The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"The thirty-first one, village chief. You have killed a total of forty-three Yuandan in the past two days! You are so strong!"

Wang Que squatted beside Mo Lingqing who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, holding a folding fan in one hand and a skewer in the other.

The two of them were on the skull, and the two Zhangs were healing inside the skull, especially Zhang Tieling, who was seriously injured and recovered about 90% in two days.

Wang Que handed the skewer to Mo Lingqing's mouth while fanning him.

Mo Lingqing looked at him coldly: "This village chief has hands!"

Wang Que chuckled: "I know, but you are sitting cross-legged in cultivation, so I handed it over directly and you opened your mouth to eat it, so you don't have to interrupt your cultivation to eat."

Mo Lingqing frowned slightly, and after a little thought, she felt that it made sense, but when she was about to open her mouth, she felt something was wrong.

She interrupted her cultivation and raised her hand to grab the skewer.

Seeing this, Wang Que took out the wine gourd again, and the fan in his other hand kept fanning Mo Lingqing: "Is it cool, village chief?"

Mo Lingqing said coldly: "There is volcanic magma all around, and you are fanning hot air. The more you fan, the hotter it gets. It's better not to fan."

I don't know whether Mo Lingqing's bottom card has recovered a lot and he is in a good mood, or Wang Que is risking his life for him again and again. In short, Mo Lingqing has said a few more words to him in the past two days.

In the past, Wang Que said ten sentences, and Mo Lingqing would at most answer one sentence impatiently.

But now, Wang Que said ten sentences, and Mo Lingqing could only reply two or three sentences indifferently.

"Village chief, we have been here for two days. When do you think we will go to the sixth floor? This place is full of magma and I am tired of it."

While talking and fanning, he even had time to turn over the barbecue on the fire spirit fruit...

Yes, it was the barbecue on the fire spirit fruit.

He found that the Fire Spirit Fruit was simply a magical tool for grilling meat. He didn't need to use the charcoal in his storage ring. He could just put a few Fire Spirit Fruits out and they would start a fire. Moreover, the grilled meat had a fruity aroma. It was amazing!

"Chief, how many more do you want to kill? I think you can refine the fourth bone shield."

"Chief..."

Mo Lingqing swallowed the barbecue and said coldly: "Have you said enough? How many questions have you asked before you finish eating this bunch of barbecue?"

"If you are anxious, we can go out and face the old poisonous creature now. As long as we can escape, this chief will immediately send you back to the Wang family to be your playboy."

Wang Que shrank his head: "Chief, I don't mean that."

Mo Lingqing said coldly: "Not that? Then do you want to go to your Jinyang City Music Bureau to appreciate the poor daughter?"

Wang Que glared: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. That thing is not good-looking."

"If you dare to lie, this chief will kill you."

"Okay, it's actually pretty good-looking, mainly because of the beautiful artistic conception."

"Bang."

Wang Que fell into the skull... Zhang Qiulin looked up, then closed his eyes and continued to shrink in the corner.

Ever since he commented on the extroversion of Liu Hongjin's magic weapon... He has been introverted until now, and may become more introverted in the future...

On the skull, Mo Lingqing was eating barbecue. After a moment, his phoenix eyes flashed and he looked up at the hurricane channel.

In the channel, three figures landed from the vortex.

After seeing the three people clearly, Mo Lingqing's eyes moved slightly, as if he was wondering whether to kill them.

"Uncle Kong, this fifth floor does feel much safer than the sixth floor." Chantan Hongliang couldn't help laughing.

Chantan Jingkong pressed his throbbing eyelids and whispered to the surroundings: "Shut up! There is danger here!"

"Uncle Kong, it is impossible that there are dangers everywhere, and the fifth floor is only the middle stage of Yuandan. You are in the late stage of Yuandan. We can at least walk around here without any problems."

"Do you really think that the Blood Witch went to the sixth floor!"

As Chantan Jingkong finished speaking, a huge skull appeared on the ground, followed by a tens of meters high thick black flame rising up.

