Killer Crazy Concubine: Lock Soul Against Heaven

The moment Yuwen Luoshuang closed her eyes, she saw the palm of an undead stretching towards her neck, but she didn't move.In a trance, I only heard Feng Xinglang block the palm with the back of the Qingsi soft sword, making a clanging sound.

As Yuwen Luoshuang chanted the spell faster and faster, suddenly a white light appeared in the sky above the underworld, and at this time several disciples of Fengshangzong had already fallen to the ground.Feng Xinglang had no room to rescue them, because he could only use Gu Xiu's spiritual power, and it would take a lot of his strength to use Gu Xiu's spiritual power. During the process, his strength was almost exhausted.

So when the radio and television appeared, Feng Xinglang breathed a sigh of relief, and only when he was negligent for a moment, the palms of a few undead tore apart the barrier that had been cast around him.At the same time, the layer of enchantment that was cast on Yuwen Luoshuang's body was also torn. Seeing that some undead were about to grab Yuwen Luoshuang's neck, he rushed to Yuwen Luoshuang's face with all his might. to drive those undead out.But there was a large and deep wound on his back, with some burning pain.

Also at this time, a small bright spot that originally appeared in the sky above the underworld has turned into many small bright spots in a short period of time.Those small lights are like pieces of snowflakes slowly falling from the sky, filling the entire air.When those tiny lights met the undead, those undead suddenly became quiet and began to stay in place in a daze.

Because the soul of that cup of salvation began to gradually seep into their bodies, and began to slowly affect their consciousness. Gradually, all the undead stopped their movements.

The moment Yuwen Luoshuang opened his eyes, Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth slightly, and then smiled at her, as if nothing had happened.

"I think this matter has settled down like this."

"Won't there be any more changes in them?"

"Probably not."

Following Feng Xinglang's words, a large mouthful of blood spewed out from Yuwen Luoshuang's mouth. The bright red blood stained Feng Xinglang's plain white clothes, forming red dot-like substances, which looked like red dots from a distance. Traces of plum blossoms.

After spraying blood, Yuwen Luoshuang began to cough loudly, and every time she coughed, a mouthful of blood would come out of her mouth.This scene made Feng Xinglang feel extremely distressed. He quickly stepped forward and pressed Yuwen Luoshuang's wrist firmly, trying to restore Yuwen Luoshuang to a normal state in this way, but she coughed all the time. Didn't stop there.

Feng Xinglang hugged Yuwen Luoshuang in his arms a little anxiously, and began to pat her on the back continuously. Every time he patted, his heart throbbed fiercely, as if nailed to her back. A needle deep in his heart reminded him of pain all the time.

"I shouldn't have asked you to summon those souls that have already been saved. It's all my fault, my fault."

"It's just what I should do. Isn't it great that the world is peaceful?"

While speaking, Yuwen Luoshuang glanced down,