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On a huge protruding green and yellow stone, several vines extend downwards. In front of them are endless mountains and rivers, rising and falling one after another, presenting under the wider blue sky.

Jiang Qingyang sat on the edge of the stone, his feet were flying in the air, and there was a cliff hundreds of meters high under his feet. At this moment, just jumping, Jiang Qingyang could completely end his young life.

Compared to pain, Jiang Qingyang felt even more at a loss, confusion and fear spread throughout his body and reached the depths of his heart. It seemed that everything was just a dream, and he just wanted to wake up immediately, and then found that everything had returned to the past. He did not go to Tianmu Mountain, encountered monsters, and did not meet Xie Changchun's brothers, and Jiang Qiu was not dead.

Unfortunately, this is not a dream... Jiang Qingyang stayed here for a whole day, not looking for food, never thinking about going home, nor knowing how to walk the road ahead. He kept recalling the scene of his father Jiang Qiu struggling to protect himself at the death, fighting back with the enemy, burning blood, and the anxious and worried "Qingyang is leaving quickly". And his intermittent words - "Take good care of yourself!"

"Dad, you're dead, how can I take care of myself?" Jiang Qingyang raised his head and looked at the dark sky, without stars, without a trace of light. Everything was replaced by darkness, blood, cruelty, and slaughter.

"Why, why? Why? Why do you want to kill my father?" Jiang Qingyang shouted loudly in his heart, unwillingness, fear, and deep confusion swept over, making him tremble all over his body.

Recalling Jiang Qiu's indifference and care for himself since childhood, his angry scolding, and his deep nostalgia for Qinghe. Every time he got drunk and called her name, bought delicious food for himself, and did not let himself go out to play, and the fear and worry of seeing himself become a monster... Many scene fragments appeared before his eyes one by one, but Jiang Qingyang knew that all this would never be gone from now on.

"Dad, without you, I wouldn't have a home, nor myself. So, I'm sorry, I can't live, let alone take care of myself."

Without any warning, Jiang Qingyang stood up, slipped his feet and fell straight down the cliff.

Jiang Qingyang closed his eyes, his body fell rapidly, and the sound of the wind passed by quickly.

It seemed as if tens of millions of years had passed, and it seemed that there was only one moment, Jiang Qingyang's ears were filled with the sound of the whistling wind, as if the sound of the god of death calling.

The mind was running rapidly, and there was never a moment when I could think so much and so quickly like the current amphibian. Many, deep-memorable, not-so-deep, big and small things, longing, sadness, happiness, excitement, etc., all surged up at this moment, and finally all dissipated, leaving only the only thought: "It's a pity that I never knew what my mother looked like..."

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyang's eyes were opened in an instant, and a little purple and black light gathered in the depths of his pupils and spread out immediately. A deeper and more intense fear suddenly appeared, causing Jiang Qingyang to shake his whole body, struggle violently in the air, open his hands, and grabbing it randomly in the air. Looking at the gravel slopes that were approaching rapidly and the thick earth, Jiang Qingyang could no longer suppress the fear that erupted from his soul, and shouted with a "wow".

"Ah! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Help!"

Jiang Qingyang didn't want to face this world, he wanted to die! But when he was really dead, he was scared again!

The next moment, no matter how Jiang Qingyang thought, he fell heavily to the ground, bounced, rolled over, stopped moving, and lost his vitality.

No one saved his life!

As soon as Jiang Qingyang's broken body sounded, the black-red blood gushed out of his body, flowing into a thick and long line, invading between the dust, sand and stones.

The dead Jiang Qingyang suddenly slighted all over his body, as if his soul was out of his body!

Then a pull that was extremely powerful attracted him, pulling his soul into an uninformed space. The next moment, the sky was filled with purple light, forming thousands of lines, brightening the entire cliff!

Purple particles gently floated out of Jiang Qingyang's body, stirring in the air to the middle, forming a purple air. The purple air floated in the air a few times, changed in the wind, and turned into a purple human form. The purple light flashed on the human form and suddenly condensed, turning into Jiang Qingyang's appearance. It was his clone, transformed from the mysterious bead.

The clone looked at Qingyang without any expression. Then his body suddenly exploded and turned into countless purple particles again. He stirred in the air and covered Jiang Qingyang's body, wrapping him into a purple rice dumpling.

