Dragon King relies on green tea

Seeing Feng Wei standing with a mortal, aggressively trying to deal with him, Feng Yi stood in the center of the formation and did not struggle, but said with regret: "My dear aunt, I intend to spare your life, but why do you If you can't be obedient, you have to deal with me with them! We are relatives!"

At this time, Feng Wei only had endless disappointment in her heart, and she said in a deep voice, "Dear? I really shouldn't have let Zi Sang spare you a thousand years ago! Feng Yi, you're crazy!"

Under Feng Yi's control, a group of controlled Feng clan members have surrounded them. Looking at his former clansmen, they have now become puppets, and Feng Wei's last hope for Feng Yi has also been shattered. .

From Feng Wei's expression, Feng Yi has already seen her decision, and he doesn't care about it until now, sneering: "Auntie, you are my only relative, since you don't want to be obedient, then I will make you a Puppet, in this way, you are still my good aunt."

"There is no cure!" Feng Wei was so disappointed that she summoned Feng Lingling and Ye Junche to defend against the puppets.

Feng Yi took the opportunity to break through the talisman array, and stood aside to observe Ye Junche. No matter how you look at it, he is just a mortal, but his spiritual power is not like a mortal.

Feng Yi picked up a piece of broken talisman paper, and wiped the red blood on it with his fingers.

As soon as he touched the blood, his hand was burned. He immediately knew the reason, tilted his head and looked at Ye Junche, black threads spread out from his fingertips, implicating Zi Sang Yanshu, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly darkened. Laughing: "It turned out to be Shenjun Jianxu. It's rude not to recognize him. I have admired the name of Shenjun for a long time, so I will give Shenjun a big gift!"

As soon as the words fell, Zi Sang Yanshu, who was being held by the silk thread, picked up the ice sword on the ground and stabbed towards Ye Junche.

Although the formation just now has not been completed, the devilish energy refined by Feng Yi has penetrated into Zisang Yanshu's body, as long as Feng Yi controls that devilish energy, it is equivalent to manipulating Zisang Yanshu.

Zi Sang Yanshu's speed was very fast, and Ye Junche didn't guard his back, so he couldn't dodge this sword at all.

Just when Ye Junche thought that the ice sword would definitely penetrate his body, the ice sword stopped an inch in front of him.

Even though he had lost his mind, Zisang Yanshu still couldn't attack him.

Opening his eyes, Zi Sang Yanshu, who was originally blind-eyed, held down his right hand with his left hand, struggled and shouted at him, "Ache... let's go!"

Feng Yi didn't expect that Zi Sang Yanshu would remember not to hurt this person when he was under control.

He also read Ye Junche's feelings from Ye Junche's eyes, and suddenly he had a crazier thought, and said to Ye Junche with a sneer: "Zi Sang Yanshu is ruthless to the world, but he is obsessed with gods. , you like him, then when he looks at you, does he really look at you or does he want to look at Shenjun, or Liu Shuangbei from 300 years ago?"

It has to be said that monsters are really good at bewitching people's hearts and spying on people's deepest feelings.

Ye Junche used to really care about the existence of Shenjun and Liu Shuangbiao, and also wondered whether Zisang Yanshu really looked at him, or wanted to see another person he missed through him.

But now none of that matters.

The icy sword's edge stopped less than an inch in front of him, and if he got any closer, it would pierce his chest, but Ye Junche was not afraid at all, and he didn't take half a step back because of Zi Sang Yanshu's words.

Seeing the blood stained on the white clothes of the person in front of him, Ye Junche could only feel distressed. He still remembered that dragons don't bleed easily unless they are seriously injured, and Zi Sang Yanshu's body covered in blood, how painful should it be?

Holding the blade of the ice sword with two fingers, Ye Junche seemed to be approaching even more.

Worried about hurting Ye Junche, but his consciousness was not clear, Zisang Yanshu subconsciously let go of his hand, and the ice sword fell to the ground.

Zisang Yanshu was still struggling, Ye Junche summoned the sword of life to cut off the black silk thread that implicated his body, put his arms around his waist, and sucked a mouthful of blood along the unhealed wound on his palm, the two of them leaned on each other Time passed for him.

With the blood and spiritual power from the sacred tree, Zi Sang Yanshu's chaotic and slack expression became much clearer, and it seemed that he had recovered his sanity.

Seeing that he regained some consciousness, Ye Junche let him go.

With the smell of blood still in his mouth, Zi Sang Yanshu raised his hand to wipe the bright red warm blood from the corner of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I told you to wait and you didn't listen, and you didn't leave when I told you, really... "

After confirming that Zisang Yanshu was indeed awake, Ye Junche breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly with the corners of his lips raised: "If you don't listen, you won't leave. Feng Yi is full of tricks and is in the way of magic. How can I rest assured that you can deal with it yourself? I hate myself for being late, you always protect me silently, now let me protect you once."

Even though his consciousness has come to his senses, but the bewitching magic sound in his mind is still there, Zi Sang Yanshu knows that those originate from Feng Yi, staring at Feng Yi with scarlet eyes: "Let me tear that guy up first, the harm is not shallow!"

Seeing the black magic lines appear on Zisang Yanshu's face, and then retreating quickly, Ye Junche felt the bone-piercing ice when holding his hand, Ye Junche knew instantly that he was suppressing the magic energy retrogradely.

However, right now is not the time to think about these things, Feng Wei is alone blocking the puppet, and behind him is Feng Yi who might throw a cold arrow at any time, and the surrounding demonic energy is still gathering rapidly, it is obvious that Feng Yi still has a back move.

While he was still awake, Zisang Yanshu quickly condensed ice blades in the air, and stabbed towards Feng Yi quickly.

Feng Yi was seriously injured in the previous fight, but with the devil energy all over his body, his injury has healed quickly in just a short while, and his speed is also much faster, Zi Sang Yanshu's The ice blade didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Feng Yi, who was almost fused with the devil energy, was not only much faster, but also able to spy on the desires in the hearts of the world.

When he was avoiding the ice blade and thunder of Zisang Yanshu, he asked with ease: "The Dragon King cares so much about this mortal, so you have to resurrect the god Jian Xu. On the day when the god Jian Xu comes back, this mortal will no longer exist." One day, if you want to keep this mortal, the god will not come back, so how do you choose the Dragon King?"

Zi Sang Yanshu, who had already been careless once, knew that now that Feng Yi was talking so much nonsense, he must be delaying time, and there was still a big trouble waiting for them.

Seeing that the Dragon King was unmoved, Feng Yi followed the demonic energy around Zisang Yanshu while hiding from the ice sword, and continued to bewitch him: "God Lord Gao Jie is a true god who transcends the world. When you think he can’t remember anything, induce him to have sex with you, what will the god think at that time?”

Every sentence is aimed at the pain that Zisang Yanshu cares about. Seeing that it is not good, after Ye Junche figured out Feng Yi's actions, he threw a blood talisman, stuck it on Feng Yi's body, and shouted at Zisang Yanshu Said: "Use thunder!"

Hearing Ye Junche's voice, Zisang Yanshu's eyes turned red, and a huge thunder fell from the sky, striking Feng Yi in the direction of the blood talisman, and then several ice swords struck Feng Yi directly. He was nailed to the ruined wall, so that he could not move.