The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 349 Go against the sky, he will die and I will die

Elder Ling looked at Xuanyuan Mochen Yu Xiaohan angrily, "Left envoy, right envoy, you actually fought with us, we will never forgive you lightly."

After Elder Ling finished speaking, he and several other elders withdrew their hands, preparing to inflict the holy fire on Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya narrowed her apricot eyes, but before they could make a move, they suddenly appeared in front of Elder Ling in a flash. With a clap of jade hands, she grabbed Elder Ling's long beard and pulled it twice .

Immediately after she exerted strength with her hand, the elder spirit frowned, and was forced to stretch his neck forward and bend down.

"Girl... let go... let go..." Elder Ling frowned and looked at Feng Qianya angrily.

Because she will be the Holy One in the future, Elder Ling and other elders still have scruples about her.

Feng Qianya squinted her almond eyes, and glanced at him, "Don't let go!"

After saying that, she glanced at An Ling Yifeng, raised her lips and said, "You continue."

Hearing this, An Ling Yifeng nodded lightly, and when Feng Qingjue's soul returned to his physical body, he put his hands together and intersected his fingers, his lips moved slightly, and after a moment of silent recitation, a gossip diagram appeared out of thin air.

Immediately, his intersecting fingers pointed at Feng Qingjue, and the gossip map was like a net covering Feng Qingjue's body.

After a while, the gossip diagram disappeared, and An Ling Yifeng withdrew his hand.

"Third Martial Uncle..." He gazed at the beautiful man in the ice coffin and whispered.

"Third Master Uncle..."

An Ling Yifeng called a few times, but Feng Qing in the ice coffin never responded.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya squinted her apricot eyes slightly, and looked at the elder spirit who was being dragged by her with a long beard, with a slight smile on her lips, she raised her lips and asked, "Why hasn't he woke up yet?"

Elder Ling looked at Feng Qianya angrily, "Death is like a lamp going out. You want to go against the sky and bring the dead back to life. It is wishful thinking."

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows, and pulled his long beard forcefully, the painful elder spirit frowned even tighter.

Glancing at him, Feng Qianya moved closer to him, raised her lips and said, "Old man, I am going against the sky, as you said, death is like a lamp being extinguished, and it can be re-lit when the lamp is extinguished. Resurrection is not impossible, please advise, what else is needed to bring him back to life."

The reason why Feng Qianya asked Elder Ling was that she believed that these old men who had lived for hundreds of years were "well-informed" and might have a way, otherwise, their hundreds of years would have been in vain.

Since Xiao Yangzi asked An Ling Yifeng to bring Feng Qingjue's soul to the Phoenix Sacred Clan, he must know that there must be a way.

Elder Ling glared at Feng Qianya, frowned and said, "I don't know."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed into a line, she stared at him coldly, and asked with a hint of threat: "You really don't know?"

After saying that, she stretched out her other jade hand, grabbed Elder Ling's ear slenderly, and raised her lips and said, "Say it again, do you know or do you know?"

Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan saw that Feng Qianya had grabbed Elder Ling's ear, and they were worried that she would anger Elder Ling.

After all, this Elder Ling is the head of the other elders. Although he obeys the orders of the Holy Venerable, if the Holy Venerable violates the holy law, he will enforce the law. Even the Holy Venerable Ziyou is afraid of him.

Elder Ling saw Feng Qianya grabbing his ears. He had lived for hundreds of years, and no one dared to treat him like this. Last time, she almost burned his beard and eyebrows, but this time he grabbed his ears. He was so mad. him.

Among the other seven elders, the one with the kindest personality and the youngest is the elder. Elder Qing looked at Feng Qianya, frowned slightly, and said, "Girl, let go of Elder Ling first, even if Elder Ling tells you what to do." You may not be able to bring Feng Qingjue back to life."

Hearing what Elder Qing said, Elder Ling looked at him angrily, "Is Elder Qing trying to tell her the method of making Feng Qingjue? This is going against the sky, you are so confused."

Elder Qing frowned, and looked at Elder Ling, "Elder Ling, Feng Qing never lost her soul, perhaps this is God's will."

Hearing what Elder Qing said, Feng Qianya still pulled Elder Ling's beard, raised her eyebrows and looked at Elder Qing, raised her lips and asked, "According to what you said, there is a way, tell me, what else should I do?"

Elder Qing frowned and looked at Feng Qianya, "Girl, Feng Qingjue is already dead, his soul has been away for a long time, even if he returns to his body, he cannot be resurrected unless..."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed into a line, she raised her lips and asked, "Unless what?"

Elder Ling saw what Elder Qing had said, and he frowned stubbornly, and said: "Unless you let him take the Juling Pill, you are connected with Feng Qingjue by blood, before taking the Juling Pill, you must Drop your blood into his mouth first, and then take the Gathering Pill, as long as I work together, he can wake up."

After hearing what Elder Ling said, Feng Qianya squinted her eyes, squinted at him at a 45-degree angle and asked, "Where is the Juling Pill?"

