The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

As Chantan Jingkong spoke, a sword intent was directly sent out, and in an instant, the sword intent pierced into Mo Lingqing's back!

Wang Que's face trembled as he looked at Mo Lingqing, but Mo Lingqing was wearing a mask and his facial expression could not be seen.

As the sword intent entered the body, the power of the artistic conception in Mo Lingqing's body was attracted in just a moment.

Even if the sword intent was not the artistic conception of the sword, they were of the same origin. In an instant, the sword intent was crushed by the power of the artistic conception, and at the same time, a trace of the artistic conception power flew out of Mo Lingqing's body and pierced Chantan Jingkong.

"Dang!" The tortoise shell made a loud noise, but it did not move at all!

Chantan Jingkong arranged a bunch of talismans on the tortoise shell with some heartache, and then the second sword intent pierced into Mo Lingqing's back.

After more than ten times, the cushion where Mo Lingqing sat was soaked with blood.

"Too slow, use all your strength!" Mo Lingqing's voice became colder and colder, as if he was enduring extremely terrifying pain.

Chantan Jingkong's heart trembled, and he gritted his teeth reluctantly and urged dozens of sword intents to stab Mo Lingqing's back!

Not far away, Wang Que clenched his fists and looked at Mo Lingqing with sword light on his back... So many sword intents entering his body... How painful it must be!

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down, and every minute and every second seemed to be a year.

In the cave, the sound of ding-dong continued to be heard, but the tortoise shell was extremely strong, and there was not even a crack until now.

Half an hour later, Chantan Jingkong trembled and said: "Blood, Senior Blood! You are not enough in your body, stop."

Mo Lingqing didn't say anything, but looked up at Wang Que. In his sleeves, a green snake climbed up and raised its head to spit out its tongue.

"Come on, there is plenty of blood and essence!" Wang Que patted his neck, and the green snake bit Wang Que's neck and devoured and refined blood and qi crazily.

Chantan Jingkong stared slightly, he had never seen such a scene before.

Ten minutes later, the green snake spewed out refined blood essence for Mo Lingqing to absorb, and Wang Que sat aside with a pale face.

"Continue, use all the sword intent!" Mo Lingqing's voice was very low, but it revealed a crazy cruelty.

"Yes, yes." Chantan Jingkong was completely shocked. He couldn't imagine how there could be such a cruel person in the world!

Even though his spiritual power was abundant, he still drank a bottle of pills to restore his spiritual power. The reason why he was extremely sensitive to danger was because he was... extremely afraid of death.

For more than two hundred years, he had hardly ever been seriously injured. He either cultivated in the family or went out to seek opportunities with everyone politely... Even when he met a junior, he would call him "young friend"...

After an unknown amount of time, the sun had already set. In the cave, Mo Lingqing growled hoarsely: "Use all your sword intent. This time, activate all the power of artistic conception!"

Zhandan Jingkong's face turned pale, and his tortoise shell had disappeared. Only a dozen shields were left in front of him. All those shields had turned into debris on the ground!

From noon to late at night, he activated countless power of artistic conception. The more he activated, the more scared he became. He could not imagine how a person could endure the pain of so much power of artistic conception raging in his body.

"Senior, you can't lead me anymore. You will die if you do this again!"

"This time, you don't have to use all your strength. My injuries will completely break out. Then, we will die together!"

"I will use it! I will use it!" Chantan Jingkong gritted his teeth, thought about it, and bit his tongue in pain and spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Senior, I have spent a lot of money this time. You must not die!"

As he said, dozens of sword lights stabbed: "Senior, if you can't bear it, send my soul out before you die!!!"

The sword light entered the body, and Mo Lingqing's body shook violently. Then, a strong three-color sword light emerged from Mo Lingqing's body. This is the power of the sword king's artistic conception!

"Ah!!!" Mo Lingqing screamed to the sky, and dozens of sword lights behind him broke and rolled back. Chantan Jingkong spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards.

The artistic conception of the three-color sword was completely rioted, and the sword intent chasing Chantan Jingkong broke out of Mo Lingqing's body...!

