Princess Against the World

Hairball roared and stepped back unwillingly.

It is also the foundation of the divine beast, but it is naturally unwilling to lose under the claws of another divine beast!

Watching Xuanbian Qilin's crazy slaughter, Feng Chenglin saw a little bit of it.

"Three Young Masters, that's not right! This mysterious unicorn seems to have a deep hatred for the dumb..."

He played against Xuan Bian Qilin.

It was more of a shock and warning to him, not a killer.

Otherwise, with his cultivation and adaptability, he would have been photographed at his grandmother's house long ago.

But it is a kind of jealousy towards Wuyefeng when it sees enemies.

Every move is an endless murderous intent, directly taking the opponent's life.

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

Although there was a burning pain in his chest, Fatty Feng gritted his teeth and swallowed the pill like 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 descended the stone stairs: "Who made such a staircase, so why can't it be made wider? This is simply discriminating against us fat people, okay?"

In the scolding, he saw the mummified corpse and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Fuck... Is there really a dead person?!"

The mummy was black all over, with shriveled and sunken features, 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.

At the fingers of his right hand, there is a very strange arc.

Feng Chenglin gestured for a long time. It was only then that I figured out that it was a gesture of holding something.

What is he holding! ?

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

As soon as his heart moved, he hurriedly brushed off the dust on the surface, and only then did he see clearly that it was some chiseled words.

Ling Luoyu lit a few torches, inserted them around, and sat down leisurely on a dead branch, admiring the fight between Xuanbian Qilin and Wuyefeng.

Even if Wuyefeng is the fifth level of Xuanhuang, Xuanbian Qilin is indeed the ninth grade of divine beast, and it can evolve into a supreme beast. This kind of cultivation is almost equivalent to the cultivation of Xuanshen. can be counterbalanced.

Therefore, even though Wu Yefeng had done his best, he was still forced to retreat, in a state of embarrassment, and his body was even more painted and bloodstained.

In the sound of shouting, Wuyefeng slapped it with a palm, but he took advantage of the situation to step back a few steps, and looked at Ling Luoyu with a strange look.

"Three young masters, are you going to sit there and watch the fun?"

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

Before Ye Feng's second sentence could be said, Xuan Bian Qilin had already been slaughtered, and his spiritual energy burst out, biting him under his neck.

Every time it slaughtered, it was aimed at the key point of Wuyefeng.

"Wuyefeng, it seems that it hates you to death! I don't know if you dug someone's ancestral grave, or smothered their ancestors!?"

Ling Luoyu's ridicule made Wuyefeng's face even paler and he struggled to deal with it.

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

"No, Third Young Master! That dead man was so sleepy with the chain, I couldn't get it..."

"What do you do to kill people?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

After being stunned for a long time, he blinked his eyes in confusion.

"You didn't say...you want me to see that...dead man?"

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

"Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier? I almost ripped the dead man out with my mouth..."