The night was shrouded in the darkness. But under the cliff where Jiang Qingyang jumped into suicide, there was a bright light, and purple air soared into the sky. Every part of Jiang Qingyang's body was wrapped in purple light. In the subtle areas, purple particles drilled into his body, constantly wriggling, and quickly repaired the damaged skin, muscles, bones, blood vessels, internal organs, meridians... so that it could grow and heal quickly, and it would become a faint purple color.

In just a moment, Jiang Qingyang's body was completely repaired and returned to his previous life. However, his skin was covered with purple, emitting a faint light, and under the night, it looked very strange and eye-catching.

A stream of light suddenly passed through the sky, making a violent sound of breaking through the air. A figure was wrapped in a white light cover, and his whole body was faintly visible. It flashed from this end of the sky and flew to the other end.

Then, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked down into the forest, and saw the purple light emitted by Jiang Qingyang under the cliff.

"Huh? What is that? Could it be that some spiritual herb is mature, or..." The man pondered for a moment, then turned around and flew towards the edge of the cliff.

The purple color of Jiang Qingyang's skin all over his body suddenly shook, and it was absorbed from bottom to top, disappearing little by little. Therefore, from the outside, the purple skin on Jiang Qingyang's feet gradually faded, disappeared, and returned to normal color. Then the legs, waist, chest, hands, neck, and color returned to normal. All the purple color penetrated into the inside of the body and disappeared. It continued until the head, face, upward, and to the forehead. But it suddenly stopped.

Because, the arrival of that man interrupted it!

That person is Jing Wuming, who had just been crowned the elder of the Weiling Sect!

Jing Wuming was ordered by the leader of the Weiling Sect to send a letter to several cultivation sects. Tianmu Mountain was also one of his itineraries. At this time, he happened to discover Jiang Qingyang's changes, so he rushed over to find out.

Jing Wuming fell off the cliff, and a wave of light spread out in his eyes. He swept down the cliff and found Jiang Qingyang.

"Is it him the strange phenomenon that just happened?" Jing Wuming's face flashed with confusion. He grabbed it with his hand, and Jiang Qingyang was held up by an invisible force and captured by him.

The purple color on Jiang Qingyang's face had not faded yet, so Jing Wuming saw the purple mark on his face at a glance. The mark had reached his forehead and wrapped around an eye socket, making it look a little ugly.

"Hmm?" Jing Wuming looked up at the top of the cliff, and then looked at the bloodstains around him. He couldn't help but wonder, "Are the mortals who fell off the cliff? The blood on the ground...but why there is no wound on his body?" Thinking of this, a wave of light shot out from his eyes and penetrated into Jiang Qingyang's body.

"There is no vitality, I am dead." Jing Wuming investigated it and came to this conclusion. Then his face changed, showing an incredible look. After carefully sweeping Jiang Qingyang with the wave of nothingness, he showed an ecstasy look on his face again, "It turns out! It turns out to be a pure Yin physique! I finally got nine of them together? Haha, haha! I have been looking for them for so many years, and I finally got them together today!"

Jing Wuming blew his mouth and the green air shot out, wiping out the dust on Jiang Qingyang's face. Then he touched Jiang Qingyang with love a few times, laughed, and said to himself: "Is the Yin-Yang Corpse Refining Array finally going to be successful today? Then let me try it, is it really that powerful!" Looking at Jiang Qingyang with his eyes closed, Jing Wuming said excitedly: "Boy, since you are dead, this body is useful to me, so lend it to me!"

The Void Light Wave swept around and found that nothing was abnormal. Jing Wuming took out a move with his hand and took out a bead that was lingering in coldness and stuffed it into Jiang Qingyang's mouth. Then he opened his mouth, spit out a transparent flying sword, lifted up with Qingyang, stepped on the sword, and flew through the air at a faster speed than before.

"Well, now I have to go back to Meigu first, hide him there, and then go back to the sect."

Thinking of this, Jing Wuming immediately turned around and flew away quickly.

It was not until dawn that Jing Wuming stopped at the foot of an inconspicuous mountain peak, and his spiritual sense swept around and confirmed that no one was following him, so he put Jiang Qingyang down.

Stir with both hands, and a finger trick was produced, which was buried in a stone wall that grew in moss.

The white light flashed on the stone wall, and a rippling wave.
Chapter completed!