Blood splattered everywhere, and the mountain wall was stained with blood spots. The fallen Chantan Jingkong rolled over and got up in a hurry. He didn't have time to stand up completely and knelt on one knee, spitting blood and making a seal: "Upgrade for me!!!!"

In the low roar of Chantan Jingkong full of fear, the three-color sword intent rushed into the mountain wall beside him with the broken sword light.

Without the slightest sound, a big hole was directly penetrated in the mountain body, and then the three-color sword light flew to an unknown place...

Ten miles away from here, two groups of people were confronting each other...

"Hand over the Lieyu Jiao, otherwise, die!"

As soon as this person finished his harsh words, a beam of aurora passed by in the distant sky...

When the strong sound wave of breaking through the air disappeared, the upper body of the group of people who had made the harsh words disappeared obliquely, and the cut surface was extremely smooth...

As for where the disappeared upper body went.....

No one knows.

Maybe... the upper body means the world is so big...

The perspective returns from the unlucky guy to the cave.

The wound on Mo Lingqing's back was extremely hideous, and the upper body fell forward directly.

Wang Que hurriedly ran to hug Mo Lingqing, and when he saw the hideous wound on Mo Lingqing's back, he took a breath of cold air with a bloody smell.

He hurriedly took out the prepared elixir powder and threw it frantically behind Mo Lingqing.

"Senior, you can't die, what will happen to my soul source if you die!!!" Chandan Jingkong got up and ran in a very embarrassed manner, holding a dozen bottles of healing spirit liquid in his hand!

"Your medicine powder is not good, this is a magic medicine for treating external injuries!"

In order to save his life, Chandan Jingkong spent all his family's wealth.

After the spirit liquid went down, the wound on Mo Lingqing's back began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his breath was constantly weakening.

Black mist appeared in Wang Que's eyes. Suddenly, Wang Que was refreshed. He saw the death gradually emerging from Mo Lingqing.

He widened his eyes and woke up and grabbed the green snake: "Suck it! Your master is going to die!"

The green snake began to grow bigger, and finally turned into the size of an arm, biting half of Wang Que's neck and madly devouring the blood!

"It's useless, it's useless." Chantan Jingkong quickly opened the snake's mouth and threw it aside: "Even if there is blood to make up for it, it's useless. Now she is already beyond redemption, unless..."

"Alas, blood loss, blood loss, I am so lost!" Chantan Jingkong jumped anxiously and pulled out the hairpin in the crown.

Unscrewing the hairpin, a tiny black pill appeared: "This is the immortal medicine I found when I fell off a cliff and fell into a cave two hundred years ago. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to die! Alas!"

"What are you still standing there for? I will compensate you later. I am the second young master of the Wang family in Jinyang City. I have a lot of treasures!"

"Wang family in Jinyang City?" Chantan Jingkong shrank his hand: "Are you really going to compensate?"

"If I don't compensate, will you give it to me?"

Chantan Jingkong stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

"So much nonsense!" Wang Que stretched out his hand and pinched it: "It's been more than two hundred years. Are you sure it can still be eaten?"

"It can definitely be eaten!" Chantan Jingkong was very sure!

Wang Que lifted up Mo Lingqing in his arms, and then carefully stuffed the tiny black ball into Mo Lingqing's mouth.

Mo Lingqing's throat moved slightly, and after a moment, a terrifying vitality rose in his body.

Chantan Jingkong let out a long breath and sat on the ground: "Ah~~~"

"I didn't expect this thing to be so useful. Fortunately, I don't have to die now, ah~~~"

Chantan Jingkong lay directly on the ground, sighing.

Wang Que turned his head and looked over: "What did you just say? You haven't used this thing before?"

Chantan Jingkong, who was lying on the ground, didn't even raise his head: "I haven't been seriously injured, how could I possibly use this medicine?"

"It was written on it at the time that the immortal medicine can cure all injuries. Look, Senior Xue is back to life now, right? This shows that it is useful, why are you still entangled about it?"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"That's just a possibility. If it really doesn't work, we'll find a way then..."

"Master Wang, you are a member of the Wang family in Jinyang City, you should keep your word, I've lost so much..."

"I will compensate you!"