Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Luo Qingyan was shocked!

He quickly and subconsciously used his spiritual power to break free from the chains on his body, but was horrified to find that the spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace.

"This lock..." Her voice trembled unconsciously.

Mo Li's eyes were filled with the joy of succeeding, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. He laughed forward and back, as if he was crazy, "What? Are you scared? Did you find that your spiritual power is gone? Your body has no strength? Hahaha... ...Luo Qingyan, you didn’t expect that?! Do you feel aggrieved now and want to ask me why I did this to you? Hahaha... I advise you to stop struggling and don’t waste your efforts! This lock is a thousand years old Made of soul stones, they can restrain you cultivators, but now that you have lost your spiritual power, you are just an ordinary person!"

Luo Qingyan stared at her without saying a word. She always thought that although Mo Li was from the Demon Clan, her heart was not bad. She was also very grateful to her for helping her with all her heart when she was in the Demon Clan. However, Luo Qingyan But she couldn't understand why Mo Li would attack her in Fanyin Palace. The person she admired was Qingfeng. What good would it do her to kill Qingfeng's apprentice now? Isn't she afraid that someone passing by will find out what she has done?

"Snapped!"

Mo Li slapped Luo Qingyan so hard that her head tilted to the side. Half of her face was swollen with red finger prints on it.

"Stop looking at me with that disdain!" Mo Li roared angrily. She was too familiar with this kind of look. When she was in the Demon Clan, almost everyone looked at her with this look, which was partly disdain, partly mocking, and partly contemptuous.

Luo Qingyan's whole body was exuding cold air, but she still didn't say a word. Just look at her quietly, looking angry or guilty.

When Mo Li met Luo Qingyan's indifferent and distant eyes, she felt inexplicable anger rising to the top of her head. She raised her hand and slapped her face again, this time with much more force than the previous slap.

Luo Qingyan only felt a warmth in her nasal cavity, and her head felt dizzy for a moment.

"Luo Qingyan, my first impression of you was very good. I even treated you sincerely and regarded you as a friend. But what about you? God Xuanyi almost killed me because of you, and Qingfeng because you refused to step into my yard. , even that dragon princess wants to ride on my head, but you are so enthusiastic about her, and you still treat her like a sister? Luo Qingyan, I am so good to you, why do you torture me like this?! Just because I am Feng Lishang’s sister?!”

The blood on Luo Qingyan's face was quickly washed away by the rain, and the fishy smell from the blood became stronger and stronger with the rain.

Mo Li's anger seemed to have not dissipated. She stared at Luo Qingyan coldly, with a cold smile on her lips.

"Do you think I will be indifferent?" Mo Li's voice was full of anger, and there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

"Go without worry, I will take good care of your master..."

Before she could finish her words, she was drowned by the sound of rain. Mo Li took a deep breath, and slowly pressed her delicate hands against Luo Qingyan's back. With a slight exertion, Luo Qingyan was like a withered tree without roots. The leaves quickly fell and disappeared in the rain and mist. Only the "scratching" sound of the iron chains rubbing against the mountain echoed in the mountain stream, like Mo Li's decisively turning back, which was particularly lonely.