Ling Tiansu glanced at her and spit out two simple words: "Treat the wound."

A Sheng hugged his arms and said, "You haven't agreed to my conditions yet?"

Yin Si leaned over his clothes and was about to wear them: "No, the injury is not serious, there is no need to bother the girl."

Ling Tiansu's eyes drooped slightly: "Okay, I promise you and help you kill King Shura."

Yin Siqing suddenly looked back, frowned and stared at him deeply, with a hint of blame: "You can't kill King Shura, and the three spiritual masters can't wipe out such evil things even if they work together. You don't have to cause trouble, just a knife-breaking injury..."

"It's not just a knife-breaking wound."

Ling Tiansu suddenly reached out and hugged her Wen Liang's body, gently pulled off her newly-climbed clothes, and pointed the wound towards A Sheng, signaling her to treat him quickly.

"There is also the magic rain breath. If I continue like this, I will not be able to earn that ten million in combat merit points, but if I can kill Shura King, it would be fine."

A Sheng was not interested in the points of his military merits: "Okay, the points I earn in the future will belong to you, as long as you help me kill Shura King."

She easily transformed away the ice condensed from Yin Siqing's back, and the blood and energy in the crack of the knife instantly surged and surged.

The bright red blood flowed out wildly, and countless blood flows were winding out, and soon dyed the snow clothes that were tied to the waist red.

A Sheng pointed out with a light finger, and the strong blade blood energy that broke the texture and flesh instantly condensed.

She quickly took out a green spiritual herb from the treasure sack on her waist. Each blade of grass condensed with fluorescence surrounding it, which was the pure power of stars.

She aimed the spiritual herb at the wound between Yin Siqing's back and blew it gently.

The goddess breathed, not only venting like an orchid, but the divine breath in her body was born with the power of supreme stars.

The star sand between the eyebrows was bright, and the magical and ancient spiritual breath sprinkled into frost from her slightly opened lips.

The faint frost slowly blew the starlight of the spiritual grass, interweaving a mysterious and powerful healing force, which were poured into the cleft wound of the knife.

The wound heals quickly like a miracle, smooth as new.

Ling Tiansu reached out and touched it with satisfaction. It was slippery and had an excellent feel.

He smiled, dressed her carefully, put his head on her shoulders, and whispered: "Don't worry, A Sheng has a holy weapon in his hand, which is very powerful, and it is not without a chance to win if he kills Shura King in his hand.

And I think you get better soon and take you back to Yong'an City to see. The cakes in Yong'an City are delicious and the sugar man can also be cooked well.

My relatives are all there. If you like Yong'an City, you can treat it as your own home. Do you still remember the Dabei Pavilion? It was the place we first met. At that time, I called you to be my senior sister. Unfortunately, you didn't pay much attention to me and even cut a lot of stele bamboos away."

There seemed to be something that slipped out of his wide sleeves.

It was a lantern, which did not light the wick, reflecting the bright light.

The lantern was very ordinary, she just watched it quietly without reaching out to touch it.

The dark eyes seemed to be wet for a moment, and there were thoughts that no one could see clearly.

Things that were once sought but could not be obtained are now within reach.

Even if it is light, it is still warm.

The phoenix eyes gradually softened, with a little reminiscence and yearning, she remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he said softly, as if it were snowing: "Okay, I'll go home with you and go home together."

...

...

The eternal night has not yet ushered in dawn, and the spiritual world is in a dim light

dark.

The grand pavilion made of dark blue tiles stands solemnly among the sea of ​​clouds and mountains, with dark clouds surging and floating, making the magnificent and quaint halls on Longshan look like the tip of the dark iceberg in the deep night sky.

The moonlight like light mist and gauze penetrates the clouds and pours down, adding a little light to the other side pavilion.

The pavilion is ancient and the current pavilion master of the other side pavilion sits on the imperial throne at the head of the pavilion.

She had successfully seized a new pair of leather, not covered with a gold foil mask, and looked different from the demon master Lu Jichen or the green fox back then.

Even the illusion was too lazy to bless her, and her face was beautiful, but the terrifying scar that extended from the forehead to the chin was still indelible for some reason and still existed on her face.

A bone whip was wrapped around her hand, and the whip was sharp and sharp. What was even more strange was that from the head of the whip, there was a dark and evil poisonous dragon growing from the head of the whip, with a magnificent horn and a sturdy fang!

The body of the poisonous dragon has been destroyed, but the dragon's head is still vivid and surrenders to her palm with a hideous ferocity.

The green fox's eyes were faint, his voice was gloomy and cold, and he still brought a bone-like aura: "The rebels have not died, the demon seed has not been extinguished, and you don't know what... what do you think?"

There are only seven of the top ten demon lords in the other side Pavilion.

One of them is detained in the iron prison of the other side Pavilion and is tortured.

A dead person died at the entrance of the dark abyss, and his corpse was gone.

There is another...the youngest and weakest among the top ten demon lords, the Green Snake Demon Lord.

She is the most gentle and obedient on weekdays and has a bully personality.

At this moment, it became a way for the Lord to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. He was covered in blood and penetrated his body with a soul chain, hanging in the center of the hall.

The hard-earned pure demon blood gradually dripped on the black stone ground.

