The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 2788 The Enemy Meets
Chapter 17 Chapter [-]

"Brother Xiaoshan, don't kill her." Xiaofu's voice came from behind.

Ling Xiaofu came forward, Long Xiaoshan relaxed her fingers slightly, Weng Mengyun felt the breath, panting heavily, at the same time she saw Ling Xiaofu, her pupils contracted and said: "Xiaofu."

"Master." Ling Xiaofu nodded slightly, her expression very calm.

Weng Mengyun's expression changed. She didn't expect Xiaofu to be saved by Long Xiaoshan. Although she told Long Xiaoshan that finding the holy spring in Qianmian Temple might save Ling Xiaofu, that was mostly guesswork.

Not at all sure, after all, in Ling Xiaofu's situation, it was almost as if she had lost her mind and soul.

Now, Ling Xiaofu was standing in front of her.

"Xiaofu, you are still alive, I am so happy to be a teacher." Weng Mengyun said.

Ling Xiaofu looked at Weng Mengyun indifferently: "Master, based on the relationship we got along with in the past, I can let brother Xiaoshan not kill you, but you have to tell the truth, where is Miss Qingcheng?"

Weng Mengyun looked at Ling Xiaofu's eyes with a little bit of bitterness: "Xiaofu, I know you may hate me in your heart, but I really don't know what Qingcheng girl is."

Long Xiaoshan raised his hand, and the mana in the void condensed, showing Wen Qingcheng's face: "She is Wen Qingcheng, you must have seen it, don't test my patience, I know she must be here."

When Weng Mengyun saw the image of Wen Qingcheng, his pupils shrank.

At the same time, those barbaric tribes who rushed up from under the pyramid all knelt down, shouted loudly, and worshiped towards the void.

Although Long Xiaoshan could not understand their language, he felt that what these people seemed to be worshiping was his condensed image of Wen Qingcheng.

He stared at Weng Mengyun, and said coldly: "What are they talking about?"

"Nothing to say."

A trace of fear appeared in Weng Mengyun's eyes, and he shook his head again and again.

There was a dazzling golden light in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and a terrifying divine sense invaded Weng Mengyun's eye sockets. With his current divine sense being strong, it would be very easy to deprive Weng Mengyun of his consciousness.

When Long Xiaoshan's spiritual thoughts invaded Weng Mengyun's divine sea, Weng Mengyun's expression suddenly became distorted.

Ling Xiaofu on the side looked a little unbearable, sighed slightly, but didn't say anything, she knew that Brother Xiaoshan was a person of great affection, and it must be very important to him that Miss Qingcheng saved Brother Xiaoshan.

In Weng Mengyun's sea of ​​spirits, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual thoughts were rampant, and he was about to ruthlessly deprive Weng Mengyun of his memory. Suddenly, a strong spiritual power gushed out from Weng Mengyun's divine soul, colliding with Long Xiaoshan's spiritual thoughts.

boom!
The impact of two strands of divine sense almost shattered Weng Mengyun's divine sea.

Weng Mengyun screamed, blood oozes from the seven orifices.

However, Long Xiaoshan was surprised to find that this divine sense was as powerful as a heavenly monarch, and someone had possessed Weng Mengyun's divine soul, and that divine sense was somewhat familiar.

Although Long Xiaoshan's divine sense is so strong now, he can completely suppress that divine sense.

But since Weng Mengyun is possessed, if he forcibly defeats the divine sense, then Weng Mengyun will definitely die.

Long Xiaoshan withdrew his divine sense and did not continue to attack. He stared at Weng Mengyun, his eyes gradually became extremely cold, and said: "Duanmu Ling, I know it's you, come out."

Weng Mengyun looked extremely miserable, bleeding from all seven orifices, his face was pale, his head was drooping, his beautiful face looked like a ghost.

However, not long after Long Xiaoshan spoke, Weng Mengyun slowly raised her head, and at this moment, she, who had an extremely miserable face, slowly revealed a smile, which was extremely strange, and said, "Long Xiaoshan, we meet again."

At this time, Weng Mengyun's tone has completely changed, as if he has become another person.

But Long Xiaoshan has a deep memory of that voice and will never forget it.

Duanmu water chestnut.

This kind of tone, ruthless, arrogant, regards all beings in the world as dogs, who else is it?

This woman is indeed still alive. She ran away as Su Huanzhen and disappeared without a trace, but now, her soul is on Weng Mengyun. This guy has inherited the ability of Thousand Faces Bodhisattva and has countless lives.

Moreover, since the Orb of Destiny is pointing here, the disappearance of Qingcheng has a lot to do with Duanmu Ling.

Tianyun Temple's attack on the Demon Palace was not only Wuming's layout, but also Duanmu Ling's behind the scenes?

Long Xiaoshan's heart was cold, but nothing was important at this moment, he said in a cold voice: "Qingcheng is in your hands?"

Duanmu Ling said calmly, "Let go of me first."

Long Xiaoshan clenched his fists slightly, but he didn't attack, and let go of Weng Mengyun's neck.

He knew that since Duanmu Ling's soul was already attached to her, it would be useless to control Weng Mengyun. Even if he killed Weng Mengyun, it would at most make Duanmu Ling lose a clone.

What's more, Qingcheng is likely to be in Duanmu Ling's hands now.

Duanmu Ling took two steps back, rubbed her almost broken neck, and complained: "Long time no see, you are still so rude, Xiaofu, I really don't know what you like about her, why are you so rude to her?" Men are dead set."

"To shut up!"

There was a sharp sword intent in Ling Xiaofu's eyes. If you want to talk about the person you hate the most, Duanmu Ling ranks second in Ling Xiaofu's heart, and no one can rank first.

Because of Duanmu Ling, she was so desperate that she almost killed Long Xiaoshan with her own hands.

It's not that Duanmu Ling is now occupying Weng Mengyun's body, so she wants to kill him.

Duanmu Ling felt the frontal cold all over her body, and the terrifying sword intent that escaped at that moment made her spirit shrink violently. Duanmu Ling took two steps back, the smile on her face froze slightly, and there was a trace of uncontrollable jealousy in her eyes He Buxin: "Sword Baby! Long Xiaoshan is really willing to pass the sword baby to you."

This sword baby was condensed by how much she spent and how many times she sent her soul.

It's a pity, but he made wedding clothes for others.

She has practiced Duanmu Ling for two thousand years, and she has had countless opponents in her life. Zhenjun Beiming and Seven Killing Demon Lords are all outstanding people among outstanding people. They were all defeated by her pomegranate skirt, but she suffered a disastrous somersault here at Longxiaoshan.

It ruined her thousand years of Taoism.

What made her even more unacceptable was that Long Xiaoshan passed the sword baby to Ling Xiaofu casually. It was Long Xiaoshan who took the sword baby back then, so he could keep it by himself.

Could it be that he doesn't know the importance of the sword baby? It's impossible. How could someone as smart as Long Xiaoshan not understand the power of the sword baby.

Then he did it voluntarily, which made Duanmu Ling even more incomprehensible, how could she, who had pursued the Dao all her life and could use love as a cauldron to practice swordsmanship, understand this kind of pure and selfless love.

This feeling, in her eyes, is undoubtedly stupid.

Long Xiaoshan said: "Stop talking nonsense, where is Qingcheng, tell me."

The jealousy in Duanmu Ling's eyes faded away, she regained her composure and said with a smile, "Qingcheng, a beautiful name, so Long Xiaoshan, you are still a passionate seed."

(End of this chapter)