Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

In fact, he wanted to take Feng Lishang into the magic weapon, but Feng Lishang's cultivation was too heaven-defying and couldn't take it in at all, so he could only leave her alone to take the others in first.

Feng Lishang stood there with a confused look on his face. Why did she hide everyone just by hiding from the thunder?

Taking a closer look at the scroll in the fat man's hand, she seemed to tremble slightly. This time she finally understood. It turned out that the fat man had used a magic weapon to collect those nasty things!

"Damn fat man, this princess orders you to release them quickly, or I will cut you into pieces!" She stroked the broken hair in front of her forehead, spoke softly, and moved her red lips lightly, but her words were cold. The ice shards fell straight off.

"Witch, don't talk nonsense!"

Qingmeng Songyuan stared, and the fat on his face trembled angrily. He carefully put away the scroll and stuffed it into the front of his clothes. This damn woman dared to call herself fat. How could she be fat? Already? My senior brother said that I am obviously blessed with good looks!

I saw his fat finger pointing at her, and a white stream of light flashed quickly from his fingertips and shot straight towards Feng Lishang's heart!

Feng Lishang rolled his eyes contemptuously, how dare he attack her despite his level of cultivation? This damn fat man is looking for death!

Then I will be merciful and send him on his way!

"Damn fat man, since you are so anxious to seek death, then I, the princess, will help you!"

One of her hands turned into the shape of an eagle's claw, and a large amount of black energy surged out from her palm, and the area became larger and larger. The stream of light produced by Qingmeng Pine was as thin as a shooting star in the night sky. It passed quickly, and then disappeared into the black energy she released, leaving no trace.

Then Qingmengsong suddenly covered his neck with both hands, his face turned red, his eyeballs protruded outward, as if he was struggling to death, his body rose little by little, his legs kept kicking, and his expression was very ferocious. .

"With your cultivation level, you are worthy of taking action against this princess?" Feng Lishang's eyes were charming, but there was a coldness in the corner of his mouth. His proud figure was upright, like poison that enchants the soul, mysterious and fragrant, but dangerous and deadly. .

"stop!"

"stop it now!"

Qingyan and Qingfeng flew up almost at the same time and launched a crazy attack on Feng Lishang. The two were simple and rough, fighting directly in close combat. As long as Feng Lishang couldn't take care of himself, she would have no way to attack Qingmengsong again.

Just as they expected, Feng Lishang was still a little confused when facing the two of them. She could no longer take care of Qing Mengsong, so she threw him to the ground like a dead dog and concentrated on dealing with it. The two people who attacked him.

After dozens of moves, Qingfeng's brows gradually twisted into the character "Chuan".

Because he found that neither he nor his senior brother together was a match for this woman, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Master Qingyan flicked his whisk, making a sound of breaking through the air. The whisk was as if it were alive, and he found the right opportunity to tightly wrap around Feng Lishang's wrist, making her unable to move freely!

good chance!

At this time, Qingfeng took advantage of the opportunity and struck Feng Lishang in the temple with his knife!

Just this one hit would definitely make her seriously injured or even unconscious!

"Are you willing to let me die?"

At this time, a charming female voice with eighteen twists got into Qingfeng's ears.

The sound caused his movements to suddenly stop and his eyes to lose focus.