His tone became more and more gloating: "Xiaoxian suddenly remembered what General Fu Hu said that day. It seemed that not long after the devil was caught, the woman vomited blood and fainted!
Alas, come to think of it, a person who has been poisoned by the seven-night heart-stealing Gu doesn't have much energy in the first place, but she still wants to show off her strength and take Fuxi Qin to Ziyun Peak. Now it's better, her spiritual power is exhausted and her spiritual roots are damaged.
I’m afraid I’ll die soon…”
It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon!
The dark purple light surrounding Feng Qingyang suddenly trembled.
In this blink of an eye, Shang Xuanli, who had long been prepared to grab the sword, flew forward and instantly grabbed the Wentian Sword, which had unstable magic power, into his hands.
Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Shangxuan Lishuang's proud and wild laughter.
He caressed the sword in his hand fondly, his deep eyes sparkling: "Hahaha... Wentian Sword! Wentian Sword! One of the three greatest treasures in the world, I hold you in my hands!"
Thinking about how many times he had fallen to the combination of Wentian Sword and Fu Xiqin in the past few days, Shang Xuan Lishuang's eyes jumped with a dark light.
Uh-huh, now that Wentian Sword is in his hand, let’s see how much trouble this devil in front of him can stir up!
He grasped the hilt of the sword and pointed it directly at Feng Qingyang's chest: "Tian Lingzi, do you want to test the power of this sword?"
Feng Qingyang looked at his ferocious smile with indifference, and his calm and gentle attitude was like a respected senior looking at an ignorant junior.
He said coldly: "How powerful my treasure is, I know better than you!"
"You know? But you have never experienced the ecstasy when it pierces the body!"
Shangxuan Lishuang's expression changed, and the smile on his face was replaced by hatred in the blink of an eye.
He half-closed his eyes, and a murderous dark light burst out from the slits in his eyes.
"Great Immortal Dongluo, do you think that if Tian Lingzi dies in the cracks between these fourteen levels, will the Emperor of Heaven be very happy when he finds out?"
"Of course! Everyone knows the long-cherished wish of the Emperor of Heaven to eliminate evil. If the God can eliminate evil for the people and fulfill the Emperor's wish, I believe that you will be able to leave this ghost place soon." Immortal Dongluo said flatteringly, his eyes
Mid-dark light overflows.
"Okay, in that case, what are you waiting for?"
Shang Xuanli's arms trembled, and the hand holding the Wentian Sword was raised high.
Just as he was about to cut off Tian Lingzi's head with a sword, suddenly, the magic crystal shone brightly.
It was as if the hilt of the sword had been grilled by the real fire of the three flavors, burning Shangxuan Lishuang's hand. Shangxuan Lishuang accidentally almost threw the Wentian Sword away.
Frowning, he concentrated his spiritual power into his palms in an attempt to protect them. However, the heat of the Wentian Sword was getting higher and higher.
It was as if the boiling lava was sticking to his hands, and even with the protection of spiritual power, he couldn't stop its burning.
"God of Plague, you also want to control me? Hahaha..."
The magic crystal suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, like a demon that had been sealed for many years. It disdained Shangxuan Lishuang's touch.
The sword bent, and it suddenly turned its head and was about to cut off the big hand holding him in the blink of an eye.
"Well……"
Shangxuan Lishuang was shocked, subconsciously let go, and flew back quickly.
Dongluo Immortal on the side was frightened by his fierce reaction, and flew back in a hurry, asking Xuan Lishuang: "God, what's going on?"
"Hahaha...ignorance! Fortunately, you are still gods!"
Magic Crystal laughed and flew back to Feng Qingyang with the Wentian Sword. The wild laughter was full of contempt for the gods.