Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 608 The Sick Demon God (35)

"This is?"

A certain demon king looked at the white jade bottle that Father An stuffed into his hand with a puzzled expression.

"My family Xiaowan gave it to me. It is said to be a holy product for beauty. I just tried it two days ago. You can see how it works on my face." Father An said proudly.

Hearing this, the demon king immediately clenched the white jade bottle in his hand, staring at Father An's handsome face that seemed to be several years younger again.

"It seems to be really useful... Great Demon King, you look a few years younger than before..." A certain Demon King excitedly said.

"Take it back and try it, you'll see if you use it in a few days." Father An said.

"Okay, thank you, Great Demon King." A certain Demon King excitedly put the white jade bottle into his arms.

With the departure of the demon king, Father An kept clenching the flag in his hand, and silently communicated with the abyss demon lion in the battle with his spiritual sense...

Feng Qing, who was gradually gaining the upper hand, soon realized something was wrong.

That abyssal demon lion was very stupid. It only knew how to bump into and step on him, but it didn't know how to use its cultivation to attack him.

But all of a sudden, the demon lion seemed to be enlightened.

Roaring at him non-stop, the roar contained a powerful cultivation base, shaking the sword energy in his body, and the blood flowed backwards.

"puff."

It's okay for Feng Qing to spit out blood from the shock, his flying body suddenly stopped, and he fell straight to the ground.

Seeing Feng Qing fall, the abyssal demon lion's big copper bell eyes suddenly lit up.

He immediately let go of his feet and ran towards Feng Qing excitedly.

"boom!"

"Roar!"

"what!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Hoohoho!"

"Ah, help, help..."

Feng Qing was once again stepped under the feet of the abyss demon lion, as if the demon lion was playing a game with him.

Every time he stepped on his foot, he screamed excitedly.

For a moment, the stampede and roar of the abyssal demon lion were chaotically intertwined with Feng Qing's screams.

"Should we go and save Patriarch Feng..." A soft-hearted swordsman really couldn't stand it, and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"It's not that we don't help, it's that we really can't help."

"Yeah, I can't beat that abyss demon lion either."

"Me too, my cultivation is not as good as that of Patriarch Feng."

"Yes, have you all forgotten what we have experienced before?"

"Patriarch Feng has the highest cultivation level among us, even he can't beat that abyss demon lion, let alone us."

As soon as this voice came out, those righteous swordsmen immediately fell into a dead silence.

Seeing Feng Qing keep screaming and spitting blood, An Qiu didn't stop the abyss demon lion immediately.

Instead, he let it play with Feng Qing for an entire hour. Seeing Feng Qing lying there dying and motionless, Father An waved the flag and summoned the abyss demon lion back.

"Patriarch Feng, you lost." Father An said while sitting on the back of the Abyssal Demon Lion, looking at Feng Qing who was lying on the ground below with only one breath left.

"I, I don't believe it..." Feng Qing said weakly.

"I, I can't possibly lose..."

"Fei'er, I still want to save my Fei'er..."

Feng Qing vomited blood uncontrollably while speaking, his appearance was miserable no matter how you looked at it.

"I'm going to open the door to the Demon Realm now, and I'll give you a quarter of an hour to leave. You won't wait when it's too late." Father An said, looking at the righteous swordsmen who stood by.

(End of this chapter)