Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Qingfeng was frozen in place, motionless. He raised his hands high, the spiritual energy condensed on them had dispersed, and his eyes looked forward blankly.

"Magic skill - lost soul!"

Feng Lishang raised the corners of his lips and softly uttered a few words. "Look, you will be more obedient this way!" Although a person with Qingfeng's cultivation level cannot persist for long.

Her body turned slightly, the fragrant wind spread everywhere, and even the whisk that dragged Master Qingyan followed her around and almost escaped.

Then she saw Qingyan's body staggering a few steps. Seeing the opportunity coming, she quickly kicked him sideways and kicked him hard in the chest. This kick brought with it seven or eight points of her spiritual power. , the purpose is to take the life of this stinking Taoist priest!

"Brother!"

The Qingmeng Pine in the distance screamed heart-breakingly and rushed towards this side!

It was a pity that the distant water could not save the near fire. He could only watch helplessly as the body of Master Qingyan left only an afterimage, flew out like a kite, and hit a big tree hard. , then slipped down and fell hard to the ground.

Qingyan spit out a mouthful of bright red blood and coughed violently. However, he did not fall down like this, but continued to struggle to get up from the ground, holding on to the big tree and breathing heavily.

Qing Mengsong rushed over to check his injuries, and injected spiritual power into his body to stabilize his injuries.

"Senior brother...how are you, senior brother..."

he asked while healing him.

"No... no problem... I didn't expect this demon girl to be so powerful. This calamity for our Sanskrit Palace... I'm afraid..."

He smiled bitterly.

This was the first time Qing Mengsong saw a look of despair on his senior brother's face. Master Qingyan had always been confident and indifferent.

Suddenly, Qing Yan grabbed Qing Mengsong's hand with a solemn expression. The force was so strong that Qing Mengsong almost shouted, "Junior brother! Run! I'll stop her. You take those children and leave quickly." !”

Master Qingyan looked at him with an expression of determination and determination to die.

Qing Mengsong's lips trembled a few times, and his heart felt sour. Even if his senior brother tried his best to let him go, he still had to be able to leave! Feng Lishang controlled Junior Brother Qingfeng and seriously injured Senior Brother Qingyan within a few dozen moves. He wanted to leave in front of such a monster, but how could he?

At the top of the mountain where the Fanyin Palace is located, there is only one way to go down the mountain. Even if all the disciples try their best, it is impossible to fight against Feng Lishang, let alone run down the mountain! Senior brother clearly knows that everyone in Fanyin Palace has already stepped half-legged into the gate of hell. Let him run, but it will only live a little longer.

"Senior brother!" He gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red.

Why didn't he think of these love words? It’s just that if you don’t do anything, no one will survive! If you work hard, there may be a glimmer of hope.

"Hmph, I would like to advise you not to fight to the death. Maybe you can die quietly and die more happily!"

At this time, Qingfeng's eyes gradually began to focus. He was in a trance for a moment, and immediately remembered what happened before. He squinted his eyes, re-concentrated his spiritual power in his hands, and directed a Baguazhang towards the wind with bursts of roaring sounds. Hit Li Shang in the back!

"You came to your senses so quickly?" Feng Lishang dodged lightly and gave him a wink.