The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Ming Fan and the demon saint had a fierce fight.

She couldn't kill the saint, but she couldn't escape from her entanglement.

Ming Fan led her away to prevent the disciples in the field from being too affected.

Being slapped away time and time again, and standing up again and again, not only the demon saint, but even Ming Fan himself shouted that she was awesome.

Without forcing herself, she really wouldn't have discovered that she had the potential to be a little strong.

Ming Fan spurted out another mouthful of blood and hit the tree hard, causing the tree to fall... She felt that her internal organs were like kneading noodles, they must have been mixed together in her body, regardless of each other.

In a true sense of the word.

Ming Fan gritted his teeth and poured in a bottle of elixir, twitching the corners of his lips: "Come again."

Damn it, what is not yours is not yours after all. Compared with the real Nascent Soul, it is still quite different.

The three spears were knocked away by the magic blade, and Ming Fan was thrown out again.

The demon saint touched her broken arm and walked towards her slowly: "I have played with you for so long, and now I will personally send you to hell."

Ming Fan sat on the ground, squinting at her, blood flowing from his mouth and nose: "So it turns out that you are the one who is disabled and has a strong mind. You have learned a lesson."

Compared to Ming Fan, the demon saint has a broken arm and her clothes are in tatters. They both look like bastards and are the same as each other.

"We don't know each other before we fight, so I hope you have someone to feed you when you eat and someone to push you when you walk."

Ming Fan had a smile in his eyes, showing his sincere malice.

The trident halberd was inserted straight into the demon saint's body from behind, but she flicked her hand and flew out.

"Oh, it's inserted crookedly, what a pity." The three spears flew in front of Ming Fan like a stream of light.

"Hey, don't die. I just changed my sword and died. If you don't know, you might think I'm the bad guy."

"You care about me?"

"Who cares about you? Stop putting gold on your face."

Ming Fan smiled bitterly and tried to communicate with the still sleeping Gui Lao. Gui Lao, I guess this time, we will be ghosts together.

Half of the egg was whimpering in Mingfan's sea of ​​consciousness, but it couldn't do anything unless Mingfan released it.

"Shut up, I'll throw you away to feed the demon saint if you're crying." Ming Fan pretended to be angry.

A gust of wind came from the palm, Ming Fan lowered his head, there was no movement, and he looked completely lifeless.

"died?"

The demon saint snorted coldly and walked over step by step.

Closer... get closer...

When the demon saint was a few steps away from Mingfan, the surrounding magic circles rose into the sky, trapping her.

Ming Fan stood up with three spears in his hand. The time was up. When her realm fell back to the golden elixir, she would definitely die.

If you are going to die, let's die together.

Ming Fan raised his arm and forced out the blood from his heart... When the blood was not enough, Ming Fan raised his hand. When he was about to cut his wrist, his hand was pinched from behind.

"Little sister."

A gentle voice sounded from behind her.

Ming Fan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on Lin Wanshu's face. The corners of Lin Wanshu's smiling mouth froze visibly.

Lin Wanshu: "..."

Ming Fan: "..."

Oops, this is so embarrassing, why not pretend to be dizzy?

Ming Fan rolled his eyes and fainted.

Lin Wanshu laughed dumbly, and held Ming Fan firmly as she fell asleep, ignoring her shoddy acting skills. With a move of her hand, the green Hui Ling Grass wrapped her up, eventually forming a large green cocoon that fell to the ground.

"Keep an eye on the little junior sister." Lin Wanshuchong said to Mu, tiptoeing, and disappeared from the spot.

Ming Fan only felt that his limbs were stretched and he fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Wanshu looked at the demon saint who broke out of the formation and smiled gently: "Let's continue."

After saying this, countless vines shot up from the ground and drew towards the demon saint.

Several streaks of light flashed across the sky one after another, and the pressure of the Yuanying monks spread. The disciples of the Qingyang Sect on the battlefield looked up and saw who was coming, and they were all surprised.

"Senior Brother Leshan!"

"Senior Brother Xiao, Senior Brother Rong!!"

Xiao Yunyang said nothing, while Rong Hua and Leshan greeted the disciples with smiles like peacocks.

Along the way, I also easily eliminated many demons.

The aura on their bodies at this time undoubtedly does not mean that they have stepped into the Nascent Soul and are true Nascent Soul monks.

With the addition of Lin Wanshu and others, the battle situation was under control. You know, one more Nascent Soul-level monk is something that even a hundred golden elixirs cannot match.

Zheng Qian, Zhang Shan and others were already numb.

Today they saw the Great Transformation, the battle between the Golden Pill and the Nascent Soul, and the three-day Nascent Soul. In their hearts, they felt helpless and frustrated as the group of children in the south village bullied him into being old and helpless.

Even if someone jumps out and says that he is the reincarnation of Heaven and helps them realize their wishes, they can still cooperate and say a few words.

Qingyang Sect is so terrifying... Could it be that they have been pretending to be pigs and eating tigers before?

The elders were shocked when they thought of this possibility.

So scheming and calculating! He also said that he was a poor sect.

Poor, poor, poor, I am afraid that only talented people will be left among the poor.

Let's just show it to them.

People are wise and foolish, but they are the only ones who are really stupid.

The demons could not benefit from them in a short time, but relying on their large number of people, they began to adopt shameless tactics.

When Ming Fan woke up again, it was already three days later.

Her consciousness was overdrawn, leaving her head empty, and a few pitiful strands of spiritual energy were floating alone in the spiritual pool in the sea of ​​energy.

"Young junior sister, you won't become a fool." He Mu put his hand in front of Ming Fan and shook it.

Mingfan's eyes began to focus and he wanted to swat He Mu's hand away, but his body was so heavy that he could only give a sharp warning with his eyes.

"You scared us to death." Rong Hua wiped Ming Fan's face with a handkerchief.

They couldn't imagine that if it were a step later...well, it might be a little difficult to go to the underworld to find people.

Ming Fan rolled his eyes: Where are senior brother and the others?

Rong Hua raised his chin: "They are on the battlefield."

Ming Fan: Give me some medicine.

He Mu pointed at Ming Fan. Her whole body, except her head, was now covered in green grass.

"Elder brother said that this time you have made an exception to improve your cultivation. Your body is seriously deficient and you will have to lie down for a few days."

"Oh, by the way, Fourth Junior Brother said that your body is too weak to be replenished and you cannot take drugs."

"..." She would rather go to the Red Lotus Secret Realm and lie down.

Ming Fan rolled his eyes, and his wish for the demon saint had now come true for him.

At such a young age, she finally had someone to feed her when she was eating and push her when she went out.

It's great, these days are getting more and more promising...

Under the care of Lin Wanshu and others, Ming Fan felt like a mutated baby, growing rapidly.

"Little girl, don't you explain?"

An old voice sounded, and Qian Xing appeared in front of Ming Fan, staring at her calmly.