Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 909
This thought had just surfaced in everyone's hearts, and the white tail wrapped around the spirit dove stretched out, driving the coffin Jiao away.

A hand stretched out, and the purple butterfly flew out.

In the middle of the night, the butterflies flew towards the Jiaojiao.

From Bijiao, Song Yuanqing felt a sense of crisis.

This purple butterfly can't kill the Jiaojiao, but if it gets entangled, it can be hurt.

"Midnight Butterfly can be controlled by the rhythm." A voice sounded.

Shentu looked at Qiao Yang coldly, "You fouled."

Jiao Yang said: "Hallmaster Xishao's use of Ziyedie is no longer his own strength."

"Xiao Jiu has this kind of treasure because of her ability, and it's the same reason as the weapon he wears in his hand."

"It is my freedom to watch the battle of speech."

Song Yuanqing frowned, stretched out his hand, and the war drum standing on the edge of the Wutai fell in front of him.Holding drumsticks in both hands, he played a battle drum song.

Lingjiu snorted softly, what's wrong with these men, all of them are all-rounders.

Zi Yedie failed, so she took it back, threw another object, and turned into a blue bird in mid-air.

If Nangong Lie were here, he would definitely find that this blue bird was also one of the local specialties of the Patriarch of Nanli Huoyu.

The blue bird is beautiful and moving, spreading a clear light all over its body, wrapping the coffin dragon inside.

The coffin Jiao is not afraid of the blue bird, but he can't break the blue bird's shackles for a while.

Without Bijiao's troubles, Lingjiu once again bullied Song Yuanqing.

"Luo Hou." This time, it was Kui Yuan who couldn't see it anymore, "Is she a martial artist or a baby?"

Luo Hou didn't speak, and the Lingjiu in the martial arts platform had already said: "Since it's a comparison, it's better to compare it thoroughly. Whether it's force or wealth, I will beat you thoroughly."

Kui Yuan's face turned blue with anger, but Song Yuanqing was deeply in touch with Lingjiu's temperament, so she was not surprised by her words.

Temporarily losing the coffin, he played the Jue in his hand, and another big tripod appeared, surrounded by seal characters, which was actually stronger than the previous three tripods.

When the Taomu sword touched the cauldron, the strength of the rebound almost caused Lingjiu to throw it out.

She wasn't too surprised, Song Yuanqing was already a three-legged body back then, how could he still be a three-legged body now.

As soon as the tripod came out, it was like a party guarding Song Yuanqing's side, and the golden seal script flew towards Lingjiu under the words of Song Yuanqing.

"Huh?" Baiwei couldn't stop the script script, and the script script was like a chain, imprisoning Lingjiu's body in place.

Song Yuanqing looked at her, "You lost."

"Who said that?" With a thought of Lingjiu, a bronze mirror appeared, and a golden light was emitted from it, breaking the seal script locks wrapped around Lingjiu.

Kui Yuan's face became even more ugly.

He recognized that it was the treasure he bestowed on the Seventh Layer Sect, a treasure possessing the holy power of the great emperor.

Even if the holy power contained in this treasure is only a few wisps, it will be useless if it is used up.But in the end it was his thing, and now it appeared in Lingjiu's hands, which made him understand at once that the suzerain's sudden disappearance had something to do with her.

But Li Yuan didn't know that Lingjiu got this treasure from Black Snake, but the holy power inside had been consumed by Black Snake long ago.

The holy power she shoots now actually belongs to her, but she just uses this treasure as a cover.

The seal script lock was interrupted, which was beyond Song Yuanqing's expectation.

Without hesitation, he hit the golden cauldron with one hand, and the golden cauldron shone with light.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

Lingjiu sneered, "That's because you can't hurt me."

A golden light flew out of the golden cauldron like lightning.

Lingjiu's body was swallowed by the golden light in the blink of an eye.

Everything was still, and only then did everyone see that there was only a small tripod left where Lingjiu was standing.

"It turned out to be a tripod in a tripod?" The golden light shot from the tripod before was still a tripod.

This tripod is hidden in the previous tripod.

"Hahahaha!" Kui Yuan smiled happily, "I won!"

Luo Hou's voice sounded like a basin of cold water poured down, "The West Temple has not conceded defeat yet."

Kui Yuan's smile remained unchanged, and he looked at Bailiqian, "Don't admit defeat? Do you want her to turn into a puddle of blood?"

Bailiqian said indifferently: "Whoever loses wins, it's not certain."

Kui Yuan only thought that she was trying to be brave, and said to Song Yuanqing: "Let the people inside make some noise."

Song Yuanqing frowned suddenly, his face turned pale.

This scene stimulated Yuan Yuan, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuanqing didn't answer his words, his body trembled, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at the golden cauldron, "Come out!"

There was no sound in the small cauldron.

"Come out!" Song Yuanqing's voice was already hoarse, revealing remorse and anger in his low voice.

At this time, the Jiaojiao also broke free from the shackles of the blue bird, it condensed its body again, and rushed into the small golden cauldron.

"No!" Song Yuanqing stopped immediately.

Bijiao had his own emotions, but he still listened to him, and his reduced body stopped above the small cauldron.But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, a fat white jade hand stretched out from the small cauldron, suddenly grabbed the coffin Jiao and pulled it into the small cauldron.

Bi Jiao made a mistake, and half of his body was pulled in.

Song Yuanqing immediately felt bad, and controlled the coffin jiao to disperse, but the next moment he felt an inexplicable force wrapping the coffin jiao, making it impossible to disperse.

what is this?
Dharma images do not belong to living beings, so what power can restrain the innate abilities of Dharma images?
Song Yuanqing spat out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't know what Lingjiu was doing in the small golden cauldron, but he felt that the energy of the small golden cauldron was constantly passing away, which hurt him.

The most frightening thing was that his dharma image was dragged in, but he couldn't summon it!

"Come out! Come out!" At this moment, all he could do was growl feebly.

The spirit dove naturally wouldn't come out, she didn't expect that there was holy power in the golden cauldron.

The holy power here is in the form of clouds and mist, floating in the innocent place, falling into the eyes of the spirit dove, like balls of sweet cotton candy.

Song Yuanqing is too lucky, right?
Lingjiu thought in his heart.

It can be regarded as opportunistic for her to obtain the holy power, she practiced it by accident, and practiced correctly all the way.A lot of hard work has been put in, and it is hard to get to this level.Some people, even Lingjiu herself, feel very lucky. Compared with the value of the holy power, her hard work seems very simple.

But what about Song Yuanqing?It turned out that the tripod became its own holy power.

Perhaps Song Yuanqing has not yet comprehended the ability to penetrate the small cauldron, so he has limited use of the holy power in the small cauldron. It is unknown whether there is any holy power in it, because the holy power inside has not yet been recognized and absorbed. .

(End of this chapter)