It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Lan Qingya summoned four ferocious beasts, the Mountain Spirit, the Human-faced Spider, and the Red Ridge Poison Ant to help in the battle.

It's better than nothing. It's still possible to interfere with the battle of some heavenly soldiers.

She didn't care about anything else and just kept chasing Fuzhi, beating her until she was in a miserable state.

After all, Fuzhi lacks combat experience, and even if she possesses supernatural powers, she doesn't know how to make full use of them.

The scars on his body increased and his injuries became more serious.

She wanted to turn around and seek protection from Emperor Zhaohua, but Lan Qingya took out a rope, dragged her to a farther place, and continued to attack.

Fuzhi relied on her magical powers to attack randomly, and Lan Qingya played like a cat playing with a mouse, draining her energy.

Seeing that Fuzhi was defeated and running out of energy, Lan Qingya planned to make one more effort to give her a fatal blow.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind behind me.

Lan Qingya dodged subconsciously, but found that there were two sounds of breaking wind. The two gods closest to her shot the swords in their hands at her back.

She dodged one, but another came as expected.

In a flash, a figure suddenly jumped out and stood in front of her.

Song Yanche was pierced through the chest by the magic weapon. He looked at Lan Qingya and gave her a gentle and comforting smile: "Qingya, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Lan Qingya's mind went blank.

Song Yanche lost his strength, and she hurriedly caught him as he fell, mumbling, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid."

"You fool, you just ascended, how can you resist the sword of the God General? Are you crazy?"

Song Yanche was no longer able to speak. His lips moved, and he could only make some meaningless hoarse sounds.

"A Che..." She raised her hand to wipe away the large amount of blood that overflowed from his mouth.

Song Yanche stopped breathing soon. When he looked at her, there was a faint smile on his face, as if he was comforting her and feeling relieved.

Lan Qingya's eyes were empty for a moment, and a strong wind caused by the rapid attack came from behind her.

The pearl hairpin in her hair flickered, and Song Yanche helped her block Fuzhi's attack again.

Without even turning her head, she swung the Shangxie Sword in her hand and stabbed backwards.

It pierced Fuzhi's abdomen directly.

Fuzhi lowered her head in disbelief. A sharp pain came over her and her body shook like a sieve.

Lan Qingya stood up expressionlessly, pressed her shoulders and turned her around so that her back was facing her.

The Shangxie Sword was across her neck. Lan Qingya put her lips to her ear and said coldly, "From the beginning to the end, the Heavenly Saint God has never liked you."

"Your feelings for him are not real. It was Zhaohua who made you like him."

"You bullshit!"

Fuzhi's face turned pale. She remembered what Lan Qingya had said, the issue of time, which had been lingering in her ears.

She also thought about it. Since she and Tiansheng had never met, why did she always firmly believe that she was destined to be with him?

"Until your death, you were just a tool of Emperor Zhaohua. How pitiful."

Lan Qingya said this without holding back and slashed her neck with a sword.

Blood gushed out instantly, forming a pool of blood quickly, and the scope was still expanding.

Fuzhi fell in a pool of blood and tried to mobilize divine power to heal herself, but the wounds on her abdomen and neck had severed her meridians, so the divine power could not flow smoothly.

Lan Qingya's words kept circling in her mind, and she looked at Emperor Zhaohua who was paying attention to the battle situation.

Is she just his tool?

When Wu Jie saw Fuzhi's condition, he suddenly looked sad.

The moves he used were even more brutal, and he and the four divine generals surrounded the exhausted Gong Yi Jue and Qi Yanchen.

The two men had killed hundreds of divine generals and were covered in blood. It was extremely difficult for them to raise their hands to fight back.

Suddenly, Emperor Zhaohua raised his arm and launched an attack.

Gong Yi Jue and Qi Yanchen, who were already struggling to resist, were directly pierced by this divine power, and their bodies were split in two in an instant.

Before that, they chopped off the heads of the four generals.

After killing Gong Yi Jue and Qi Yanchen, Emperor Zhaohua waved his hand lightly, and all the divine power on Fuzhi's body was absorbed by him in an instant.

