The host is messing with moths every day

Chapter 138 The Little Junior Sister Being Substituted 41
Seeing that she had saved her, the woman in white bit her lips, "You saved me, I, Bai Feng, owe you my life!"

While dealing with Ying Mei, Mo Ziling winked at her, "I don't want your life, why don't you promise me with your body!"

The woman in white: "..." No matter when, you still have the heart to say this!Sure enough, I still can't change my foxy temper!

But let her say this, the complex emotions in the woman's heart dissipated a lot, she turned the handle of the umbrella, swept across the group of Yingmei in front of her, and continued to focus on killing the enemy.

Patriarch Wan Teng's mind flashed many figures, and in the next second, she locked onto a snow-white figure, and said word by word, "Yan Wuhen."

"Ancestor Penglai?" Patriarch Baili summoned a lark and asked it to deliver a message, "Ancestor Yan is indeed the person with the highest cultivation level in the Cangxuan Continent, so we can only invite him to have a try right now!"

Patriarch Shan Yu looked worried, "I'm afraid that something will happen to Patriarch Yan. After all, the devil has been out for a while, but Patriarch has not shown up for a long time. This is not in line with his temperament."

The owner of Wan Teng held on with one breath, and manipulated the fallen wooden puppet again, "Try it as much as you can!"

"Look! What's that in the sky?!" Someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked up, and saw that the devil wrapped in black air was surrounded by countless purple petals, and the Yingmei in the cracks in the sky slowed down and flew towards the devil. It seems to stop something.

On the opposite side of the devil is a little girl, standing above the void, her red dress being blown by the wind.

Tiny, but not to be ignored.

Countless petals condensed from her palm, and then floated around the devil, forming a cage-like ellipse, and tightened little by little.

She flew close to the devil, the red color was getting closer and closer to the huge black ball, and more and more petals she condensed.

The system looked at it with trepidation, for fear that its host would die due to exhaustion of spiritual power.

"It's Xiaoyou Jiang! She's dealing with the devil!"

"But isn't Jiang Qianxuan's cultivation base only foundation building? She can suppress the devil! How did she do it?!"

"And those petals! How strange! I've never heard of someone using flower petals as a weapon!"

"What's the matter! Senior Yan still uses bamboo leaves as weapons!"

The system that heard them say: "..." Suppress the devil?Ah!You still don't know that she released the devil!
With Qianxian dealing with the devil, many Yingmei were summoned by the devil, and everyone was able to catch their breath.

Patriarch Wan Teng saw that Ying Mei was going after Qian Xian, his face changed slightly, "No! We have to protect that little girl!"

The other three Patriarchs also noticed it. They exchanged glances with each other, and then formed an formation to protect Qian Xian.

Mo Ziling squinted her beautiful eyes, and immediately poured [-]% of her spiritual power into Bai Ling, throwing it towards the group of Yingmei.

Others also injected their spiritual power into the magic weapon to kill the Yingmei around Qianxian.

Qian Xian's eyes were calm, and her soft white face was not as calm as she looked. She just condensed more petals, and did not do any substantial damage to the devil.

But the devil seemed to be enraged, it stamped its feet, and a black shadow quickly attacked Qian Xian, accompanied by a weird tune.

There seemed to be some kind of spiritual power in that tune, and it made people feel exhausted when they heard it. People with low cultivation levels even collapsed to the ground, unable to regain their strength.

Qian Xian originally wanted to wrap the petals around the devil, but she didn't expect it to fight back, so she could only suspend this thought and deal with the attack from the devil.

Her face was sullen, and her expression became a little more serious.

The black light came before her eyes, and she was ready to sacrifice the Dragon Whip. Unexpectedly, countless bamboo leaves appeared in her vision, a flash of white light flashed, and the clear and familiar fragrance lingered between her nostrils. She fell into a warm in the arms.

The man snorted, but his arms hugged her tightly like iron tongs, as if he wanted to integrate her into his flesh and blood.

With an attitude of absolute protection, he protected Qian Xian in front of him, blocking the fatal blow from the devil.

Blood overflowed from his lips, and that color also stained Qian Xian's eyes red, her heart shrank slightly, and a needle-like pain spread from her heart.

The man lowered his head, his phoenix eyes were full of affection and distress. Enduring the pain in his body, he bent down tremblingly, and in the eyes of everyone, he put his forehead on the little girl's pure white forehead.

He closed his eyes, his voice was weak and broken, "Xiangxian, I'm sorry, I'm not using this to coerce you to forgive me, I just want to express my attitude to you..."

Countless memories poured into Qian Xian's mind like a flood, and the pain in her heart made her speechless. This was not her feeling, but the feeling he passed on to her.

The little girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were lowered, making it difficult for people to see her emotions clearly. Only from her undulating breathing, one could see that she was not calm.

(End of this chapter)