Chapter 661

The shock caused by the broken space is huge. Because Murong Ling is closely protected by Li cangmin, her injury is not serious. She is just tired of using the power of swallowing. With the growth of cultivation and the benefits of breaking the array for several days, her divine consciousness is now the strength of the later period of the Dan Yuan Dynasty. She didn't faint as she did last time, and she can hold on after eating a few Runshen pills.

But Li cangmin was different. He and Qing Ao had already lost their power after the war. They were besieged by the mountains and rivers, and tried hard to block the attack. They had already been scarred. At this time, they suffered most of the shock brought by the broken space. It's not too much to say that they were a bloody man.

Murong Ling didn't care whether their blood could break the seal. When she saw Li cangmin's bloody back, she couldn't hold back her tears. She choked and accused him, "you are always so stupid. You should take good care of your body and refuse to listen to me, aren't you?"

Li cangmin was already in a semi coma. He barely opened his eyes when he heard Murong Ling's voice. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears. "Don't cry, I said, you will never be hurt again."

Murong Ling's throat seems to be blocked by a piece of cork, which is very uncomfortable. At this time, Xiaohuo and Dahong fly to them one after another. Dahong completely forgives Li cangmin for abandoning his master's son. She resolutely pulls out a lotus flower and puts it into Li cangmin's mouth, saying, "you eat it, Taoist friend, At the beginning, the master also ate my lotus petals to get better. "

Small fire is also in a side urgently help a cavity, "yes yes, big red is very fierce, Li Dao you eat quickly."

Li cangmin didn't let them down. He ate the lotus petals with great effort, and the wound really improved. At this time, Murong Ling was also healing for him. He not only performed rejuvenation, but also put his hand on his meridians, and began to convey the original vitality.

Li cangmin was suddenly surprised, but he did not dare to interrupt Murong Ling's action. He just cried anxiously, "ling'er, stop!"

Murongling didn't stop. With her power of growth, the source moved slowly from Li cangmin's internal meridians, repairing one internal injury after another. Bingyuanli in the meridians habitually fused with muyuanli, and finally injected into the Dantian, and the exhausted Dantian began to fill.

Li cangmin's face glowed with anger, but he didn't care that he would bite back. He forced himself to break away from Murong Ling and looked at Murong Ling unhappily. "I don't need your origin."

Murong Ling pursed her lips. "It's not mine. It's the origin of the plants just extracted from the grassland."

Li cangmin hummed coldly, "you and I have been practicing for so long, can't I recognize the difference between your origin and the body of vegetation?"

Murong Ling never spoke again.

Li cangmin still wanted to teach Murong Ling a lesson. At this moment, a strong wind came from behind. He looked awe inspiring and stabbed the cold ice sword with his backhand. He didn't turn around until he heard a shrill scream. A woman in a white dress fell to the ground, and the cold ice sword that Li cangmin stabbed was on her chest.

The woman who attacked was Gu Qinwan, the great disciple of yuwenjin.

The red blood flowed out from her chest. Gu Qinwan, who was hurt to the core, was dying, but the hatred in her eyes could not be concealed. She said with hatred, "you... Hurt my master... I... I will never let you go as a ghost!"

She thought that Li cangmin and murongling were seriously injured and could take advantage of others' danger to kill them for revenge. But she didn't expect that stealing chicken would not erode rice and eventually lost her life.

Although he is infatuated, Murong Ling has always been disgusted with Yu Wenjin's master and disciples. If she hadn't healed Li cangmin just now, he would have been hurt even more.

At this time, listening to her cruel words, a fierce color flashed in her eyes. The ghost thorn vine wrapped around her hand and neck was immediately waved out by her, "since you want to be a ghost, I'll give you a ride!"

Gu Qinwan's power of swallowing is drawn from her body. She is transformed from a young girl into a woman with rich hair, and finally into a corpse.

The ghost thorn vine belched a lot and said, "delicious, master, let's eat more."

Murong Ling doesn't object. She looks at TIANYIZONG people coldly and seems to be considering whether to attack them or not.

In order to deal with Murong Ling and Li cangmin, Yu Wenjin recklessly outputs Yuanli. After being chopped by Murong Ling's Yuanyuan lightsaber, he vomites blood and falls into a coma. At this time, he lies on the ground and does not know his life or death. There were only a few people around him. He didn't bring many people with him. There were only four monks in Zhuyuan. The others were a group of minions in the yuan refining period. They had been smashed by the collapsing Xuanshui before, and there were few sober at this time due to the impact of the upper space shock.