Lan Qingya watched her senior brother and apprentice die before her eyes. She felt a buzzing sound in her sea of ​​consciousness and a sense of unreality swept over her whole body.

She was about to lose her mind, but a voice in her heart told her not to lose her mind.

Zhao Hua moved strangely, and she reacted and wanted to snatch it, but was surprised to find that he already had more than 20% of his divine power.

She was totally outclassed by him.

The divine power was plundered, and Fuzhi's body gradually dissipated, leaving only a light green jade flute.

Only then did Lan Qingya realize that she had been misled by Wu Jie.

She thought that Wu Jie's original body was Yuxiao, who possessed half of the father's divine power, but it was not the case.

Fuzhi is the jade flute.

That's why she was able to steal the power of heaven from the Five Elements Divine Mountain.

Wu Jie had half of Ji Wushang's divine power, while Fuzhi had 25% of his divine power.

Zhao Hua was afraid that Fuzhi would get out of control, so he took back 10% of her divine power when she came back to him.

In this way, he has 30% of the divine power, Fuzhi has 15% and Wujie has 50%.

Now, Fuzhi's divine power has been absorbed by him.

If Zhao Hua absorbed Wu Jie's divine power at this time, he would have 50% of the power of the Father God.

Lan Qingya’s face turned pale.

Even if he didn't absorb Wu Jie's divine power at this moment, she would not be able to defeat him again.

"Master!" Bai Churan suddenly let out a shrill cry.

Lan Qingya looked at him with a bit of dejection, only to see that his body was pierced by a divine general, who was using his last strength to push endless golden luck into her body.

Not far from Bai Churan, Fu Feng was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, his head chopped off by the god general next to him.

Lan Qingya's face was pale, her teeth were chattering, and the hand holding the sword was shaking constantly.

Feeling the luck that Bai Churan brought to her, she suppressed her gradually failing mind and kept telling herself to stay calm.

The moment the light golden power of destiny penetrated into her body, something that was originally scattered in the mortal world slowly gathered, majestic and turbulent.

Now the only ones fighting with her were Tu Shanwei and Xu Xianyuan, both covered in blood.

Those little fairies were almost slaughtered.

In the sky, the heavenly soldiers and generals of both sides were still fighting in a melee, and the morale of Lan Qingya's side was obviously not as good as that of the opposite side.

The mountain ghosts, human-faced spiders, and red ridge poisonous ants were all killed.

The four ferocious beasts bit to death hundreds of heavenly generals, but considering the huge numbers, these deaths could be ignored.

The defeat is set.

Lan Qingya didn't want to admit defeat like this.

She was thinking about how to deal with it in her mind.

The only chance is to capture the thief and the leader.

If you want to kill the current Emperor Zhaohua, the probability of success is almost negligible.

Even though she knew she was going to lose, she would rather lose in the battle with Zhao Hua than die miserably.

She suddenly thought of the Holy God. Did he know what happened here?

Ajun, please don't come out.

It would be best to just run away and never show up again until you are strong enough to crush Zhao Hua.

Lan Qingya thought so, and her red almond eyes revealed a sense of determination.

She raised her voice to Tu Shanwei, "Xiao Wei, give me the five-colored stone!"

Before he finished speaking, the seriously injured Tu Shanwei gritted his teeth and threw the thing to Lan Qingya.

There are twelve pieces from the demon world, six pieces from the Five-Colored Crane Clan, plus the original female vagina that Lan Qingya personally keeps, a total of nineteen pieces.

She used her spiritual power to stick the stones together and stepped on them.

She instantly felt her flagging spirit jolt.

No matter how hard it is, you have to try it.

Thinking of this, Lan Qingya forced herself to concentrate, stepped on the colorful stones, and the snow feathers behind her opened up in an instant. Her figure was so fast that it disappeared in the air.

There was contempt in Emperor Zhaohua's eyes.

The next moment, he raised his hands slightly above his head, and the moment Lan Qingya appeared, he grabbed her through the air.

With a light swing, her body was thrown out uncontrollably, like a meteorite falling to the ground.

The imagined heavy blow did not come.

Lan Qingya looked back blankly, only to find herself falling into the arms of the Supreme God Tiansheng.