The Conceited Crown Princess

Feng Qianchen is young and wants to say something, but he doesn't have so much vocabulary. But he is connected by flesh and blood, but he understands his son's idea.

Greenhouse flowers, he does not want to do, he wants to do that unprotected, that can rely on their own strength to protect the people around the man.

At this time, Feng Lingyu also came to Leng Shangxian's side. Leng Shangxian also told Feng Lingyu about the tiny interaction between himself and Feng Qianchen just now.

Feng Lingyu agreed with Feng Qianchen for the first time: "like my son, men want to protect women. It's nothing to be protected by women. Our son must be indomitable."

Leng Shangxian hesitated for a while, then opened the cradle of hell and sent out the wind. Xiaobaozi was still rolling on the grass in the cradle of hell. Suddenly, he felt that the grass under him was not soft at all, and even the smell of blood was all around him.

"Mother!" The breeze thousand Chen is grinning the small mouth of open teeth son, the double eyes are bright of looking at cold top string and breeze Ling Yu.

"Later, your mother won't let you go to the cradle of hell. Later, you will fight monsters with your mother."

Three members of a family are standing between the battlefields. The eyes of the Holy Lord have been full of evil spirits from the moment he saw Feng Qianchen. The son of the dark devil, if he is refined into elixir, then his strength will advance by leaps and bounds.

The look on the Lord's face became more and more strange. The diviner also sensed the position of the dark devil's son, and suddenly turned his head to see it. He didn't know whether it was a coincidence or how. He just met Feng Qianchen's obscure eyes.

How can a child have such sharp eyes! It must be a mistake, an illusion, an illusion. The diviner has been comforting himself that he absolutely does not believe that a child can really have such an aura.

"Mother, I want to show you your bun. It's not a real bun, but a bun with a layer of iron armor."

Feng Qianchen said, grinning, small figure then shuttle into the crowd, the holy world people unprepared, a dark sword with dark fire, stabbed into their chest.

The technique is sharp and resolute, without procrastination, and the expression on the face is meticulous. It doesn't look as serious as a child of this age.

It seems that I have underestimated my child all the time before. I really overprotected him.

The two sides fight fiercely, for such a sudden child, so fierce Ming Yan sword attack, beat them off guard.

The leaders of both sides did not start, and they watched coldly all the time. The Holy Lord of the holy world died for his own people, and there was no emotion fluctuation, as if what was in front of him was something that could not be normal.

Just, looking at the eyes of Feng Qianchen, more and more intriguing, rubbed a few chin, is making up his mind to move.

Emperor Jue palace.

The whole magic palace is empty, and the imperial palace is even colder and more terrible.

Ling Qiaoqiao walked around dijue palace step by step, fondly stroking all the objects in dijue palace, and his cold clothes were also in his arms. Looking carefully, his face seemed to have some tears.

"Elder sister, Qiaoqiao, I'm afraid I can't accompany you in the future, but Qiaoqiao, I can't bear you..." Ling Qiaoqiao choked and said, finally covered her cold clothes on her chest and cried.

Fortunately, now all the people went to the front battlefield, and didn't find Ling Qiaoqiao's strange behavior.

After crying for a while, he stood up and dried his tears. He didn't leave the clothes he held tightly in his hand, but walked far away with him.

On the punishment platform in the magic palace, Ling Qiaoqiao walked step by step. It didn't take long, but in Ling Qiaoqiao's eyes, every step was like a century.

At the edge of the punishment pool of the punishment platform, the lava inside is constantly surging, and huge red bubbles are emerging, expanding, blasting, and infinite circulation.

Ling Qiaoqiao held his clothes more tightly, biting his lower lip, looking at the rolling magma, his legs were soft and scared.

Thinking that my sister may be in danger at any time at the moment, I suddenly feel relaxed, as if my soul has been liberated and sublimated.

There is no imagined burning pain, but just jumped down, a transparent crystal appeared on the face, lingqiaoqiao also has no trace, even no trace of burning.

After hovering for a few weeks, the crystal flew straight to the direction of cold winding.

In the infernal sea of fire, fengqianchen has become the target of many people's attack, but it is frightening that this young child has the power of the spirit emperor!The Holy Lord and Feng Lingyu are entangled with Qianming, and it's hard to part with each other. The diviner also distracts Qianming's attention. Leng Shangxian can only stare at Qianming, and it can't help at all.