The monks of Zhuyuan noticed Murong Ling's sight and immediately stepped back in fear. However, thinking that their husband and wife had been injured, they immediately stood up and said, "Murong Ling, what's the difference between you and evil cultivation? For the sake of your first offense, if you can stop, we can let bygones be bygones. "Sure enough, he is the elder of TIANYIZONG. Even if he was reduced to such a field, he still spoke in a high voice. Of course, they think that the most important reason is that Murong Ling can't help her now.

Murong Ling sneered, "it's just a few monks of Zhuyuan. Even if I'm injured, it's not a problem to solve you."

The pupils of the monks of Zhuyuan shrank, and fear flashed in their eyes. It was obvious that they remembered Murong Ling's great reputation before. They had never seen Murong Ling's strength with their own eyes, but they thought it was exaggeration. Only then did they see the grass withering in an instant, and the condensed origin turned into a magic weapon for the great sword to chop the Lord's life, Murong Ling's strength and reputation are worthy of the name.

Looking at the fallen patriarch, they began to believe that Murong Ling might really be able to kill them.

So they no longer have the confidence of accountability, with a trembling voice said, "what do you want?"

The seal's runes are still flowing, and the surging breath is restless. Qing Ao is staring at the seal's movement, and has no mind to pay attention to it. But if the seal is broken or there is no movement, the trouble will come again.

Murong Ling didn't want TIANYIZONG to stay and help Qingao. She couldn't solve the problem, so she said with a cold face, "go away!"

Several people's faces suddenly look ugly, Murong lingcai no matter they have glass heart or not, continue to add a sentence, "you invade Dazhou, you leave now, I can let bygones be bygones, if you continue to stay, don't blame me mercilessly."

The ghost thorn vine also yells, "yes! If you don't leave, I'll suck up all your sources, and leave the corpses as fertilizer! "

Several monks of Zhuyuan suddenly looked ugly, and their hearts were retreating. However, when they saw the huge green dragon not far away, they were hesitant and greedy. It was obvious that they had never forgotten the precious materials and the best skills that Qing Ao had promised before. It's true. At the beginning, they were all able to fight for Murong Ling. At this time, they had a chance at hand. How could they give up.

Murong Ling's face sank in an instant, summoned a small fire in her hand, and her face was frosty. "It seems that you are toasting instead of drinking!"

This blue flame is the magic weapon of Murong Ling's fame. At the beginning, she killed a monk Zhuyuan and a spirit boat with this green lotus's heart fire. The monks retreated. However, Lu Yiyao came out from Yu Wenjin and stood in front of the monks fearlessly. Her face was gloomy and violent. She urged, "elders, don't worry, Murong Ling is now at the end of the storm. As long as we go together, the inheritance she gets from the secret place is ours! "

She has always been wise to protect herself. Even if yu Wenjin is injured, she is not sad, and she will not go forward to revenge like Gu Qinwan. At this time, when she sees her companion's intention to retreat, she stands up and gives orders. Obviously, she is not willing to let Murong Ling and Li cangmin go.

The Revenge of breaking one's hand!

Lu Yiyao noticed the hesitation of several monks of Zhuyuan. His eyes flashed with contempt and impatience, but he said patiently, "although her Qinglian heart fire is terrible, its attack range is limited. I can attract the fire of heart fire. You are responsible for attacking them." After a pause, she said again, "no matter how bad it is, we can still ask that elder Qinglong to help."

These Zhuyuan friars were finally convinced by Lu Yiyao. Thinking of Lu Yiyao's magic weapon and her uncanny body method, they didn't hesitate to follow her and attack Li cangmin and Murong!

"Don't move. I can fix it."

Murong Ling held down Li cangmin, who was about to draw his sword, and threw the killing array directly. The friars of Zhuyuan were not as flexible as Lu Yiyao. She fell into the array in an instant. Dahong said, "master, I'll go in and teach them a lesson for you!"

Murong Ling didn't object. She threw the array card to him to avoid the damage of the array. At the same time, she used it with all her heart. The ghost stabbing vine in her hand immediately drew towards a dark shadow!

Lu Yiyao's body method has made great progress, and only a remnant is left. Now Murong Ling's strength is greatly reduced, and her consciousness is insufficient. It's really difficult to catch her trace, and she nearly hurt her several times.

The wave from the seal is more and more intense. Murong Ling doesn't want to spend any more time with her. She flies on the jade flute with Li cangmin. The little fire in her hand is thrown down by her. Qinglian's heart fire meets the withered grass, and her Kung Fu is like a prairie fire.

The fire is raging and spreading. Murong Ling looks at the flashing black clothes, and a sense of obliteration flashed in her eyes.

This time, look where you're going!