Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

Leng Feiran's expression was sad.

Channu's Immortal Technique is the highest immortal method of Qingyue Sect, but it is not mysterious in Sijing Continent.

Because for thousands of years, no one has been able to understand this set of immortal techniques.

Channu Immortal Technique not only improves cultivation, but also provides all-round knowledge. It is almost an encyclopedia.

Kung Fu, martial arts, medical skills, puppetry, formations, etc. are all excellent.

If Yue Qingling really succeeds, then he will indeed be the first among the saints in the world!

"I've told you, can I go now?"

Yue Qingling felt a little reluctant to let go, but there was no need to miss the feelings that should have been severed long ago.

After this, the two of them will have nothing to do with each other.

Leng Feiran looked at him blankly, still saying some incomprehensible words.

"Empress Qingyue specially developed two sets of spiritual methods for cultivating immortals in order for the Qingyue Sect to remain prosperous. The "Qingfeng Mingyue Jue" can be described as a majestic road, but the "Channu Immortal Method" is rugged and steep.

In the thirteenth chapter of "The Bright Moon Chapter", there is an extremely obscure spell that seems to be able to control the monks who have practiced the "Channu Immortal Technique"..."

"Master, can I leave?" Yue Qingling didn't want to answer her, so she asked again.

Leng Feiran slowly stood in front of him, but her eyes were fixed on his chest: "You are now a strong person in the Heavenly Cultivation Realm, which means that you already have Nascent Soul meditating on your three-inch spiritual platform, right? ?”

Yue Qingling looked at her indifferently: "This is already the second question."

Leng Feiran did not respond, but stared closely at the chest of the Immortal Lord, silently reciting the spell in Chapter 13 of the Bright Moon Chapter.

"The slave of Chanjuan is called by the moon..."

"Whoosh!"

In just such a moment, Leng Feiran felt that she had entered a place of clarity and spirituality, and she seemed to have one more perspective.

She exclaimed, and then realized that her consciousness appeared in Yue Qingling's three-inch spiritual platform.

And her body was still standing in front of Yue Qingling.

Leng Feiran saw that on the cold and safe three-inch spiritual platform, there was Yue Qingling, who was shining with white light. This was his soul!

"what have you done?"

A voice came.

Leng Feiran heard Yue Qingling's slightly panicked inquiry.

She could still see Yue Qingling's expression in her physical body.

He was seen clutching his chest, his lips colorless in shock.

Leng Feiran didn't answer, she slowly came to the side of Yue Qingling's soul.

The soul emitting white light is really like a fairy, elegant and elegant to the extreme.

Leng Feiran laughed dumbly.

Haha, what kind of bullshit immortal?

After all, aren't you a puppet of my demon sect?

Did this three-inch spiritual platform let me in so easily?

"Lord Leng! Please come out immediately!" Yue Qingling realized the danger. When he looked inside, he was shocked.

The Nascent Soul place of cultivators should be the most defensive place. How could someone get in so easily?

Then the opponent's spiritual consciousness can completely ravage his soul!

How could Leng Feiran listen to him?

With elegant steps, she came to the side of Yue Qingling Yuanshen, squatted gently beside the crystal clear Yuanying, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently poked the Yuanying.

Just for a moment.

Yue Qingling immediately collapsed to the ground.

The Immortal Cultivator's Nascent Soul is so sensitive that it can't stand being touched at all. The slightest touch will make the whole body go weak immediately.

Yue Qingling struggled to stand up, using Leng Feiran's body as a threat.

But how could Leng Feiran give him a chance?

She changed her pitiful look just now, and directly pushed Yue Qingling's soul down carelessly and sat on its waist.

"Unpopular Master...stop..."

Yue Qingling collapsed on the ground, feeling as sensitive as ever before.

He only felt that his heart was gripped by Leng Feiran.

Let him live, and he will live; let him die, and he will die immediately!

The youngest and most promising Immortal Lord in Si Jing Continent was just twitching on the ground, his beautiful face already showing the appearance of being humiliated.

Leng Feiran didn't move much. She just lay on top of her soul, looking at the crystal clear beauty, and asked proudly: "What did you call me?"

"The unpopular master... hiss..."

Leng Feiran pinched his Yuanshen's arm unceremoniously.

Yue Qingling was sweating profusely and curled up on the ground, gasping for air.

"Give you another chance, what do you call me?"

Yue Qingling couldn't bear the humiliation of her soul, so she whispered in a trembling voice: "Master...Master...Master...please spare me this time."

Everything seemed to be back four years ago, when he was like this in the basement. Leng Feiran taught him these words. He shouted like this when he couldn't bear it anymore.

Leng Feiran sneered: "Aren't you always chasing me? Come on, kill me."

She pinched Yuanshen's face hard and rubbed her hard, showing no mercy at all.

Yue Qingling felt extremely uncomfortable, with unspeakable discomfort all over her body.

He couldn't help but scratch his chest with his hands until his clothes were scratched and there were more than a dozen red scars on his chest.

But even so, it doesn't help.

If one's soul is manipulated, life would be worse than death.

You can’t live, you can’t die!

Yue Qingling has never been so weak as today. He almost knelt on the ground, with his pretty face pressed into the soil, crying and saying painfully: "Master... I beg you... I beg you... please let me Whatever you do is fine..."

finally.

Leng Feiran had enough fun, and then she stopped. She suppressed the peaceful spirit on her face, but she still had some unfinished thoughts.

She said arrogantly: "You know you are wrong?"

"knew……"

"Does he deserve to be punished?"

"Yes... Ling'er is willing to be punished."

"You are really my traitor!" Leng Feiran couldn't help pinching Yuanshen's face again.

Hey, I have to say, this soul feels really good.

Yue Qingling outside almost fainted.

Leng Feiran did not continue to pester her. Anyway, she had already grasped Yue Qingling's weakness.

This immortal who was admired and admired by thousands of people was just her darling now.

Leng Feiran recited a spell and came out of Yue Qingling's three-inch spiritual platform.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Yue Qingling burrowing in the mud in a panic. His white clothes were already dirty, and his whole body had no fairy spirit at all, as if it had been stained by the mud.

"Puch!" Leng Feiran couldn't help but laugh.

As masters and apprentices, they both have to dig into the earth.

After finishing laughing, Leng Feiran saw a little light appearing in the distance.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in her beautiful eyes.

The fairies from Yao Palace and Lingjing Sect finally came after them.

Leng Feiran had no intention of entangled with them.

The top priority is to quickly control Yue Qingling's departure.

Where there is life, there is hope.

In Chapter 13 of the Bright Moon Chapter, she has not thoroughly studied and understood that the Demon Sect has suffered great trauma this time.

It is not a wise choice to continue fighting.

"You bitches, just wait!"

She raised Yue Qingling with one hand and said impatiently: "Hold me and run away!"

Yue Qingling's black hair hung down on his face, with a few strands sticking to the corners of his mouth. Mixed with the dirty soil, he looked like a fairy who had fallen into the quagmire.

He looked at the stars in the distance, and among them was the saint he admired.

He knew this was his only chance to escape.

but……

He closed his eyes in pain, picked up Leng Feiran, and flew away into the sky.

It seemed that it was impossible to seize this opportunity.