddenly felt that the small clock was spinning rapidly.

The speed of the rotation was so fast that people felt dazzled.

Then, a man with a long sword and a black hair shawl appeared in the rapidly rotating small clock.

The man seems to be dancing a sword inside.

It's like the most pure sword technique between heaven and earth.

The long sword in his hand seemed to go up to the stars in the sky and down to hell in the dark.

The bright meteors and the dark ghost fire in hell flowed between his swords.

All this illusion is shocking.

Shocked at the same time, there was a very comfortable feeling.

Looking at the dancing figure of the man with long hair, Xiao Yao was completely dull.

He just stayed there motionless and felt the man's dancing sword.