Chapter 557

Leng Qingwan took a deep look at liuse's miserable appearance. Qingao's face, showing a happy smile. Turn around and leave. But I didn't expect that just after two steps, I heard a rustling voice from behind, "if I say, this news is about the master of music?" Leng Qingwan's step suddenly stops, turns around and stares at her“ What do you mean by that? Do you know where the heirs of the divine musician are? No... is it true that the heirs of the divine musician have appeared? " This time, the role changes. The proud smile changed to appear on liuse's face, "Leng Qingwan, don't waste your efforts. I won't tell you the news. I only have one or two hours to live. You'd better call master right away. Otherwise, I don't guarantee that the news about the master will disappear with my death. "“ You should know better than anyone, how terrible it will be if the divine musicians give them room to grow up, and how much threat it will pose to our Tianyi gate! " Leng Qingwan grits her teeth, and suddenly a white silk appears in the air, waving it to the altar. When the white silk roared through the boundary of the altar, it suddenly turned from soft and harmless to hard as iron. Hard on the spirit of liuse“ Ah --! " A shrill scream came from liuse's mouth. In the altar, I saw liuse's figure rolling in confusion and wailing. It took a few breath for the pain to stop. Leng Qingwan took back Bai Ling and said with a sneer, "you'd better tell me the whereabouts of the master. Otherwise, don't blame me for pulling you out of your wits." Although liuse was the body of spirit at this time, her ugly face was twisted into a ball by the severe pain. Snot and tears streamed across his face, looking horrible and disgusting. At the thought of the pain of the whipping of her spirit, her body was shaking uncontrollably. However, at the sight of the cold face. The hatred in liuse's heart overcame his fear of pain: "hahaha... Leng... Leng Qingwan, if you have the ability, you will kill me... But if you kill me and lose the news of the master, do you think the master will let you go?" A touch of anger and hatred flashed across Leng Qingwan's face, and Bai Ling was about to lift it up. Suddenly, a cold female voice seemed to come from the horizon, "Qingwan, stop!" Voice is not down, a snow-white veiled figure, has been like lightning from far to near, cold and elegant face changed, the hands of white Ling reluctantly put down. But liuse, who was in the border of the altar, had already rushed to him crying, "master! Master! Master, help me... I don't want to die! Master White figure fell on the ground, with a burst of cool fragrance and misty fairy. It is Leng Yuexia, the leader of Tianyi sect. When the disciples of Tianyi sect around the altar saw her, they immediately knelt down respectfully, "see the sect leader!" Leng Yuexia waved her hand and motioned them all to pass. Soon, around the altar, there was only the cold moon, the cold and the willow. Leng Yuexia's eyes swept over Leng Qingwan's face in displeasure, and finally fell on Liu se. She frowned slightly. "Do you think the heirs of the divine musician really appear?"“ Yes, master! Is it true that I saw it with my own eyes A cold light flashed in Leng Yuexia's eyes. Then she said in a deep voice, "where did you see it? What level has she reached? "