Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 162 Being sucked dry of vitality
"Huh?" Lan Ling picked up a leaf of Nuwa fruit tree in doubt, "What's going on here?"

I saw that the originally green leaves are now withered and yellow, as crisp as potato chips, and when you pinch them slightly, they will become powder.

Lan Ling felt a little uneasy, and took a closer look at the Nuwa fruit tree. She seemed to have been sucked dry of her life, with withered yellow leaves, dark brown and fragile bark, and even the thick roots of the vat. Shrinking with sluggishness, it stuck to the tree pitifully.

Something must have happened!

Lan Ling frowned tightly, jumped down from the tree, and walked towards the door.

This Xiaoyao Peak is usually the most unruly and noisy mountain, but now it is deadly quiet everywhere, and Lan Ling can almost hear her own breathing.

She walked towards the courtyard door step by step, but she didn't realize that her pupils had completely turned into dark purple pupils.

Purple pupils are unique to demons.

Lan Ling has now walked to the door, which is closed tightly.For the first time, she gently opened the door as usual, but the door did not move.

Lan Ling frowned, and pulled the door vigorously again, with a "bang", the door opened slightly and there was the sound of iron chains.

What the hell?Is this locked inside?
Lan Ling exerted more strength, and the outer iron chain broke with a "bang".

Lan Ling: "..." Is it that simple?
What she didn't know was that the iron chain outside the door was used by Taishang Laojun to seal the cauldron, full of immortal power, it was a rare high-grade immortal weapon.

After going out, she petrified again, looking at Xiaoyao Peak, which was deserted but full of mess, Lan Ling felt more and more panicked for some reason.

She tried her magic power and found that she was much more refined than before.

After running her mind, she directly pulled out the spell of flying clouds and driving fog, waved her sleeves, and flew directly to the hall.

On the way, Lan Ling noticed that almost all the disciples walked in a hurry as if there was something chasing after them.

Lan Ling came down, grabbed a disciple's sleeve, frowned, and asked with concern:

"Did something happen? Why do I look at everyone a little bit wrong"

The disciple who was held by Lan Ling had a sad face, and just wanted to vomit bitterness to her, but inadvertently floated into her purple pupils, and opened his mouth wide in an instant.

The disciple pointed at Lan Ling's different purple pupils with one hand, and stepped back step by step with eyes widened in fear:

"You, you are the demon clan! Come, come, come—there is a witch!"

Lan Ling hadn't done anything yet, he was so scared that he peed on his ass, staggered, got up and ran away.

"Am I so scary?" She waved her hand to create a water mirror for herself, and looked at it herself,

"It's okay, it's just that she grew a little taller and her eyes turned purple."

"Hey, no, when did my eyes turn purple?" Lan Ling looked closely at the water mirror again, and found that her glasses had not only turned purple, but also a deep purple rare among demons.

Although it can't compare to the deep purple level of Demon God Empress Qing Jun Wuhen, it's not much worse overall.

Lan Ling was puzzled, and quickly mobilized her true energy to check her cultivation.

Sure enough, for some unknown reason, her cultivation suddenly skyrocketed.

Lan Ling suppressed the doubts in her heart, and wanted to go to the head to ask where Jun Wuhen had gone.

(End of this chapter)