Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 144 Family War
"Mysterious energy transforms into wings!" The corners of Poison Saint's eyes were shattered, "How is this possible!"

Profound energy into wings is a supernatural power that can only be displayed by a peak god. Ling Wushuang is only a junior saint. This impossible thing happened before their eyes.

"This, this..." The elders opened their mouths wide, staggered, and almost fell to the ground in shock. She actually grew wings!

Ling Wushuang stepped into the air and soared, with fire wings ten feet wide on her back, like a goddess of fire, unattainable.

"How, how is it possible." Shocked, the elders were at a loss for words.

Poison Saint's face was even more ugly, but he was the first to react, and he waved his hand violently, and a big black palm attacked Ling Wushuang in midair.

Ling Wushuang volleyed a little with one foot, turned his body slightly, and dodged this attack easily.

The poison sage looked at the people in mid-air, his eyes were extremely venomous, he quickly raised his head, and there was a roar like a lion, with an unusually strong momentum, as if bursting out of his abdomen.

"Roar-roar-"

The terrifying sound waves of the lion's roar spread like water ripples.

Ling Wushuang frowned almost imperceptibly, and the fire wings shook slightly on his back. His petite body rose into the sky, turned into a red streamer, and disappeared in front of several people in the blink of an eye.

"You continue to play, and this girl will not accompany you."

The person had long since disappeared from the crowd, but a voice remained, hovering and dissipating slowly in the high sky, as if it came from a distant sky.

Several elders of the church, you look at me, I look at you, they all froze in place, their faces twitched, twisted and twitched as if they had eaten a fly.

Ling Wushuang was really, just like that, flying with wings under their eyelids!

"Ah——Ling Wushuang!" The one with the ugliest face was none other than the one who satirized the Poison Saint a few times before, wanting Ling Wushuang to fly with wings, but unexpectedly, she really flew with wings.

The poisonous sage was trembling with anger, kept panting heavily, put his hands on his hips, and paced back and forth on the spot. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, raised his hair and let out a roar, which shook the surrounding mountains.

"What should we do now?" The elders suddenly lost their minds.

"What should we do?" Poison Saint was in a hurry, and vented his anger on several people, shouting violently: "Don't you still want to kill the Ling family?"

The elders looked at each other and fell silent. It was not the right time, they hadn't figured out the details of the master behind the Ling family, they couldn't act rashly, if it was really someone from that area, the church would not be able to provoke them.

The morning light is faint, the trees are lush, this small world is full of fragrant grasses and clear springs.

Ling Wushuang landed on the ground with one step, clutching her chest, still a little suffocated, the profound skill of Poison Saint Bai Qiutian really didn't come out, if she fought recklessly, she would definitely suffer a big loss.

Ling Wushuang clenched his fists slowly, sighed, and murmured: "It seems that there is more than a little difference between a high-level titled saint and a low-level one."

Afterwards, Ling Wushuang found a quiet place to sit down, took a few Saint Yuan Pills, and the pain like a needle prick in his head dissipated immediately.

However, if people saw it, they would definitely beat their chests and scold the prodigal son. It is afraid that only Ling Wushuang can do it.

"What is the most important thing in the promotion of the holy rank?" Ling Wushuang frowned slightly.

Ling Wushuang was injured a little, and his breathing was unstable. If he rushed back to Ling's house right now, the old man would definitely notice it. In order not to worry the old man, Ling Wushuang sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his breath .

The poison sage's several shots made her seem to have a little insight, and she just took advantage of this opportunity to see if she could make a breakthrough.

But what Ling Wushuang didn't expect was that when she closed her eyes and opened them again, it would be three days later, and in the past few days, facing the capital to the east, it was a mess of twine.

A few days ago, someone saw Mr. Jiang's family on the street and led a group of people to block Ling Wushuang on the street. Then, outside the suburbs of Beijing, a holy battle broke out. In the next few days, Ling Wushuang lost the news. This series of events all showed that , Ling Wushuang is probably more ill-fortune than good.

Old Master Ling dispatched the disciples of the Ling family to search for them to no avail, and in desperation, he led a siege to the gate of the Jiang family.

Outside the Jiang family's house, two groups of people stood facing each other, and the battle was about to break out.

The Patriarch of the Jiang family stood in front of the gate, seeing the imposing Mr. Ling in front of him, he said angrily: "Ling Qingtian, Ling Wushuang disappeared by himself, but you insist on saying that it is related to my Jiang family, it is too deceptive."

At this time, Mr. Ling couldn't listen to the words of the Patriarch of the Jiang family at all, his face sank like water, and he was burning with anxiety, "Someone saw with his own eyes that Jiang Yi was blocking Wushuang, this old man said it again, hand over Jiang Yi, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." .”

Mr. Ling's eyes were almost red with anxiety, and there was Narcissus beside Jiang Yi, and Wu Shuang must have fallen into their hands!

The Patriarch of the Jiang family suddenly became angry, and his voice became a little colder, "Ling Qingtian, you know that Jiang Yi is not in the Jiang family now, how do you ask me to make friends? I think you are deliberately trying to frame him. Let’s start a civil war among the four major families.”

Not to mention that Jiang Yi was really not there, even if he was in Jiang's house, Ling Qingtian would not hand him over if he came so forcefully.

Ling Moqiu has become even more anxious these days, so he stepped forward, "Whether Jiang Yi is in Jiang's house, Jiang Yang, let me search for it!"

If Wushuang really fell into Jiang Yi's hands, he would definitely be in Jiang's family, if... Ling Moqiu didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Dozens of disciples of the Ling family who followed Mr. Ling looked at the Jiang family at the same time, waiting for an order before rushing forward.

"Ling Moqiu!" The head of the Jiang family yelled, "Are you really bullying my Jiang family? If you continue to be aggressive and provocative, even if you die, I will fight you to the end!"

The Patriarch of the Jiang family had a gloomy look in his eyes. Even if the Ling family had two holy ranks, but if there was a real fight, it might not be that the Jiang family was at a disadvantage. Now that Ling Wushuang is missing, apart from Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu, the Ling family is not alone. There are only a bunch of trash left, two fists are no match for four hands, who will win and who will lose is yet to be considered.

"Patriarch." Several elders of the Jiang family hesitated, "Why bother with Ling Qingtian, a lunatic, you can call Jiang Yi out and ask about this matter."

The head of the Jiang family, with a gloomy face, stared at Ling Qingtian, but did not speak.

Of course he knew, but Jiang Yi is really not here now, and more importantly, Jiang Yi colluded with the holy hall to harm Ling Wushuang. Ling Qingtian, this nasty old thing, noticed that if Ling Qingtian didn't care about the face of the four major families and went crazy, it would be difficult to handle.

(End of this chapter)