Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

The light and the noise were surging. Rong Yunhe offered a defensive weapon to block it. Even so, it couldn't stop the powerful sword light. At the moment when his defensive weapon was dim, Li cangmin had already bullied himself. The ice sword crossed the icy shadow in the air, blocked his escape, and another sword pierced his chest.

The blood flow surged instantly.

Rong Yunhe spat out a mouthful of blood, reluctantly looked at Li cangmin and Murong Ling, threw out a flaming talisman and disappeared. At the same time, seeing that the situation was not good, the other elders in the hall rushed to help, and all kinds of FA Guang came. Li cangmin had to give up chasing, and Rong Yunhe began to defend. He took Murong Ling and put out his sword again, temporarily repelling the enemy.

Murong Ling said to him, "Cang min, let me out quickly."

Li cangmin nodded and yelled to a certain place, "Dahong."

The flame of Huolian soars into the sky, and Dahong flies from the potted plants, blocking the enemy who continues to approach. Li cangmin takes this opportunity to untie Murong Ling.

The only way to untie the rope for Murong Ling is to erase the mark of Rong Yunhe's divine sense. Rong Yunhe and Li cangmin were both monks of Yuanman in Zhuyuan period. They had a lot of divine knowledge. It was very difficult to erase the mark of his divine knowledge. Fortunately, he was seriously injured just now. Li cangmin's divine knowledge was better than him. It took about an hour to erase the original mark of his divine knowledge and let Murong out.

He gave the rope to Murong Ling, "take self-defense."

He didn't have time to say anything more, so he went to support Dahong.

The day before yesterday, Dahong was extracted from the source, and her strength declined sharply. So far, she has not been able to support her. With her strength, she could not resist the attack of more than a dozen monks of Zhuyuan, but Murong Ling's "soft tendon powder" in forgetting worry tea worked at first. In addition, she dropped the magic pill before. These monks of Zhuyuan's strength declined sharply, and now they just struggle to support it, The other low-level external disciples and clerks were already paralyzed and lost their fighting power.

At this moment, only the disciples of the inner gate, the elder of Zhuyuan period and the guards of the garrison can move in the huge square. As for Rong Yunhe, he is at the end of his life because of the sword from Li cangmin and the old wounds. When the elders come forward to help him, he runs away, and he doesn't know where to hide.

Just because he left doesn't mean it's over. Murong Ling put away the rope and began to cast. One after another, she sprinkled the seeds of the rattan. The original vitality she had absorbed in the Dharma array was used by her to promote the growth of the rattan. As a result, the rattan, which was as thick as a python, grew up and surrounded the huge square in an instant, as if it had made a huge cage.

These dense ghost thorn vines can not only smoke people with vines, but also grow flowers with bewitching effect. Because of sufficient original nourishment, the flowers on the vines exude a strong and bewitching aroma, which envelops the whole square. Once again, the monks in the palace of Albizia, who had been poisoned, suddenly slowed down their attack.

A group of people have become lambs to be slaughtered, while Li cangmin has become a swordsman who reaps his life. He kills one person in ten steps, but does not stay for thousands of miles. The death and injury of more than a dozen elders are more stubborn in the corner, trying to win back a game.

Baimei is one of them. It's just that she was hurt by Li cangmin's sword Qi. At this time, she was scared out of her wits and didn't dare to go up. Instead, she picked Murong Ling, who had only eight layers of refining yuan.

Murong Linggang offended his bodyguard before cutting her hand. At this time, she saw Baimei waving a whip to her, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her face. The wood spirit whip in her hand didn't hesitate to whip up, and the two people's whip wound up.

Baimei wants to take the whip back, but nothing happens. Then she finds that Murong Ling's whip has grown strong vines. It's like a snake climbing with her whip. It twines her arm in an instant. It's cold and slippery. It's really frightening like a snake.

However, this is just the beginning. At the first time when the vine entangles Baimei, Murong Ling starts her swallowing skill. She only listens to the scream of the other party, and a steady stream of original vitality comes from the vine. The original vitality of the friars of the Hehuan palace is full of complicated colors. I don't know how many people have absorbed their essence, so they have today's flavor.

Murong Ling quickly sealed the original vitality of her body. If she absorbed it, she would become evil. Even so, because of too many complex original vitality, her breath became strange. It was no longer as clear and pure as before, as if she was an evil cultivator.

That's the drawback of swallowing skills.

However, this is not the time to discuss this issue. After swallowing the magic power, Baimei shakes away the vines around her neck. Even so, her temples are still white because of the rapid passing of life. Her face, which was originally tender and lovely, has wrinkles, and she is more than ten years old in an instant."Ah, my face!"

Bai Mei felt the wrinkles on her face and saw the withered skin on her hand. She suddenly went crazy. She turned red with anger and said to Murong Ling, "bitch! I'll kill you

Murong Ling was not afraid. She didn't retreat, but advanced. She took the initiative to beat her with a whip. She could deal with this person when she was hiding her strength in Zichen palace before, not to mention that she was poisoned now, and her strength was greatly reduced.

Unintentionally, the wooden whip fell on Baimei precisely. She gave a cry and hit Baimei with a magic weapon. Murong Ling made a move. The twinkling ghost rattan in the square quickly built a wooden wall in front of her. After blocking Baimei's attack, she directed the ghost rattan to bind Baimei.

The thick rattan like a boa constrictor entangles people tightly. The sharp rattan stabs her body, and Bai Mei's face turns pale. Murong Ling flies forward at this time, summoning a dagger to wipe her neck. At the moment, her blood splashes, screams and screams. At the next moment, Murong Ling stops silent.

The ghost thorn rattan looses its binding, and Baimei's corpse collapses suddenly. Murong Ling's eyes are cold, and she doesn't even give Yu Guang. Instead, she continues to swim in the crowd with a wooden whip, harvesting one life after another. Her gorgeous face is splashed with bright red blood, which is cruel and cold.

Together with Li cangmin, she was invincible and soon became a river of blood, lying on the ground. Finally, the monks in the palace of joy were afraid, and the only remaining elder was pale and scared