Proud Evil God Concubine

Chapter 862 Cleaning up the Portal ([-])

"Hmph! You are too arrogant! You are just a seven-star emperor spirit master, and I am a two-star god spirit master!" Ximen Ting said angrily, and then turned into Ximen Xianling's face again, with a high-pitched voice full of anger, " Wuxie, today is your death day! I want to use your flesh and blood to pay homage to me!"

Ximen Ting's body turned into a gust of wind, rushing towards him, a mighty force formed under his palm, his robe fluttered, coupled with his ferocious and sinister face, he looked extremely terrifying.

Everyone was stunned, apparently they never thought that Ximen Ting and Ximen Xianling would merge into a book and become a terrifying monster.

Yun Miao, who was standing on the high platform, shuddered with aversion to the cold. Thinking of Ximen Ting's vain attempt to chase him before, she couldn't help but feel her scalp go numb.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that Ximen Ting is very good? You are young and talented, why didn't you find out that he is a hermaphrodite? Hey, you want to sell me for a small benefit." Yun Miao turned her head. Looking at an old man beside Yun Fuchen, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"What? Great Elder, what do you mean? You actually want to thwart Miao'er and Ximen Ting behind the back of the Pagoda Master?" Yun Fuchen's face turned cold when he heard this, and he asked the old man beside him in a serious voice.

Just relying on Ximen Ting to wish to match Miao'er?

Yunfushan's face froze, and he shook his head quickly, "The tower master misunderstood. I saw Ximenting was a two-star spiritual master before, so I inadvertently praised him in front of Miaoer. I didn't expect this girl to misunderstand."

He raised his head and glanced at Ximen Ting in the distance, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, the useless guy, who wanted to win the Xianling Pavilion into his own power, did not expect to collapse so soon.

"It's good if you don't have one! Not everyone can marry the saintess of my Thousand Buddha Pagoda. Hmph!" Yun Fuchen snorted coldly, and waved at Yun Miao, "Miao'er, come, sit by Grandpa Chen's side."

Yun Miao nodded obediently, and sat beside Yun Fuchen, but her eyes gradually turned cold.Yunfushan is her own grandfather, but he is so interested in it that he even wants to trade her life's happiness for his high position.And Grandpa Chen is only a relative, but he treats her extremely dotingly.

Yun Fushan wiped the sweat off his forehead, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

The three elders and several disciples of Xianling Pavilion were beheaded by Qin Lieyan's sword within a moment.

However, Long Qingyue and Ximen Ting fought for hundreds of rounds, but there was still no winner.

Everyone was amazed, looking at the black figure in mid-air, they couldn't help showing envious and surprised expressions, this young man was able to fight across levels, even though he was a Seven Star Emperor Spiritualist, his strength was on par with Ximen Ting, It's amazing.

But everyone soon discovered that Long Qingyue was gradually at a disadvantage. After all, the distance between Samsung and Ximen Ting was not so easy to bridge, and Ximen Ting's movements became faster and more ruthless.

A punch was struck hard, and it hit Long Qingyue's body firmly. Long Qingyue's face turned pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her footsteps even retreated tens of meters. The white jade under her feet even There were a few cracks stepped on.

Looking at her stubborn and persistent eyes and pale face, Qin Lieyan felt a pang of distress in his heart, and stepped forward to support her, his voice was hoarse, no emotion could be heard, but the worry in that voice was extremely clear.

"let me."

"No need. Although he is a bit stronger for me, it doesn't mean I can't win!" Long Qingyue shook her head stubbornly. If she just stood behind him deliberately, then she would be farther and farther away from him. Far.

(End of this chapter)