The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 2058 This is not the Demon Subduing Pestle!

The hand that was only a short distance away from the subduing magic pestle stopped, and the evil spirit around him was a little less.

Seeing this, Shi Ling lowered his voice, his gentle voice seemed to calm his irritable heart, "Qingqing."

Qingqing's almond-shaped eyes flickered, and she looked at the radiant Demon Subduing Pestle, "I have never harmed anyone, but because I somehow became a demon god, these people will kill them by any means."

It's not that it's unscrupulous and spare no effort.

In order to kill the demon god who acted, he even wantonly took people's lives and killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Elders and elites from various sects who participated in the Lingtian Grand Competition, and the catastrophe in Lingtian City.

In order to kill one person, he would not hesitate to kill thousands of people by mistake.

She is a demon?

They are more like demon gods than her!
"In the past [-] years, I have not committed many evils or killed innocent people indiscriminately."

"Just because I was born a demon god, I should be killed, should I die?"

Her calm gaze flicked from the top of her head to those fearful people on the main peak.

These people are either fearful or afraid, and more of them are afraid of daring to be angry and dare not speak out.

If she hadn't broken through the seal just now, these people would have died in the hands of the demons.

Where is life clamoring here, calling on the immortal clan to kill her.

human nature.

Qingqing sneered, and raised her hand to hold the Xiangjiang Demon Pestle.

Seeing this, Shi Ling's expression tightened, "Qingqing!"

He softly comforted, "In the past, the hunting and killing in the Three Realms originated from the prophecy."

"Now I know that the demon god is you, and you haven't hurt anyone's life, and you haven't done any evil."

"They know too."

"So, there will be no more killings, and I have changed my mind."

His gaze was fixed on the radiant Jiangmo pestle, which was about to be successfully opened, "Qingqing, this is the Jiangmo pestle."

The coldness on Qingqing's face froze, she lowered the magic pestle, lowered the demon.

Strip off the demon god's fate, get rid of the demon god's body, and then become a mortal body.

"If it succeeds today, no one will be punished."

"There is no need to worry about it anymore, and hide in Tibet."

Qingqing raised her eyebrows, her red lips curled up in a sneer, "Worry?"

"Hiding in Tibet?"

"I?"

"Are you sure you didn't say otherwise?"

Qingqing was under the splendor of the Subduing Demon Pestle, and the expression on her face was clearly illuminated, "You should be worried..."

She glanced at the group of immortals with cold eyes, "Who is it?"

If she was worried, all the races in the three realms would not have wanted to kill her before she was born, and they would not have been looking for her for more than ten years.

all why?
It's just fear, fear of the power of the demon god, fear of the power comparable to the way of heaven.

"Qingqing, it's me."

Shi Ling looked serious, with pleading eyes, "I'm the one who is worried."

"So, how about stripping off the Demon God's fate?"

He asked cautiously, for fear that Qingqing would make some irreversible move in agitation.

Qingqing listened to Shi Ling's pleading and even pleading, her eyes focused on the lower part with deep eyes.

She has no ambition to slaughter the common people and destroy the way of heaven.

There is not much difference between the demon god and the demon god.

If stripping off the body of the demon god can return everything to normal, that's fine.

After a long time, Qingqing said solemnly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she withdrew her hand that touched the Subduing Demon Pestle.

At this moment, the Subduing Demon Pestle was successfully opened.

Seeing this, the immortals breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the leading immortal had a glimmer of cold light in his cold eyes.

The brilliance flowed, and the divine power poured down from the top of the head to completely cover Qingqing.

The demon-subduing pestle was activated, and the stripping of the body of the demon god began.

The pain of tearing the soul spread from the limbs to the heart, and the pain made his face pale.

Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes, her dark pupils burst out with overwhelming anger, and the twisted magic lines on her face became bloodthirsty and terrifying, "This is not the Demon Subduing Pestle!"

(End of this chapter)