"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, colliding 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, with 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."