In the black flame, the Blood Witch with a blood robe and ghost face was staring at them.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Chantan Jingkong's forehead, and Chantan Hongliang's face turned pale. As for Chantan Yunyue, she had subconsciously held Chantan Jingkong's arm: "Uncle Kong, blood, blood witch..."

"Hey, people from the Chantan clan." Wang Que popped his head out of the skull and looked at him: "Village leader, don't kill these three? They are not a threat to us, and these three guys have been friendly to us before."

Mo Lingqing didn't say anything, and the skull under his feet slowly rose into the air.

The skull flew very slowly, but Chantan Jingkong didn't dare to move.

He had a very keen sense of crisis. When he was outside the cave, he sent a message to the ancestor as soon as possible before anyone had time to send a message, so he had the opportunity to take back the soul source.

And now, he keenly felt that there were dangers everywhere here. As long as he dared to move even one step, countless attacks would come in the next second!

LookWatching the giant skull slowly rising and finally gradually hanging three meters above him, Chantan Jingkong's Adam's apple moved slightly, and finally he spoke hoarsely: "Bye, yeah, Senior Blood Witch."

He could save face, and he would call anyone senior to save his life.

But it was by doing this that he could cultivate to the late Yuandan stage with his average talent.

There were many people in the family who were at the same level and stronger than him, but only he could take Chantan Yunyue into the secret realm for training.

He didn't rely on strength, but on his insight into crises and his ability to survive!

Above his head, the Blood Witch did not speak. Inside the skull, Wang Que smiled and waved his hand: "Hello, Uncle Kong, Hello, Brother Hongliang, Hello, Sister Yunyue."

Zhantan Jingkong forced a smile, while Chantan Hongliang shrank his head and dared not respond. Chantan Yunyue also looked at Wang Que, whose aura was that of the late Yuandan period, with a pale face........

Until now, they still did not know who this person was........

Seeing that the Blood Witch did not speak, Chantan Jingkong clasped his fists and bent his waist 90 degrees: "Senior Blood Witch, I am willing to give out all my money in exchange for the lives of three people from my clan."

The Blood Witch still did not speak.

Chantan Jingkong tapped his forehead, and the complete soul incarnation suddenly appeared behind him: "Senior, please look, our souls are complete. We have no intention of hunting you down, nor do we intend to be your enemy. Please be magnanimous and let us go?"

Inside the skull, Zhang Qiulin clenched his fists involuntarily when he saw this scene. Since he became the slave of the Blood Witch, when he saw Zhang Tieling, Zhang Tieling had a complete soul and mocked his stupidity.

And now, the three people of the Chantan clan also have complete souls, which makes him look even more stupid.

After all, he is the weapon master of Liangshan Weapon Sect!

Weapon master!

How many weapon masters are there in the entire Jinshui City?

I didn't expect that I would be so stupid and fall so thoroughly.

Leaning against the inner wall of the skull with a disheartened heart, Zhang Qiulin suddenly remembered sadly what Xu Guangzhen had said to him at the beginning of the valley: "Brother Zhang, have you lived too comfortably for the past hundred years?"

The words came true, and Zhang Qiulin was filled with grief for a moment, and then thought that Xu Guangzhen and others might have sent out fake soul sources... Thinking of this, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then his head tilted and fell down.

He actually fainted from internal injuries caused by anger...

And three meters below, Chantan Jingkong and the others could not see Zhang Qiulin, but only a flash of blood mist!

Chandan Jingkong's pupils contracted, and he offered a trace of soul source without hesitation: "Senior Blood Demon, I, Chandan Jingkong, am willing to offer my soul source to guarantee that I will not leak your information and will not be your enemy!"

"I know that you are not a bloodthirsty person. I just hope that you can let the three of us go. When you are about to leave, just let me know and return the soul source to me."

"If you can do that, I will be very grateful and will immediately offer you as a sacrifice!!!"

[ps: There is another chapter today, I am typing...]