"Brother Xiaoshan, don't kill her." Xiao Fu's voice came from behind.
Ling Xiaofu stepped forward. Long Xiaoshan relaxed his fingers slightly. Weng Mengyun felt breathing and gasped. At the same time, she also saw Ling Xiaofu, her pupils shrank and said: "Xiao Fu."
"Master." Ling Xiaofu nodded slightly, her expression very calm.
Weng Mengyun's expression changed. She didn't expect that Xiaofu was really saved by Long Xiaoshan. Although she told Long Xiaoshan that finding the holy spring in Qianmian Temple might save Long Xiaoshan, that was actually mostly speculation.
There is no certainty at all, after all, Ling Xiaofu's situation is almost as good as her soul being destroyed.
Now, Ling Xiaofu was standing in front of her.
"Xiaofu, I am so happy that you are still alive." Weng Mengyun said.
Ling Xiaofu looked at Weng Mengyun calmly: "Master, because of our past friendship, I can ask Brother Xiaoshan not to kill you, but you have to tell the truth, where is Miss Qingcheng?"
Weng Mengyun looked at Ling Xiaofu with a slightly bitter look in her eyes: "Xiaofu, I know you may hate me in your heart, but I really don't know what a beautiful girl is."
Long Xiaoshan raised his hand, and the magic power in the void condensed, and Wen Qingcheng's face emerged: "She is Wen Qingcheng, you must have seen her, don't test my patience again, I know she must be here."
Weng Mengyun's pupils narrowed when he saw Wen Qingcheng's image.
At the same time, the people from the barbarian tribes who rushed up from under the pyramid all knelt down, chanted, and worshiped into the void.
Although Long Xiaoshan could not understand their language, he realized that what these people seemed to be worshiping was the phantom of Wen Qingcheng he had 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 he shook his head repeatedly.
A dazzling golden light appeared in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and a terrifying spiritual thought invaded Weng Mengyun's eyes. With his current powerful spiritual thought, it would be easy to deprive Weng Mengyun of his consciousness.
When Long Xiaoshan's spiritual thoughts invaded Weng Mengyun's divine sea, Weng Mengyun's face suddenly became distorted.
Ling Xiaofu on the side looked a little unbearable, sighed slightly, and said nothing. She knew that Brother Xiaoshan was a person who valued friendship and loyalty. Miss Qingcheng had saved Brother Xiaoshan, so she must be very important to him.
In Weng Mengyun's divine sea, Long Xiaoshan's divine thoughts were raging, and they were ruthlessly depriving Weng Mengyun of his memory. Suddenly, an extremely powerful divine soul force surged out of Weng Mengyun's divine soul, and collided with Long Xiaoshan's divine thoughts.
Bang!
The collision of the two spiritual thoughts almost shattered Weng Mengyun's divine sea.
Weng Mengyun screamed, and blood oozed from his orifices.
But Long Xiaoshan was surprised to find that this spiritual thought was as powerful as Tianjun. Someone had possessed Weng Mengyun's soul, and that divine thought was somewhat familiar.
Although Long Xiaoshan's current spiritual will is so strong that he can completely suppress it.
But since Weng Mengyun was possessed by the soul, if he forcibly defeated that divine thought, then Weng Mengyun would definitely die.
Long Xiaoshan withdrew his spiritual thoughts and did not continue to attack. He stared at Weng Mengyun, his eyes gradually became extremely cold, and said: "Duanmu Ling, I know it's you, come out."
Weng Mengyun looked extremely miserable, bleeding from all his orifices, his face was pale, his head was drooped, and his 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 revealed a smile, which was extremely strange, and said: "Long Xiaoshan, we meet again."
At this time, Weng Mengyun's tone had completely changed, as if he had become another person.
But Long Xiaoshan has a profound memory of that voice and will never forget it.
Duanmu Ling.
This kind of tone is ruthless, arrogant, and treats all living beings as stupid dogs. Who else is she?
This woman is indeed still alive. She escaped as Su Huanzhen and disappeared without a trace. Now, her soul resides in Weng Mengyun. This guy has inherited the power of the Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva and has countless lives.
Moreover, since the Destiny Pearl points here, the disappearance of Qingcheng has a lot to do with Duanmu Ling.
When Tianyun Temple breaks through the Demon Palace, Wuming is not only the one behind the plan, Duanmuling is also behind the scenes?
Long Xiaoshan's heart was cold, but nothing mattered at this moment. He said in a cold voice: "The city is in your hands?"
Duanmuling said calmly: "Let me go first."
Long Xiaoshan clenched his fist slightly, but he did not have a seizure and let go of Weng Mengyun's neck.
He knew that since Duan Muling's soul was already in her body, controlling Weng Mengyun was of no use at all. Even if he killed Weng Mengyun, at most it would only make Duan Muling lose a clone.
What's more, Qingcheng is probably in Duanmu Ling's hands now.
Duanmuling took two steps back, rubbed his almost broken neck, and complained: "Long time no see, you are still so rude, Xiaofu, I really don't know what you like about her, why are you so rude to her?"
Men are dead set."
"Shut up!"
A sharp sword intent burst out from Ling Xiaofu's eyes. When it comes to the person she hates the most, Duanmu Ling ranks second in Ling Xiaofu's heart. No one can rank first.
Because of Duan Muling, she cut off her love and almost killed Long Xiaoshan with her own hands.
Because Duanmuling now occupied Weng Mengyun's body, she wanted to kill him.
Duanmu Ling felt cold all over her body, and the terrifying sword intent that escaped at that moment made her soul shrink violently. Duanmuling took two steps back, the smile on her face solidified slightly, and there was a trace of uncontrollable jealousy in her eyes.
He Buxin: "Jian Ying! Long Xiaoshan is really willing to give it to you. He actually passed the Jian Ying on to you."
This sword baby was condensed after she spent a huge price and sent her soul many times.
It's a pity that I spent my whole life making wedding clothes for others.
She, Duan Muling, has been practicing for two thousand years and has had countless opponents in her life. Beiming Zhenjun and Seven Kill Demon Lords are all outstanding among the outstanding people. They were all defeated by her pomegranate skirt, but she suffered a heavy loss here at Long Xiaoshan.
It ruined her thousand years of conduct.
What made it even more difficult for her to accept was that Long Xiaoshan actually passed the sword baby to Ling Xiaofu casually. It was Long Xiaoshan who took the sword baby away in the first place, so he could have kept it himself.
Doesn't he know the importance of the sword baby? It's impossible. How could a smart person like Long Xiaoshan not understand the power of the sword baby?
Then he did it voluntarily, which made Duan Muling even more incomprehensible. How could she, who had been pursuing the great road all her life and could use love as a furnace to practice swordsmanship, understand this kind of pure and selfless love.
This kind of emotion is undoubtedly stupid in her eyes.
Long Xiaoshan said: "Stop talking nonsense, tell me where Qingcheng is."
The trace of jealousy in Duanmuling's eyes disappeared, and he regained his composure, smiling and saying: "Qingcheng, it's a beautiful name. It turns out that Long Xiaoshan, you are still a passionate seed."
