Evil Phoenix

Chapter 655 Poor man, why isn't he
A sharp purple light flashed across the disdainful eyes, and the fierce magic power went towards Bai Luoge, facing the Holy Spirit Fire emitted by Bai Luoge, it pierced through the ice flames, and moved towards Bai Luoge with a howling evil spirit. Bai Luoge left...

"Luoge..." Ling Liche rushed to Bai Luoge immediately.

"Woman..." Feng Nanjin, who was only one step behind Ling Liche, stood in front of Ling Liche.

"Pfft..." The bloodstains flying all over the sky like cherry blossoms were shocking, and Pei Chenxian's figure slowly fell to the ground following the moves of the gods and demons.

Qingli's face was full of gratified smiles, luckily he caught up.

"Xian'er..." Feng Nanjin turned around and saw Pei Chenxian standing in front of him, his whole body was like a heart that had been hit, and his paralyzed brain didn't know how to function.

Looking at the instantly drifting figure, the amber demon eyes flashed unprecedented panic, the stagnant breathing gripped his heart, he opened his mouth and moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

He grabbed Pei Chenxian's falling figure and landed on the side of the pool of blood.

Pei Chenxian, who was leaning against his chest, was still vomiting blood, and the unstoppable flow seemed to drain all the blood in his slender body.

"Xian'er, it's okay, with brother Jinxuan here, I'll be fine in a while..."

Feng Nanjin's voice was in a trance that he didn't realize, and he didn't know whether the repeated words were comforting Pei Chenxian or himself.

The hand that wanted to take Pei Chen's pulse was inadvertently separated by her.

"Xian'er is fine, go and save her..." Pei Chenxian weakly grasped Feng Nanjin's hand, and pointed at Bai Luoge who was still under the attack of gods and demons.

As if irritated by the Holy Spirit Fire from Bai Luoge, Wuhua's original calmness and dignity became extremely violent at this moment.

The original simple and shallow moves have evolved to the present, and the spirit and soul of the moves have been completely destroyed. Under his fierce attack, Ling Liche can only be beaten.

And Bai Luoge's holy spirit fire can always be swung away when it gets close to the gods and demons, and it has no effect at all...

In addition, due to Xuan'er being imprisoned by Wuhua, Ling Liche and Bai Luoge were always cautious about making moves. If this continues, both of them may be in danger.

He had to find a way to take Xuan'er away from the gods and demons, so that they could have a chance to fight with all their might.

"Boom..." A huge purple ball of light escaped from Wuhua's hands, but instead of hitting Bai Luoge and Ling Liche, it threw it towards the sky.

The magic ball that exploded in mid-air as the protective cover burst flew across the continent, and there were bursts of mournful wailing, as if groaning from the endless purgatory.

Wuhua's eyes were already blood-red at this moment, and the wave of demon charm and blood hatred made him hideous.

This is the God and Demon Wuhua ten thousand years later, the vengeful demon that has brewed ten thousand years of hatred.

What he wants is definitely not to kill Ling Liche and Bai Luoge, what he wants is for everyone to pay homage to his dead love, to pay homage to his unfulfilled sincerity...

Wuhua spends his whole life in love, but finally dies under Bing Xin's hands. Why is he not a poor person...

Seeing the thoughts of the gods and demons, as well as Ling Liche and Bai Luoge who were defeated with their hands and feet bound, Feng Nanjin was eager but never moved.

The blood on the body of the person in his arms oozes continuously, without stopping...

"Go quickly... I'm really fine, no, don't let yourself regret, go!" Pushing Feng Nanjin who was hugging him, Pei Chenxian spread a reassuring smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)