The evil king chased his wife 99 times: lady, wait for me

Chapter 314 She Absorbed the Magic Breath
"Mojun, I found it. This is Jing Rong's skeleton!"

Everyone's attention was attracted by Su Su.

This is really a weird scene. The half-hunched thin old man climbed up from the lake with a bunch of human bones in his arms, but he tripped over a lotus branch and almost fell into the lake again.

He is obviously a solemn high priest who has lived for 200 years, but now he is married and flattering like a corrupt official!

Jing Li closed her eyes, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Even though he had already left the temple, that person was, after all, his master who raised him and taught him.

The image of a loving father in the past and the solemn image of being worshiped by all people are completely cracked at this moment.

"This is his innate nature, it has nothing to do with you, why be sad?" Feng Qianhua rarely took the initiative to speak to Jing Li, but it was still a comforting word.

Jing Li opened his eyes, his eyes were a little confused: "If it is your master or family members who have become like this now..."

"I have seen through everything in the world. Apart from God, I have no master or family in my heart." Feng Qianhua raised her chin coldly and arrogantly, and the white clothes embroidered with golden patterns fluttered in the wind.

Feng Qianhua is more like a high god.

Jing Li sighed to herself, lowered her head and sighed: "You are right, but I still can't do it..."

"That's because you haven't experienced enough, and one day you will do it too." Feng Qianhua still raised her chin.

Da Chengan suddenly pointed his finger at Jing Su: "Master Mojun, it is he who gave you the Shenmo Powder! He is the one who encouraged me..."

"Shut up! Can I not understand your thoughts?" Ling Yuan looked down at Da Chengan.

With just one glance, Da Chengan fell silent, and Da Chengping stepped forward to help him stop the bleeding, and at the same time poured his internal energy into him.

If he wasn't still needed, he would have died N hundred times long ago!
"Da Chengan, you made a big mistake against God. If you can't make up for it, you can die now." Feng Qianhua took a step forward and looked at Da Chengan coldly.

There is still a faint red light in Da Chengan's eyes, which is just a sign of being possessed by a demon. If he is completely possessed by a demon, he will completely break away from the god body and can no longer serve as the servant of the god.They want to open the gate of heaven before that.

"I am willing to make amends, as long as I can save my life, you can do whatever you ask me to do." Da Chengan hastily expressed his opinion.

He was born as the crown prince of Nether Continent, and he also inherited a certain amount of divine power in his body to practice forbidden arts. Since he was a child, he has been subject to wind and rain, when has he ever been humiliated like this?But in order to survive, he is as violent as he is willing to endure.

"Okay, if you are willing to cooperate, I, Feng Qianhua, will protect your life in front of the demon king." Feng Qianhua said and looked at Lingyuan, "Devil Lord, I wonder if Qianhua has such face?"

Jing Li was a little surprised: Feng Qianhua, a cold-blooded guy, actually knows how to sing double reeds?
"Okay, I promise you." Lingyuan cooperated, he gently raised his red lips, and smiled at Da Chengan with a piercing smile, "Three days later, I want to see your sincerity here, otherwise..."

He didn't say the rest of the words, but raised the end of his voice, without getting angry.

Da Chengan trembled, and the little dog and cat replied: "Yes."

Then he hurriedly ordered Da Chengping to take him back to the palace to heal his wounds, and the imperial army also dispersed, only Jing's disciples were left in the temple, Jingkui was the only one left.

Lingyuan and the others got off the flower path and walked towards the Guangming Hall.Every time he takes a step forward, bright red Bana flowers will emerge from the ground.

The disciples of the temple gave way one after another, and Jing Su carried Jing Rong's wreckage and followed step by step: "Master Demon Lord..."

Lingyuan ignored him at all, and said to Han Xi after entering the Guangming Palace: "Xi'er, the warm jade bed."

"Yes." Han Xi raised his hand and dug into his stomach, and really pulled out a warm jade bed!
That was the bed that Jing Li had slept on for many years!He stared wide-eyed at his bed, then at Han Xi's belly.

"What are you looking at? This is my mother's stuff." Han Xi glared at him hard.

Jing Li shrank her neck, not daring to breathe.

Lingyuan put Feng Youruo on the warm jade bed, and said to everyone: "Feng Qianhua, you summoned Gui Lengqing, we can't wait any longer."

"Okay, how is she?" Feng Qianhua nodded, knowing that he was also worried that Da Chengan would be completely obsessed, but right now he was more concerned about her safety.

"She's fine." Ling Yuan raised his hand and gently pressed her forehead, moving his lips in a murmur, trying to suck out the trace of spirit that was given to her earlier.

But...it couldn't be sucked out!
"How?" He withdrew his hand in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qianhua also became nervous.

Ling Yuan pursed her lips, and her expression became heavy: "She has absorbed my soul, and it can't come out."

"Then she...is destined to follow the devil?" Duan Muhao asked in surprise.

When he called out like this, everyone's faces became even more ugly, especially Feng Qianhua: "You shouldn't share her magic breath!"

"What's the use of saying this now? Think of other ways!" Yu Nuo stared at Feng Qianhua displeased, "I won't let you talk about my brother!"

The corners of Feng Qianhua's lips twitched, she turned her head and left: "I'll take Leng Qing back."

Han Xi stepped forward and held Ling Yuan's hand: "Father, don't worry, Auntie will wake up on her own. Her mind is strong, and she will never follow the path of the devil."

"I believe her too." Lingyuan smiled at his son, "Okay, I'll guard her, you all spread out, don't surround her, the air is not good."

"Okay." Everyone bowed their heads and dispersed one by one, guarding each corner of the Guangming Palace.

From the beginning to the end, Jing Su stood aside in embarrassment, waiting at a loss.Biansheng Lingyuan regards him as transparent!

Jing Li sighed, and took the initiative to say: "Master Mojun, what should we do with the wreckage of Jing Rong?"

"Stay." Lingyuan finally took a look at Jing Su, "You, get out."

"Yes." Jing Su put down the wreckage in embarrassment, and walked away trembling.

When he reached the entrance of the hall, he stopped again: "Well, Jingli, can you come out and play?"

"What's the matter?" Jing Li asked, but didn't go out.

"Master's time is approaching, and I want to pass on the mantle of our ancestors to you, so you can make up for the gods for Master." Jing Su said.

Jing Li hesitated, and looked at Ling Yuan asking for instructions, he didn't care about the so-called mantle at all.

Ling Yuan nodded slightly, and then Jing Li followed him out.

After leaving the Guangming Palace, Jing Su fell back weakly, and Jing Li caught him with quick eyes and hands, half distressed and half complaining: "Master, how are you?"

"I... am going to die." Jing Su gasped weakly, "Take me back to the temple."

"Yes." Jing Li rushed back to the temple with Jing Su in his arms.

The temple was full of ruins, and Jing Li opened his mouth slightly in surprise: "The statues... why are they all down!"

That is the god that Jing's devoted his life to the priest. The earthquake didn't damage it too much, but now it is a mess.

"We just went through a fierce battle here, but it's not important anymore." Jing Su smiled wryly, and grabbed Jing Li's hand firmly, "Jing Li, Master has something to ask you..."

(End of this chapter)