"Brother Xiaoshan, don't kill her." Xiaofu's voice came from behind.
Ling Xiaofu walked up and Long Xiaoshan relaxed his fingers slightly. Weng Mengyun felt breathing and gasped. At the same time, she also saw Ling Xiaofu, and her pupils contracted and said, "Xiaofu."
"Master." Ling Xiaofu nodded slightly, her face showing a very calm expression.
Weng Mengyun's face changed. Unexpectedly, Xiaofu was really rescued by Long Xiaoshan. Although she told Long Xiaoshan that the Holy Spring in Qianmian Temple might save Long Xiaoshan, it was actually mostly speculated.
There was no confidence at all. After all, under Ling Xiaofu's situation, it was almost the same as the soul and soul.
Now, Ling Xiaofu is standing in front of her.
"Xiaofu, you are still alive, I am so happy to be your teacher." Weng Mengyun said.
Ling Xiaofu looked at Weng Mengyun indifferently: "Master, for the past relationship, I can let Brother Xiaoshan not kill you, but you have to tell the truth, where is Miss Qingcheng?"
Weng Mengyun looked at Ling Xiaofu's eyes and felt a little bitter: "Xiaofu, I know you may hate me in your heart, but I really don't know what kind of beautiful girl."
Long Xiaoshan raised his hand, and the magic power in the void condensed, and Wen Qingcheng's face appeared: "She is Wen Qingcheng. You must have seen her. Don't test my patience again. I know she must be here."
Weng Mengyun saw Wen Qingcheng's image and his pupils shrank slightly.
At the same time, the people from the wild tribes rushed up from below the pyramid all knelt down, shouted and worshiped in the void.
Although Long Xiaoshan couldn't understand their language, he realized that these people seemed to be worshiping the phantom of Wen Qingcheng that he condensed.
He stared at Weng Mengyun and said coldly: "What are they talking about?"
"Nothing said."
A trace of fear appeared in Weng Mengyun's eyes and she shook her head repeatedly.
A dazzling golden light appeared in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and a terrifying divine thought invaded Weng Mengyun's eyes. With his powerful divine thoughts now, even if he deprived Weng Mengyun of his consciousness, it was very simple.
When Long Xiaoshan's divine thoughts invaded Weng Mengyun's divine sea, Weng Mengyun's face suddenly twisted.
Ling Xiaofu, who was standing beside her, looked a little reluctant, sighed slightly, and did not speak. She knew that Brother Xiaoshan was a person who valued friendship. Miss Qingcheng saved Brother Xiaoshan, which must be very important to him.
In Weng Mengyun's divine sea, Long Xiaoshan's divine thoughts were raging, and they would ruthlessly deprive Weng Mengyun of his memory. Suddenly, a strong soul power surged out of Weng Mengyun's divine soul, colliding with Long Xiaoshan's divine thoughts.
Bang!
The collision of two divine thoughts almost shattered Weng Mengyun's divine sea.
Weng Mengyun screamed, and blood oozed out of her seven orifices.
However, Long Xiaoshan was surprised to find that this divine thought was so powerful that it was comparable to the Heavenly Lord. Someone had a soul in Weng Mengyun's soul, and that divine thought was a little familiar.
Although Long Xiaoshan's current divine consciousness is so strong that he can completely suppress that divine consciousness.
But since Weng Mengyun was possessed by the soul and forcibly defeated the divine thought, then Weng Mengyun would undoubtedly die.
Long Xiaoshan withdrew his mind and did not continue to attack. His eyes were staring at Weng Mengyun, his eyes gradually became extremely cold, and he spoke, "Duanmuling, I know it's you, come out."
Weng Mengyun looked extremely miserable, bleeding from her seven orifices, pale face, and her head was low. Her beautiful face looked like a ghost at this time.
However, shortly after Long Xiaoshan spoke, Weng Mengyun slowly raised her head. With a miserable face, she slowly smiled, extremely strange, and said, "Long Xiaoshan, we are meeting again."
At this time, Weng Mengyun's tone completely changed, as if she had become another person.
But Long Xiaoshan remembered the sound deeply and would never forget it.
Duanmuling.
This tone is ruthless and arrogant, and regards all living beings in the world as straw dogs. Who is she?
This woman is indeed still alive. She escaped as Su Huanzhen and disappeared without a trace. Now, she is still in Weng Mengyun. This guy inherited the power of the Thousand Faces Bodhisattva and has countless lives.
Moreover, since the destiny bead points here, the disappearance of Qingcheng has a lot to do with Duanmuling.
When Tianyun Temple breaks the Demon Palace, it is not only Wuming who is planning, but Duanmuling is also behind the scenes?
Long Xiaoshan's heart was cold, but nothing mattered at this time. He said coldly: "The beautiful city is in your hands?"
Duanmuling said calmly: "Let me go first."
Long Xiaoshan clenched his fists slightly, but he did not get angry and let go of Weng Mengyun's neck.
He knew that since Duanmuling had already been sent to her, controlling Weng Mengyun was actually useless. Even if he killed Weng Mengyun, at most, Duanmuling would have lost a clone.
What's more, Qingcheng is likely to be in Duanmuling's hands now.
Duanmuling took two steps back, rubbed her almost broken neck, and complained: "Long time no see, you are still so rude, Xiaofu, I really don't know what you like her, why are you so rude
The man was devoted to his heart.”
"Shut up!"
A sharp sword intent burst out from Ling Xiaofu's eyes. To talk about the person she hates the most, Ling Xiaofu ranked second in her heart, and no one could ranked first.
Because of Duanmuling, she was disloyal and almost killed Long Xiaoshan with her own hands.
Cuofei Duanmuling now occupied Weng Mengyun's body, so she was about to kill the other party.
Duanmuling felt the coldness of her body. The terrifying sword intent that emanated from that moment made her soul shrink violently. Duanmuling took two steps back, the smile on her face froze slightly, and there was a hint of uncontrollable jealousy in her eyes.
He Buxin: "Sword Infant! Long Xiaoshan is really willing to give up, and he actually passed the Sword Infant to you."
This sword baby was so huge that she spent and how many times she sent her soul to form it.
Unfortunately, I made wedding clothes for others.
She practiced Duanmuling for two thousand years and had countless opponents in her life. The True Lord of Beiming and the Demon Lord of Seven Killings are all outstanding people, all of whom were defeated by her pomegranate skirt, but she suffered a heavy casualty here in Long Xiaoshan.
It ruined her thousands of years of practice.
What made her even more unacceptable was that Long Xiaoshan actually passed the sword baby to Ling Xiaofu casually. Long Xiaoshan took away the sword baby and could have stayed it by himself.
Could it be that he didn't know the importance of this sword baby? It's impossible. How could a smart person like Long Xiaoshan not understand the power of the sword baby?
Then it was his own voluntary, which made Duanmuling even more incomprehensible. She pursued the great way throughout her life and could practice sword art with love as a cauldron. How could she understand this pure and selfless love?
In her eyes, this kind of feeling is undoubtedly stupid.
Long Xiaoshan said: "Stop talking nonsense, where is Qingcheng? Tell me."
The jealousy in Duanmuling's eyes was curled up, and she regained her calmness and said with a smile: "Qingcheng, a beautiful name, it turns out that Long Xiaoshan, you are still a passionate seed."