A muffled groan like a trapped animal echoed in the closed space, frightening those who heard it.
Dong Luo Daxian, who had been cast a body-fixing spell, was stiff all over.
The process of Shangxuan Lishuang being cut into pieces was played out nakedly in front of him. He watched helplessly as the man who held a high status in the immortal world died helplessly in Feng Qingyang's arms.
Under the sword.
In the end, even his three souls and seven souls were swallowed up by the magic crystal until there was no residue left!
demon!
Big devil!
How terrible!
Immortal Dongluo was trembling in physical and mental fear, and his dark brown eyes were full of fear and fear!
Suddenly, the big demon who "killed without blinking" slowly turned around and looked into his eyes. In those vast purple eyes, he saw the cold murderous intent, and he almost lost his breath in fear.
There was a rain of blood flying, and the tall and handsome man dragged the Wentian Sword that was still dripping with blood, step by step, slowly walked to the front of Dongluo Immortal, condescending!
"Great Immortal Dongluo, what did you see just now?"
The soft words were squeezed out from between the teeth, and the magma dripped down on Dongluo Daxian's heart.
He was still silent in the shock brought to him by Feng Qingyang, his straight eyes constantly replaying the tragic scene before Shang Xuanli's death.
Even if Feng Qingyang unlocked his acupuncture points, he did not dare to move, for fear that if he moved randomly, he would immediately become a dead soul under the sword.
Helpless, he could only keep begging for mercy: "Don't kill me... don't kill me..."
He didn't even dare to call himself "Xiao Xian" for fear of being punished with the same crime.
"Haha... How interesting! Great Immortal, don't you think you are wasting your breath by begging for mercy from a murderer?"
Feng Qingyang looked at him indifferently and sneered.
"No, no, no! You are not a murderer, you are not..."
Dong Luo Daxian's head shook like a rattle!
He doesn’t want any of the immortal’s dignity, immortal’s nobility, or face!
At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind - he wanted to live, he didn't want to be reincarnated forever!
His horrified eyes fell on the breathtakingly beautiful Feng Qingyang in front of him. Dongluo Immortal hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master Demon Lord, please forgive me. As long as I don't die, I will never say a bad word about you again."
!Really, please believe me..."
"I only know dead people and don't talk nonsense!"
The cold Wentian Sword made a sharp sound on the ground, and Immortal Dong Luo suddenly shook like a sieve.
"No, no, no! Xiaoxian will be as quiet as a dead person! Please believe me, please give me another chance!"
"..."
Dong Luo Daxian saw Feng Qingyang without saying a word, his heart in his throat.
The increasingly faster vibration frequency of the Wentian Sword made his scalp numb, and he suddenly thought of Feng Qingyang's hint just now, and he hurriedly said: "Master Demon Lord, please believe Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian really didn't see anything just now
Arrive! Yes, yes! I have never been to the fourteenth floor, I have never seen Shangxuan Lishuang, I have not seen anything! Even if the Emperor of Heaven asks, I will give the same answer!"
"Since you have never been to the fourteenth floor, how did you open the exit for me?"
"What exit?"
In panic, Luo Daxian raised his head and looked blankly into Feng Qingyang Yun Dan Fengqing's purple eyes.
I couldn't understand the meaning of his words.
Feng Qingyang looked at him with a chuckle, Wentian Sword moved slowly, and then moved an inch closer to Dongluo Immortal's chest.