The Dragon from Hell

Liu Qin was furious at this moment, and turned to look at Qin Feng: "You just said that this guy used the fireball technique to attract the hellfire and then burned the fire tree, right?"

Nan Hexuan was still in a daze, he didn't know how to answer this question.

But Liu Qin flashed and was already in front of Qin Feng.

At this time, Qin Feng blocked his five senses and was adjusting his breath to repair himself. He was completely immersed in self-consciousness and didn't notice the danger at all. Even when Liu Qin grabbed his neck and lifted him up, he didn't react at all.

"Elder!"

Seeing Liu Qin like this, Dong Gongya immediately shouted: "What are you doing?"

She originally thought that Liu Qin's arrival meant that they were completely safe. After finding the whereabouts of the demon baby, they should immediately return to the sect to heal them, or immediately find the missing Xing Junming.

She didn't expect Liu Qin to have no intention of leaving at all. Instead, he looked very angry, as if he wanted to kill Qin Feng.

"Asshole, asshole!" Liuqin pinched Qin Feng tightly, her eyes red: "Do you know that the fire wood is rare in ten thousand years? As long as I have the fire wood, I can break through the Nascent Soul stage? You dare to destroy it, how dare you!"

"Elder!" Donggong Ya thought that Liuqin thought Qin Feng deliberately destroyed the fire wood, and hurriedly helped to explain: "The situation was urgent at the time, and Qin Feng did it to give us a chance to escape. Yes, he definitely didn't mean it!"

"You want to escape, so you destroy my fire wood?" Liuqin was so angry that he couldn't listen to anything else: "You can die if you want, but if you destroy my fire wood, I will make him doomed!"

Donggong Ya and Nan Hexuan were dumbfounded. They wanted to get up and help Qin Feng as soon as possible, but both of them had different degrees of injuries. Before they could stand up, they were knocked out by Liuqin's glare, and they both spit out blood at the same time.

Liuqin stared at them fiercely: "You should be thankful for your noble birth, otherwise you will be the first to die!"

Seeing this, Sang Cancan was very proud, and even secretly excited. He couldn't help but pull Fengxing: "Look, senior brother, that kid finally got a lesson! How can a mortal bone be compared with the Huoqimu that only appears once in a thousand years? If he dares to destroy Huoqimu, then he will have only one way to die, he really deserves it!"

Fengxing stood there in silence.

He watched Liuqin pinch Qin Feng's action. Logically, he should stand up and do something at this time.

After all, in his heart, no matter how precious Huoqimu is, it is dead. How can it be compared with a human life?

But looking at Qin Feng, he recalled Nan Hexuan's words just now: Qin Feng defeated Lizhi, rescued others, and even found the demon baby.

You know, that is the demon queen Lizhi!

Even Liuqin would retreat when he saw it, how could he be defeated by Qin Feng?

Even with the help of the power of the Firewood, and the right time, right place, and right people, if Li Zhi died at the hands of a mortal bone, if such news spread, how would the disciples of the immortal gate with spiritual bones deal with it?

Feng Xing was struggling in his subconscious mind. On one hand, he felt that he should go up to stop Liu Qin, but on the other hand, he felt that he couldn't go.

Feng Xing, you can't go.

Let this mortal die.

Mortals shouldn't have cultivated immortals. It was his fault to enter the immortal gate. After entering the immortal gate, he embarrassed the immortal gate several times. This is his sin!

He should be allowed to die like this. As long as he dies, no mortal bone will attempt to usurp the authority of the immortal gate in the future, and no one will dare to challenge the authority of the immortal gate!

Yes, he deserves to die!

How can a mortal bone be compared with the treasure of the immortal gate, the Firewood?

Feng Xing didn't say anything about Sang Cancan, and stood there struggling with himself.

He didn't know when he became like this, but he felt that since Qin Feng appeared, the gap between the immortal gate and the mortal bone in his heart had been overturned.

If mortal bones can also cultivate immortality, then what is the point of everything he insisted on in the past? Then what is the death of that person?

He clenched his fists and lowered his eyes to prevent people from seeing the hostility in his eyes.

No one knows how dark the thoughts of the exiled immortal disciple who used to be aloof from the world are at this moment.

None of them in Fengxing Mountain made a move, but suddenly a long sword flew out from the side and headed straight for Liuqin.

Liuqin saw it with his peripheral vision, just snorted coldly, and freed up a hand to grab the sword in the air.

The sword fell to the ground before it entered Liuqin's range. If it was an ordinary long sword, I'm afraid it would have broken now.

Liuqin looked at the source of the long sword and met Zhong Mengran's cold eyes: "Let him go."

Seeing Zhong Mengran's look, DongGong Ya and the others were stunned.

Zhong Mengran was a celebrity in Wuxiang Sect. She used to look innocent and pure, and was very popular among male cultivators.

Many female cultivators in the sect were talking behind her back, saying that Zhong Mengran was a dodder who could only rely on her innocent and harmless appearance to confuse male cultivators and depend on others.

But Zhong Mengran now was completely different from her past appearance.

She waved her hand, and the sword that had just fallen to the ground returned to her hand. Her beautiful face was full of coldness, and her lively eyes sank, and she was full of murderous intent.

They had never seen Zhong Mengran like this. Was she still the dodder that others talked about?

However, when Liuqin saw Zhong Mengran's true face, she was not surprised at all, but just snorted coldly: "Haha, you little bitch also showed your true face? I thought you could pretend forever."

She glanced at Qin Feng, who had been pinched to the point of purple, and looked at Zhong Mengran again: "Why, is this mortal boy your lover?"

"Haha, as expected, a bastard is a bastard. I said you were born in a humble family, and your vision is so mean."

"You are obviously a disciple of the immortal sect, but you fell in love with a humble mortal with mortal bones. Only a son of a prostitute like you can do this!"

Liuqin's words were impolite, and her tone was full of contempt and disdain. No one would have thought that she, the wife of the immortal sect master, could say such unbearable words.

Zhong Mengran's face was not embarrassed at all when her origin was exposed in public. She looked at Liuqin coldly with a sword in hand and said word by word: "He did nothing wrong. Even though I don't know him, if you want to kill him, I will stop you."

Zhong Mengran's words were very stubborn, as if she was showing off her temper, which made Liuqin laugh: "Haha, you want to stop it? Just you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a steady male voice sounded: "What about me?"