The mighty princess: take down the black belly prince

Chapter 154 Fighting monsters in Ten Thousand Beast Mountain ([-])
After flying for a while, she stood on a branch of a big tree, looked at the monsters on the ground looking up at her and salivating at her, and slightly pursed her thin lips.

The sword in her hand swung vigorously, and the monsters scattered a few steps in a flash of white light, and she stood on the ground as lightly as a fallen leaf.

As soon as she landed, those monsters couldn't wait to use their skills to attack Bai Ling'er.

To deal with these intermediate monsters, Bai Ling'er has already reached the point of proficiency.

The fairy sword in her hand swung along with the movements, and every ray of white light was enough to kill this monster.

The more she kills, the happier she is. Although she is kind-hearted, she will never show mercy to these monsters. If these monsters are not killed at the middle and upper levels, they may come out to harm other groups when they reach the top level.

Only top-level monsters can fully burst out the bestiality, and it will be very difficult to deal with.

However, if such a top-level monster is capable of defeating one, it will be worth a thousand times that of those mid-level monsters.

Bai Ling'er has never met any of them in all these years.

She only heard from her master that when her master was young, there used to be a big centipede monster in Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain that survived to the top and went down the mountain to kill many creatures.

Finally, they attacked Lingyun Mountain. The master said that at that time, the master and the head of Ziyun Mountain defeated the mutant centipede.

Finally, the mid-level monsters around her had been taken away by her Spiritual Immortal Sword. She jumped onto the tree branch just now and looked around.

Still didn't see Feng Lingye's figure, and sat down on the branch frowning. Although it didn't take much spiritual power to deal with these monsters just now, it did take a lot of strength, and he needed to rest.

Leaning against the tree, the sun in the west has already set halfway. The setting sun on Wanshou Mountain is the most beautiful, it is that kind of pure rosy red, as if casting a layer of dazzling golden light on these verdant trees.

She rested for a while and still didn't feel Feng Lingye's position, if he was in this forest, she should be able to feel it.

Bai Ling'er thought in her heart, didn't elder brother Ling come in just now?Thinking of this, she got up and flew out of the forest.

When he arrived at Linzikou, he saw Feng Lingye, who was already covered in injuries, was fighting with an oversized green feather chicken. His clothes were originally red, but now they were soaked in blood and stuck to his body.

Bai Ling'er yelled "Brother Ling"

Immediately afterwards, she quickly drew out the Immortal Spirit Sword and stabbed at the Jade Feather Chicken. She raised all the spiritual energy in her body and concentrated it on the Immortal Immortal Sword.

Every time the sword is swung, there are countless white lights, like countless swords, attacking the Jade Chicken.

The Jade Feather Chicken waved its huge wings and shook its huge body, always able to avoid Bai Linger's sword energy.

"Ling'er, go away!" Feng Lingye, who was seriously injured, yelled at Bai Ling'er.

The Biyu Chicken did not give up attacking Feng Lingye because of Bai Linger's attack, and continued to use its sharp beak to peck Feng Lingye.

Bai Ling'er tiptoed lightly into the air, retracted the spirit sword and opened her arms, the surroundings were instantly enveloped in white light, and some flowers that were enveloped slowly wilted.

Seeing this, Feng Lingye shouted in horror, "Ling'er, stop quickly, you don't have the real spiritual power of a Linger, you are in danger like this"

"Brother Ling, hurry up!" Bai Ling'er still didn't intend to stop.

Feng Lingye took out the jade flute, and a burst of flower fragrance wafted thousands of miles away, and a rain of petals began to fall around, and the formation of the petals was determined by the speed of the flute.

Soon the green feather chicken was covered with petals, and it began to lose its direction.

(End of this chapter)