Princess Against the World

Mao Qiu roared and retreated back unwillingly.

It is also the foundation of a sacred beast, but it is defeated by another sacred beast, naturally not reconciled!

Looking at the crazy culling of Xuanbian Qilin, Feng Chenglin could see a little bit of it.

"Three young masters, it's not right! This mysterious unicorn hates the dumb... it really seems to be a deep hatred!"

He fought against Xuanbian Qilin.

It was more a shock and warning to him, and did not kill him.

Otherwise, with his cultivation base and ability to respond, he would have been photographed at grandma's house long ago.

But it was a kind of jealousy to Wuyefeng like an enemy meeting.

Each move is an endless murderous opportunity, directly taking the other's life.

Ling Luoyu stared at his injury and threw a pill: "How is your injury?"

Although there was a fierce pain in his chest, Fatty Feng gritted his teeth and swallowed the pill like chewing candy: "It's okay! I can't die!"

"If you can't die, just go down and see what happened to the dead man?!"

"……dead?!"

Feng Chenglin scolded as he stepped down the stone ladder: "Who made such a ladder, can't it be widened? This is simply discriminating against us fat, okay?"

In the roar, he saw the corpse, and he couldn't help but was taken aback: "Fuck...Is there really a dead person?!"

The corpse was black all over, with shriveled features and sunken facial features, with dry and gray hair, leaning against the corner of the wall, the bones had hardened, and apparently maintained a posture for a long time after death.

There was a strange arc on the fingers of his right hand.

Feng Chenglin compared it for a long time. Just figured out that it was a posture of holding something.

What is he holding! ?

Feng Chenglin pouted his hips and turned around, only to find vague words on the ground.

With a heart move, he quickly wiped the dust off the surface, only then could he see clearly that it was some chiseled words.

Ling Luoyu lights up a few torches, inserts them around, and sits leisurely on a dead branch, admiring the fight between the mysterious unicorn and the leafless wind without regard to himself.

Even if No Ye Feng is the fifth level of the Profound Emperor, the Profound Transformed Qilin is indeed a ninth-class divine beast, and it can evolve into a supreme beast. Such a cultivation level is almost equivalent to that of the Profound God. Can contend.

So even if Wuyefeng had tried his best, he was still forced to retreat, embarrassed, and his body was even more stained with blood.

In the shout, Wu Yefeng slapped it out, but he took advantage of the momentum and took a few steps back, and his eyes were strangely aimed at Ling Luoyu.

"Three young masters, do you plan to sit there and watch the fun?"

Ling Luoyu was very calm: "Yes! Didn't you say it? We can't intervene here!"

Before Wu Yefeng's second sentence could be spoken, the Xuanbian Qilin had already been culled, and his spiritual energy violently burst into his neck.

Every time it culled, it was aimed at Wuyefeng's vitals.

"Wuyefeng, it looks like it hates you to death! I don't know if you dug someone's ancestor's grave, or if you sullen their ancestor!?"

Ling Luoyu's ridicule made Wu Yefeng's face paler and struggled to deal with it.

In the humming sound, Feng Chenglin struggled to squeeze it out.

"No, Third Young Master! The dead man was so trapped by the chain, I can't move it..."

"What are you doing to kill people?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

After a daze for a long time, he blinked his eyes in a daze.

"Didn't you say... want me to see that... dead person?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "I let you see, but didn't let you move!"

"Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier? I almost pulled the dead man out..."