The newly recruited little demons in the cabinet received the favor of the Lord, and they were like greedy lees sucking blood, sticking to the ground and licking the blood dripping from the ground.

A Wan was wearing a green skirt and was stained with blood from the wound.

Her face was almost transparent, her lips were pale, and her eyes, which looked as gentle as water and full of wisdom, were now weak and closed.

After being tortured, she quietly closed her eyes, as if she was asleep.

The little monsters gathered under her were like a dark tide. How could they have such honor to devour the blood of the demon lord on weekdays?

Today, it is rare for the Lord to be generous. Their crazy greed and the pool of demon blood on the ground are not enough to let them share their food.

But he did not receive the order from the Lord and did not dare to stand up and tear the body of the demon lord under the soul chain.

He had to lick the corners of his dry lips and continued to look at the noble demon master on the throne with his longing eyes.

The other demon lords' faces were quiet. Although the snake demon lord A Wan looked very miserable at this moment, they were not enough to catch their eyes.

What they valued more was the huge furnace on the long road in front of the hall and was boiling.

The size of this oven alone has occupied half of the majestic hall.

There was a stream of hell slurry in the oven, and heat was splashing.

Countless demons who have transformed into shape and have not yet transformed into shape are all in pain and twisted and bit each other, and the sound of pain and wailing is like a furnace in purgatory.

The bloody body and demon body were melted away, and what was tormented was the resentment of the crying of all demons. It was this resentment of the violent bones that made them lose their intelligence, cannibalize each other, and curse each other.

Among the Qinghu's extremely cold eyes, there were two disciples from the other side Pavilion who fought against one person on their shoulders and strode to the furnace.

"Let me go! Don't be too arrogant and unrestrained on your other side of the palace! I am the eighth princess of the Fengxi tribe of the spiritual world! Do you dare to treat this princess like this! Do you want to cause war in the spiritual world?!"

The young woman was imprisoned and carried on her shoulders.

Her eyebrows and eyes are noble, her facial features are beautiful, and her spiritual clothes symbolize her outstanding identity. The spiritual platform shining between her eyebrows shows her extraordinary bloodline and exquisite cultivation.

However, at this moment, he cried because of the fear of death, and his pale face was already deserted.

Here, she is the fish on the sticky board and can only be slaughtered.

The disciple of the Biwan Pavilion who was carrying her smiled coldly, without any mercy on his face, but his dark eyes were occupied by some more passionate and greedy belief.

"What a coincidence. A woman we caught yesterday said similar words to you before being thrown into the purgatory furnace, but she was not the Eighth Princess, but the Sixth Princess. Look, it's really hard for her. She's still angry at this moment."

Looking at the disciple's fingers, the woman's scalp was horrified, her face was exhausted, and tears in her eyes surged: "Six...six sister."

In the boiling purgatory demon fire, most of a woman's body had melted, half of her face, which was seventy-sixth-slightly similar to her, was intertwined with fear and confusion, and an unconscious 'uh...uh' scream came from her mouth.

There were countless evil beasts and monsters all around her, biting her body and cheeks.

Every time the sharp teeth pull away the flesh and blood, the blood splashed out like hot oil poured into the slurry stream, and the demon fire rose sharply.

And her extremely confused eyes would also create a deep resentment in the pain of suffering from raw food.

The resentment lingers around the white bones of the furnace, and there is a faint connection between the white bones and the roads of the bones are piled up.

The eighth princess of the Fengxi tribe was so shocked that she was both soul-wrenching and cried heart-wrenchingly: "Let me go! This is not the other side Pavilion of the spiritual kingdom! You are clearly a group of demons! People-eater demons!!"

The other disciple was carrying a young man from the demon race, wearing a black feathered cloak, and was very strong. He looked like a young man from a noble power in a certain part of the demon world.

He had already been frightened by this scene and was incontinent, his face pale and desperate: "No... you can't treat me like this! I am not everyone in the spiritual world, my father is the elder of the demon world! You will provoke wars between demons and spiritual worlds like this! No! Please, let me go... let me go!"

The woman's crying and the man's begging for mercy did not change anything.

In the heart-wrenching and miserable screams, both of them were thrown into the furnace and their blood and bones were burned.

Soon, he was eroded by the resentment that soared into the sky. His eyes were dyed with resentment and his eyes were pitch black. It was difficult to distinguish between pupils and whites, and he lost his intelligence and rationality, and he bit and laughed wildly like a wild beast and undead.

The deer demon master calmly swept past the scene of purgatory in the furnace, and there was no big wave on his face. He said respectfully to the woman on the throne:

"The demon seed hidden soul is baptized by the sky rain. Even though there is a dark smoke fruit in the Dark Abyss Hall, the dark smoke fruit is rare and owned by the Palace Master. In ten thousand years, no one has been able to successfully fight for astronomical figures such as tens of millions of military merit points. The Pavilion Master can rest assured about this."

"Oh……"

A sneer of laughter slowly came out from the green fox's lips: "How can I ask this to keep it in my heart if a mere phoenix abandoned disciple? It's just... what I want is not a corpse, and that evil deed is the real thorn in my heart! A thorn in my eyes!"
Chapter completed!