A pair of ruthless hands suddenly pushed Feng Qingyang down the fourteenth floor crack. Amidst the shouts of warning, the exit of the fourteenth floor crack was closed in the flash of spiritual light.
A bit of icy cold wind blew from all directions, sweeping over the thinly dressed Feng Qingyang's body, causing goosebumps all over his body.
He lay prone on the ground. In this deserted corner, he finally stopped hiding the pain in his body and allowed himself to gasp.
Damn General Fuhu, he knew clearly that he was poisoned by Mo Mingxin, but he didn't hand him over to the Emperor of Heaven as soon as he caught him. Instead, he dragged him around and waited for the best poison.
It took time to bring it to the fairy world.
Now, the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow. Even if he is not taken to Wulei Pond and tortured, he will still be injured by the poisonous gas day and night, and he will have no peace.
Mo Mingxin! Doesn’t she feel relieved to see him in a state where life is worse than death?
Feng Qingyang shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly. Relying on the little strength he had, he struggled to get out of the confinement of the soul-obsessing chain and sit cross-legged in meditation!
When he closed his eyes, the corner of his eye glanced at the purple ruby on his ring finger.
The nine-turn psychic ring was dim and dull, as gloomy as his mood at the moment.
I don’t know what happened to the woman with the nine-turn psychic ring like him!
Did Luo Juege take her to Blackwater Bay?
Is Nalan Xuanyue willing to save her?
Xiao Qiansi lost his father all of a sudden. Isn't he very used to it and very unhappy?
The cold wind penetrated his body in waves, and his lean body gained an unknown vicissitude in the cold wind.
He missed them, mother and son!
miss so much!!!
Qingyang, for you, I will definitely live well!
Therefore, please take good care of yourself for Xiao Qian and me!
He looked at the couple's ring in his hand, and suddenly a familiar prayer sounded in his ears!
That was Xi'er's voice.
The voice seemed to come from the Nine-Turn Psychic Ring, but also seemed to come from his heart!
Like a long drought met with rain, Feng Qingyang's empty eyes suddenly burst into light. He looked intently at the ring on his hand. It was still lying on his ring finger without any luster, blending into the green and white finger.
However, he no longer felt sad.
"Xi'er, for you and Xiao Qian, I will definitely do well! So, you must also do well! Wait for me!"
He faced the nine-turn psychic ring and said silently in his heart.
The cold wind blew three thousand silver threads, and the red clothes made a sound.
In this place where Chen Xi also passed by, Feng Qingyang's heart was filled with positive energy.
Yes, for Xi'er and Xiao Qian, he will not be defeated by anyone, not even the poison that penetrates into his bones and blood.
With a strong will, he endured the inhuman torture caused by the soul-stirring chain, and he used his only magic power to summon the Wentian Sword in the Nine-turn Psychic Ring.
The sword was unsheathed and the light burst out, instantly frightening away the biting cold wind.
The sword's body was shining, and the purple-red dark light was like the rays of the sun, shrouding Feng Qingyang's body. The black magic crystal on the sword's hilt integrated with the magic power in his body, complementing each other.
His pale face was infiltrated by magic power, and the man in the purple light was so charming and charming that he was so beautiful that he was so beautiful.
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"Qingyang, I will definitely be fine! I will definitely..."
The abundant spiritual energy rippled around Chen Xi, creating circles of colorful ripples.
The purple lotus flower hovering on Chen Xi's chest was like a starved child, greedily sucking in the spiritual energy around it.