Rank One Beast Concubine: Mistakenly Provoking the Evil King of Hell

Chapter 632 How could it be him? ! 【12】

As if feeling Beitangling's discomfort, Feng Qingcheng pulled out a hand and placed it flat on her back vest, secretly luckily, continuously pouring the power in her body into Beitangling's body.

"Qingcheng!" Beitangling felt a trace of comfort in her body, and immediately understood what Feng Qingcheng meant.

Holding his free big palm with a small hand, she shook her head at him, signaling not to do this.

"It's okay." Feng Qingcheng smiled at her, pursed his thin lips, and continued typing.

In the eyes of outsiders, this scene is nothing more than two people who are in love with each other.

But in the eyes of the palace lord, he saw through it at a glance. He raised his eyes and frowned, "Are you poisoned?"

In one word, he immediately explained the situation of Beitang Ling who appeared there.

Hearing this, Feng Qingcheng and the others were startled and immediately put on guard.

Beitangling bit her lip, but her complexion was not very good-looking, a little sick, but the other party saw that she was poisoned at a glance, which surprised and surprised Beitangling.

"Palace Master, take this opportunity to bring back the Lingzhu! Kill them all again!" Feng Qilan stirred up, his eyes filled with anger.

Since you can't kill them yourself, then let Gong take the initiative to kill them with a knife.

The palace lord under the shadows narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and under his calm handsome face, there was a dark air of danger: "When? It's your turn to command this palace?"

"Qilan dare not!" How could Feng Qilan think that the Palace Master would suddenly be uncertain, but the previous violent situation was completely different.

"Get off!" Palace Master's thin lips spat out three words, with a cold breath, very similar to his breath.

Feng Qilan was startled, stared down at the ground, and kowtowed to the Palace Master.

After finishing, he got up, turned and ran.It looks like a bereaved dog.

Feng Qingcheng frowned his thick eyebrows, his whole body was in a tense state, as the number one rival of Jingu for many years, he knew the opponent's strength well.

Although he didn't fight against each other, the strength of Jingu is not something he can underestimate.

Back then, Shi Ming Xie, the real master of the lore demon palace, the real evil king, had confessed to him before he died.

Be careful, don't confront the palace master of the palace head-on.

Because, he is really not human!
At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. It was only after many years that Feng Qilan understood the meaning of that sentence.

The strength of the palace lord of the shrine may have no rival above Haotian.

Just as Feng Qingcheng was thinking, the palace lord over there said, "Boy, do you want to defeat me? I'm afraid, according to your current strength, it's impossible!"

"It doesn't work now, but it doesn't mean it won't work in the future!" Feng Qingcheng was not surprised to be guessed.

"Hehe, it seems that you still have a lot of backbone! But the backbone is the backbone, and the reality is the reality. Even if you have a golden dragon in your body, you are still not my opponent!" The palace master said with a sneer.

Feng Qingcheng squinted her phoenix eyes, and a gloomy glint flashed across her long and narrow black eyes. She smiled coldly: "A monster who dares not even show its true colors is not worthy of saying such things to me!"

"Monster?" The palace lord under the shadow was slightly taken aback. It seemed that the word death had not been mentioned for many years.

Suddenly, the black aura covering the Palace Master's body gradually became stronger, and the air froze at this moment.

The place he was standing under suddenly cracked, and the crack gradually became bigger and spread around, and the flowers, plants and trees everywhere withered at the same time.

(End of this chapter)