"It's a little chalice~----" Qing Zheng looked at the golden cup on the stage, and a snow painting walked to Qing's side with the injured arm. The golden cup in front of him contained the souls of several heroic spirits wrapped in it, causing the magic power in the space to be unusually mixed, viciously steaming in the air, and the abnormal filling and release was unknown. However, looking at the so-called Holy Grail, Qing shook his head slightly, "That is not a Holy Grail---- or it can't be called a Holy Grail at all." Although it contains something similar to blood, what is real is a vicious thing that has condensed into substance------ and it is not at all a holy thing in the sense of the truth. “

"That's right. At the end of the day, it's not the real thing. ----But~ Anyway, you seem to have a certain understanding of the Holy Grail? It is said that the legend of King Arthur also mentions the story of the search for the Holy Grail! Are you also involved in this kind of action? Ichijo turned his back against the fence of the auditorium and tilted his head back to look at Ao's face. Qing turned her head to look at her for a while, and was silent for a while before withdrawing her gaze from the person in front of her.

"------When that happened, I was dead almost five or six years ago------" Qing said flatly, but the snow painting that had been shaking his head with great interest turned into a face full of embarrassment. "Uh----, hahaha---- it's really unexpected----- I remember that in the Demon Dao Classics---- it seems that there has never been a record of such a thing as you dying------" Ichijo Yukie said suddenly, and before he finished speaking, he covered his face with his hands in shame, "----I'm sorry----"

The sound was low, but it was unusually loud in the empty and quiet space. Qing sighed and didn't say anything, reached out and pressed it on the shoulder of a snow painting, and patted it gently. "That was my destiny and my own choice of death----- in many senses--- I felt that I had nothing to regret from beginning to end. --- I have fulfilled my promise and mission! "Qing used a very heavy voice in the words promise and mission, because if Qing had been given another chance at that time, Qing would have done the same thing!

"Alright, Master, let's gossip here for now. The sacrificial needs of the Holy Grail have not yet been satisfied, so take this opportunity to destroy this medium, and destroy it completely at once! -----" Qing probe glanced at the stage and audience seats on the first floor, the blood-colored pool was like a small swimming pool, without the slightest wave, and the small chalice similar to the source of blood liquid was still endless, overflowing with [evil] blood.

"In the end, that woman still hasn't escaped this fate, and has become this cup of filth." Qing muttered alone. Ichijo Yuki looked at Qing and smiled faintly, "Yes." In fact, it is also a part of fate, if you want to escape, or you want to be saved, you can't escape this inevitable fate---- more precisely, it should be given fate. No matter how you choose, you will only ---- in one inevitable direction." Qing Wenyan looked at Yi Xue Painting, who suddenly made such an inexplicable remark, but she didn't answer at all. Seeing this, Qing didn't ask too much. Turning over, he jumped directly down from the audience on the second floor, barely supporting an invisible plane in the air before he could touch the plane of the blood pool. It was dangerous and dangerous to stand still, and the blood and water were also close at hand.

In Qing's eyes, the entire space was locked by countless spells, interfering, attacking, and trunging---- countless spells were like a link to the [hole] in the sky, protecting the [Little Holy Grail] from being destroyed by natural causes. The magic contained in it has long gone beyond the scope of the Servant individual! Qing building a plane on top of the blood pool has also become extremely difficult from the original extremely easy! However, Qing still did it and did not fall into the pool of blood.