Elder Ling still looked at Feng Qianya angrily, "I won't tell you that you are not a saint, unless you drink the holy water and become a real saint, I will tell you that this spirit gathering pill is in where."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya stared at Elder Ling with a stern gaze, and her lips curled up in a bewitching arc, "No wonder you are willing to tell me this, I am afraid this is your purpose, you really are a group of cunning old men, and you want me to To be a saint?"

Xuanyuan Mochen's heart tightened when he heard Elder Ling's words, and he jumped in front of Feng Qianya, his phoenix eyes stared at her, and he said firmly: "Ya'er, I will never allow you to be this saint, you are my wife, I forbid you to marry anyone."

Hearing Xuanyuan Mochen's words, Elder Ling looked at him angrily, "Zuoshi, have you forgotten what I told you? She must marry her man of destiny, otherwise, her soul will fly away."

Yu Xiaohan frowned deeply when he heard Elder Ling's words. He almost forgot that she is a saint and cannot stay with other men for a lifetime.

An Ling Yifeng didn't know who the man Elder Ling said was the Man of Heaven, but he was very worried when he heard that Feng Qianya would lose her soul.

He walked up to Feng Qianya, staring at her tightly with his clear eyes, "Ya'er, I won't let your soul fly away."

Elder Qing heard what An Ling Yifeng said, walked up to him, looked at him and said: "You are her man, as long as you marry her and become a real husband and wife with her, she will not be scattered."

"Get married?" An Lingyi heard the words, his clear eyes looked at Elder Qing suspiciously.

Hearing Elder Qing's words, Xuanyuan Mochen pulled Feng Qianya into his arms extremely restlessly.

And Feng Qianya was still pulling Elder Ling's long beard, and Xuanyuan Mochen's pulling caused Elder Ling to be punished, and his long beard was painfully pulled by Feng Qianya.

Feng Qianya glanced at him and let go of his long beard.

Xuanyuan Mochen hugged Feng Qianya tightly, and her phoenix eyes looked at her affectionately, "Ya'er, I don't allow you to marry someone else."

"Mr. Zuo, this is beyond your control."

Elder Ling looked angrily at Xuanyuan Mochen, and then stood in a row with several other elders. The eight people put their fingers together, and white light shot out from between their fingers, like a sharp sword, forcibly pulling Feng Qianya and Xuanyuan together. Mo Chen separated.

Feng Qianya, who was knocked away by the white light, couldn't stand still, and fell backwards unsteadily.

"Ya'er..."

"Ya'er..."

Seeing this, Anling Yifeng and Yu Xiaohan shouted worriedly.

Anling Yifeng immediately went to support Feng Qianya.

Yu Xiaohan was about to step forward, when Elder Ling saw that he was in a hurry to help Feng Qianya, he looked at him with a beard blowing and staring, "Could it be that the right envoy also fell in love with the girl? You and the left envoy are stubborn Ling, knowing that you can't do it, you actually broke into the Ice Tomb Palace without authorization and received punishment."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged with several other elders, with their fingers together standing on their lips, meditating something silently, the eight people pointed at Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan with their fingers together, and they saw that their bodies were all out of thin air. A fire is born, the fire is like light and fire, flickering, the fire spreads on the body, there is bone-eroding pain, and it can burn people's souls away.

Both Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan frowned handsomely, and after a while, fine sweat broke out on their foreheads. Although the two resisted with their strength, their strength was still not equal to the century-old strength of the eight elders.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya looked at Xuanyuan Mochen worriedly. She had been tortured by the holy fire, and the bone-eating pain that seemed to burn her bones into ashes made her very uncomfortable.

Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan must not be able to bear it either.

She squinted her almond eyes slightly, stared at the eight elders with a piercing gaze, and said sharply, "Stop!"

After saying that, she jumped towards the eight elders, but was blocked by the white light gathered around them.

Then she flew towards Xuanyuan Mochen again, but was still blocked by the silver light.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya's apricot eyes narrowed into a line, the corners of her lips outlined a bewitching arc, and she said in a flat tone: "Stop, I promise to drink the holy water and marry An Ling Yifeng."

"Ya'er wants to marry me?" An Ling Yifeng's clear eyes stared closely at Feng Qianya. Although he has a pure heart and doesn't know what a bridal chamber is, he still knows what marriage means.

Xuanyuan Mochen narrowed his eyes when he heard Feng Qianya's words, knowing that she said this to prevent him from being punished, he stared at her sharply, "Ya'er, I don't allow you to marry anyone, you are my wife. Yes, always will be."

Feng Qianya squinted at Xuanyuan Mochen, looked down at the eight elders again, and said sharply: "I'll count to three, stop immediately, as long as you let the two of them go, I will be your saint, otherwise , He lives, he lives, he dies, you forced the saint to death, this is not a small crime."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qianya's palms gathered purple light, and she was about to strike at her own forehead.

When Xuanyuan Mochen saw this, his phoenix eyes stared at her with incomparable emotion, he lives and he dies, this is their promise to each other, life will live together, death will die together.

In this life, he has her by his side in this life and death, and he will die without regret.

The eight elders stopped when they heard Feng Qianya's words.

Seeing them stop, Feng Qianya immediately jumped in front of Xuanyuan Mochen. Seeing the back of his fair hand was burned red by the holy fire, her almond eyes flashed with distress.

(End of this chapter)