Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Xu Qingqing looked at Xuan Yi and felt particularly strange. In the past, when everyone was laughing and joking together, he was approachable even though he didn't talk much. He could ask questions and other things, and he could chat for a few words if he was in a good mood. But now Xuan Yi's aura It's so cold and stern that people dare not look directly at it, as if it is really that high-altitude god who controls everyone's life and death in the blink of an eye, but ordinary practitioners like them can only fear and worship, and dare not get close to it, let alone Blasphemy.

A purple glow suddenly appeared in the sky, and the purple glow gathered in a certain direction in the distance.

Xuan Yi suddenly looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes flickering, and after a long time he uttered a few words coldly, "I finally woke up..."

Feng Ying, I wonder how the forget-the-soul pill I gave you tastes?

Even if you wake up after soaking in the blood of flames, you will still be in a coma after losing one soul! From now on, your intelligence will only be that of a five or six-year-old child. Considering that you have saved the God of Wind, I will spare your life, so that you will not pose a threat to the Divine Realm!

The purple clouds in the sky gradually receded after a few minutes. Xuan Yi stared at the "Red Sky Ghost Cauldron" with no expression on his face. There was no emotion on the surface, but the fingers behind his back were trembling slightly. With.

There is a voice in my heart that keeps repeating, Qingyan, you must come out alive for me! If you die, I will search all six realms to get your soul back!

Xiao Cha and Xu Qingqing were also very worried and hugged each other dejectedly. If it weren't for saving them, Qingyan wouldn't have come to the demon clan to rob people, and this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. The two of them blamed themselves and were sad, but they did not dare to cry loudly, so they could only cry silently.

Ling Gui couldn't help but have mixed feelings as he stared at the cauldron. His mind was full of images of fighting and joking with Luo Qingyan and Xiao Cha these days. Unknowingly, in just a few days, he became the happiest he had ever been. of several days. Rather than collecting souls for cultivation in Guimen Sect, he preferred to spend time with Luo Qingyan chatting with each other.

Only Mo Li glanced at everyone present with hatred. She wanted to remember every face related to Luo Qingyan. She thought she could use these people to find Qingfeng, and she could also go to Fanyin Palace smoothly. My younger brother Cheng'er didn't expect these people to step on the demons and humiliate him severely! She wants to go back for revenge! And him - she remembered this man, and she would never let go of this man and Luo Qingyan!

The hatred in Mo Li's eyes almost overflowed. Ling Gui suddenly felt the strong murderous intent on his back. He turned around to check in confusion. Mo Li hurriedly lowered his head to hide his emotions. He immediately pretended to be sad and sobbed twice.

"Qingyan... Although we have just met, I have sincerely made friends with you... I just didn't expect you to have such a miserable life. If you can come out, I will definitely take you to see the most beautiful scenery of our demon clan..."

When Ling Gui saw it, the beauty shed tears. Although she was the second princess of the demon clan, she didn't know who she was, so she should go over to comfort her.

After scratching his head, he really didn't know how to comfort someone, so he said stiffly, "Well... stop crying... Look, your mouth is still bleeding!"

Mo Li pretended to be sad and ignored Ling Gui's kindness. Ling Gui tried to persuade him a few words and found that it had no effect and stopped talking.