Feng Linghua looked at the scene in disbelief.


    Ji Wanqing is an evil idea comparable to the ninth floor of Yuanying period, but now he is trapped by this group of guys who have the most strength and are also the ninth floor of Dan period. How can this be possible?


    No way!


    I can''t let them die in vain!!


    Feng Linghua''s eyes, flashing with crazy color, and then forced to hold up, staring at that small figure.


    "Die for me." Her figure move, fight a fierce force, toward Luo Xiaoman attack past.


    At this time, Mo yuan, who had been guarding Luo Xiaoman''s side, flashed in front of Feng Linghua, and then flew back with a fist.


    Poof!


    A mouthful of blood.


    Feng Linghua fell on the ground, dishevelled, like a madman.


    "I''m not reconciled, I''m not reconciled!! You monster, you killed them. "


    "Roar!" Ji Wanqing is also angry, issued a shrill roar, crazy struggle.


    Her momentum is more and more fierce, seems to be affected by Feng Linghua''s resentment, more manic.


    "No, we can''t hold it down!" Luomu mountain was dignified and called out to Luo Xiaoman: "little ancestor, what bad ideas do you have? Come out quickly."


    "OK!" Luo Xiaoman''s figure moved and quickly rushed up.


    She raised her hand and held the pestle which was inserted in Ji Wanqing''s chest. Her eyes were deep and she pulled it out.


    "Oh, you can''t pull it out." Feng Linghua stares at Luo Xiaoman in a ferocious way and says with a mockery, "this is a magic subduing pestle, once..."


    "Once the seal is released, it will merge with the evil spirit and it is difficult to pull it out, right?" Luo Xiaoman''s eyes were deep, and his mouth was saying, "you can subdue demons, but you can also be possessed by demons. This is what you call the right way?"


    "You, how do you know the secret of the pestle?" Feng Linghua widens her eyes and looks at Luo Xiaoman in disbelief.


    Luo Xiaoman slanted his eyes and said faintly, "I not only know the secret, but also know how to use the magic pestle."


    All of a sudden, a force of Yuan surged out. With the incantation in Luo Xiaoman''s mouth, the demon subduing pestle suddenly burst out a powerful force, which actually absorbed Ji Wanqing''s resentment in reverse.


    "No, it can''t be! How can you know how to use the pestle when you are only six years old? " Feng Linghua shook her head again and again, unable to believe the fact in front of her.


    However, the devil subduing pestle is really absorbing Ji Wanqing''s resentment.


    As the resentment is absorbed, her strength is also weakening.


    "Get out of here!" Luo Xiaoman murmured and jerked hard.


    With a bang, the pestle was pulled out.


    Ji Wanqing, who was struggling, shivered as if she had lost her support and fell heavily on the ground.


    Luo Xiaoman took the pestle and turned to look at the Phoenix Linghua.


    "You made this pestle not only to suppress evil spirit, but also to absorb evil spirit to improve yourself."


    Her eyes light a Lin, disdainful way: "do you think Xuanzong has only one Xuan old?"


    "Nonsense!" Feng Linghua trembled and refuted: "we Xuanzong is one of the ten major gates, which is respected by the world."


    "Ha ha." Luo Xiaoman laughed, and his eyes were filled with hatred. "But in my eyes, you righteous people are not as good as the twelve palaces of evil spirits."


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