The destructive power of the war between the strong spirit and God is amazing. How could this little spirit Emperor himself intervene in it.

At the moment when Leng Shangxian was anxious, a transparent crystal flew over and landed on the palm of Leng Shangxian's hand. Suddenly, the purple awn appeared, the purple became deeper and deeper, and finally became black, and then colorless.

Leng Shangxian's whole body's aura also surged violently. From the spirit emperor's moment, he reached the spirit four stars. He had the same strength as Feng Lingyu and Qianming.

Cold string no time to take into account the strength of the brain is just that a crystal, as if to feel the soul of a burst of tears in general pain.

Leng Shangxian takes a look at the crystal stone whose palm has lost its luster. It is no different from ordinary stone, but it makes Leng Shangxian feel incomparable warmth.

Gently press on the chest, close your eyes, let the tears slide down your cheeks, feel the hand holding, or Ling Qiaoqiao that a pair of dexterous little hands.

"Qiaoqiao, my sister won't let you die in vain." Cold on the string of the eyes become blood red, as the same as the frenzied congestion, for the cold on the string of the spirit and gas field mutation, everyone was surprised.

Fei night Leng in place, staggering back two steps, that Phoenix eyes become dull, the only can see, is endless pain and despair.

"Dexterous!" Fei night raised her head and cried out. The voice of pain resounded in the sky and echoed in everyone's ears.

Now, all the people around Leng Shangxian know the news that Ling Qiaoqiao died. At that moment, they only feel the pain of heart distortion, and the killing moves on their hands are more fierce.

The city guards of the four main cities in Xianlian mainland were unknown at first, but when they saw that they were all so capable of fighting, they seemed to be inspired by their morale and killed them.

Cold string eyes like a snake staring at the Lord, the Lord has no scruple to look back at her, eyes also with a bit of provocation, even schadenfreude.

He didn't know what happened, but when he saw the pain, he was very happy.

This time, I don't know why, the whole body of huangzheng is hovering with red gas, like spiral infrared rays.

Red always makes people feel nervous and excited. In the eyes of Leng Shangxian, it is just like the color of Benming, which makes the killing of Leng Shangxian's eyes more intense.

Hand seems to be weak, but let the string issued a deafening sound, overwhelming momentum.

Yu Lei came out of the hell cradle with the shark people, and cooperated closely with Xianlian mainland to treat all the wounded. The healing magic seemed to be free.

All the forces of Xianlian land are covered by the healing magic. They will recover instantly after being injured, and the people in the holy world will soon be attacked.

At this time, the group of zombies all came out and trampled on the bodies on the ground. Their faces were blue and bloodless, as if they had been coated with a layer of thick flour.

The limbs are numb, and they don't seem to bend, but the cold smell of the whole body makes people feel like they are in the hell of Jiuyou, shivering and numb.

Their eyes are almost empty, there is no entity, but they shine with green light, cruel bloodthirsty, extremely terrible.

The sound of the cold string is closely linked to each other, and every time a collision is made, several scars are sprang up on the corpse's body, and the blood disperses like a spray.

But it still doesn't help. Zombies should go on. They don't look delayed or weak. They are really walking dead.

"It's a disgrace to have such a thing in the holy world! No wonder everyone has been avoiding the name of my holy world all these years! "

An old man, who had surrendered to Qianming, thumped his chest and feet, looked at the LORD with disappointment, and even despair with his eyes that had been covered by pig blood.

I've been loyal to a heinous man for so many years.

Feeling the reproachful eyes of the traitors in the holy world, the Holy Lord released his spiritual power without warning, and those traitors were caught without any suspense.

He was tied to his neck by the spirit power, and his breathing was not smooth. Finally, he separated his head from his body directly, and his death was unbearable.

Feng Lingyu frowned in disgust: "the Lord of the holy world, he is so cruel to his own people. You holy world, you really can't afford to be holy."

When the LORD heard the words, he gave a cold smile. Feng Lingyu's words had no influence on him. Instead, he listened to them as a joke.He looked at the cold top of the zombie attacking with Yinsha and gave a vicious smile: "don't make a dying struggle. I'm the one who controls them. If you want my zombie army to die, you have to kill me. However, with your strength, you'd better break this idea."

Qian Ming flashed his eyes a few times, didn't speak, didn't move, didn't know what he was thinking.