Wei Ning was extremely confused, but Cheng Feng's face was extremely pale, even gray!
Is it too late?
She actually got the "Death Summoning Book"!
Wei Ning wiped the blood from her mouth, knowing that this book might be a magic weapon to save her life, so she grabbed it and held it in front of her.
"Give me the summons book!" Cheng Feng held the hibiscus flower in one hand and extended his other hand to her. It didn't look like a negotiation, but more like an order.
Wei Ning sneered and looked at him like a fool, "Are you brainless? Why should I give you the summons book?"
"Leave it to me and I can spare your life!"
"What a joke, I'll save my life myself, so you don't have to worry about it!"
"You're stubborn, aren't you? Then I won't be polite!" Cheng Feng flipped the petals of the hibiscus flower upside down. In an instant, countless petals flew out from the inside, slowly forming a vortex.
In the whirlpool, a slender and white hand, like a hand carved from jade, stretched out.
Wei Ning was stunned, why could someone in the Netherworld, which is isolated from spiritual power, be able to use spells unscrupulously?
Whose hand is this in the whirlpool?
I saw that the hand only stretched out half of the arm, and then stopped moving forward. The index finger and thumb clasped together, as if waving gently to the summons book in her arms.
There was a huge suction force, like the door of a high-altitude airplane suddenly being opened, and the strong air pressure instantly dragged people out.
Wei Ning held the book tightly with both hands, and her body was sucked in. Then, the hand that was as beautiful as a work of art clasped her neck, forcing her to raise her head.
What the hell is this?
"Let go of the summoning book, if you don't want to die!" Cheng Feng reminded from the side, seeing that she was so young, after all, he couldn't bear it.
"I don't!" Wei Ning said stubbornly as her neck was pinched tightly.
She won't let go! Why? Just take whatever you want from her. She is no longer the helpless Shen Weining!
What she holds tightly will not let anyone take it away again!
Wei Ning held the summons book tightly, her other hand touched the small black sword on her calf, she pulled it out, then pointed it at Cheng Feng and threw it!
The small black sword pierced through the wrist of Chengfeng's hand holding the hibiscus flower.
There was a sharp pain, and he had to let go of his hand. The hibiscus flower suddenly fell to the ground, its petals scattered everywhere, but the light and hurricane stopped.
The hand clasped around Wei Ning's neck also disappeared.
"Cough cough cough..." She lowered her head and coughed. She raised her head and saw that Cheng Feng wanted to pick up the flower.
She immediately grabbed the 'God-killing Blade' on the ground and pointed the sword at Cheng Feng's neck.
"Dare to move again and try!"
Cheng Feng slowly raised his head, his handsome face pale and colorless, "Even if you get the "Death Summoning Book", it will not help, you can't use it at all!"
"You don't need to worry!" Wei Ning kicked the hibiscus flower away, stepped on it a few times, and found that it couldn't break. She picked it up, thought about it, and put it in the pages of the book.
Chengfeng watched her movements and originally wanted to urge the Fusang Flower again and ask the Master to kill this woman, but she put the Fusang Flower in the "Death Summons Book".
This woman is really smart!
"Why can you use spiritual power in the Netherworld?" The uncondensed sword pierced his skin a few inches.
