Eternal Demon Monarch

Yi Qingwu exploded with a divine force all over her body. This is all the divine force remaining in her within the body, and a violent bang on Yang Xuan’s chest.

ka-cha!

Yang Xuan’s breastbone shattered, and a divine force penetrated his body, hurting his internal organs, and also made his throat sweet, and a few strands of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But it doesn’t matter, his body has a strong self-healing power. Although this injury is not light, it is not fatal.

“Why don’t you hide?”

Yi Qingwu was stunned. In her opinion, Yang Xuan would retreat if he noticed danger.

“This blow, even if I was frivolous at the price you paid.”

Yang Xuan stared at the beautiful eyes of the beautiful woman in her arms and said.

Chapter 532 will never forget

“Asshole, let me go!”

Yi Qingwu bites her teeth and red cheeks, struggling .

I have no choice but to hurt my body. The divine force has been exhausted during the battle just now. How can I get rid of it with fleshly body strength?

Even if she possesses the rare Divine Physique, the fleshy body far exceeds the common martial artist, she cannot compete with the cultivated Eight Sects, the fleshy body is far more powerful than the tiger and leopard Yang Xuan, both are fundamental Not on one level.

Yang Xuan didn’t even use his full strength to imprison him. At this moment, he can even free up a hand to hold up Yi Qingwu’s sharp and round chin, and stare at her with a deep feeling. The look of each section.

For Yi Qingwu, such a majestic beauty, Yang Xuan would be self-deceiving to say that he is not tempted, but before he can possess a beauty, he must first win her heart.

Otherwise, even if the beauty is in her arms, it is just an empty shell.

Yi Qingwu’s face is red and his ears are red, his eyes dodge, a pair of star pupils seem to drip water.

Different from the previous few days, the young man in front of me tried to let her drink Spring of Life. Although he hugged her, it didn’t last long. It’s not like he is now. In arms, wantonly frivolous.

“It smells so good!”

Yang Xuan took a breath, and a light but not strong fragrance came to his nose, making his heart sway, extremely intoxicated.

“Yang Xuan, today’s humiliation, will be returned ten times in the future.”

Yi Qingwu has no more struggles, because struggles are also in vain.

She just glared at Yang Xuan, letting two rows of crystal teardrops slip from the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t cry, I feel distressed.”

Yang Xuan felt soft and wiped the tears off her face with his hand, then let go and let go of her.

“As long as you talk frankly, I will not forget the humiliation I suffered today.”

Yi Qingwu retreated several steps, breathing fire in his eyes.

She has never seen a shameless person as bold as Yang Xuan. Her heart is full of anger, shame, anger, and endless shame and shame.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise she will have no face to see people from now on.

Yang Xuan did not take seriously the threat of Yi Qingwu, sat down on the spot, closed his eyes, and concentrated one’s mind cultivation.

He must break through to return to the first realm as soon as possible, so that he can enter the tower to find the Martial Spirit fragments of Samsara.

This is a top priority, he doesn’t have much time delay.

When Yi Qingwu saw him meditating in front of him, Refining Qi, his expression on his face was uncertain, and he secretly resented: “This child is unguarded. Isn’t it true that I will kill him?”

“If you want to kill me, do it, I will never resist.”

Yang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, with a serious expression on his face.

“You wait for me.”

Throwing down a ruthless word, Yi Qingwu turned around and left.

Let’s not say that Yang Xuan is behind Feng Qingyang and a mysterious emperor, so Yang Xuan is the one her cousin Yi Xiu’er likes. She can’t be cruel and can only hold back her shame. With humiliation, return to the Fire Spirit formation near Yi Xiu’er to heal.

…

Time flies, like a white horse passing by, dazzling three days.

In three days, Yi Xiu’er’s cultivation realm was completely stabilized, and even Yi Qingwu’s injury was completely healed.

However, Feng Qingyang has not returned.

From here to the Supreme Sun Star, it is out of reach for common martial artists, but for the half-step emperor Feng Qingyang, it is nothing but the skill of a cup of tea.

But after three full days, Feng Qingyang didn’t come back. This immediately made Yang Xuan a little worried, afraid that Master might have some accident.

“Don’t worry, Senior Feng cultivation base Gao Jue, even if you lose to the Golden Crow Monster Sovereign, you can retreat all the way you want.”