Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Feeling that Wanyan Xiarong's aura had weakened in the afternoon, Hong Ling shook her head in disappointment.

"It seems that's all you have. Okay, I won't play with you anymore."

As she spoke, Hong Ling's figure suddenly accelerated, and after easily dodging an attack from Wanyan Xiarong, she suddenly rushed to Wanyan Xiarong's side, and punched him in the stomach before Wanyan Xiarong could react.

"what!"

Hong Ling received a strong punch in the stomach, and Wanyan Xiarong screamed and flew backwards.

puff!

Hong Ling's strength was equivalent to the peak of Kong Ming Stage. Although she had spared her hand just now, Wanyan Xia Rong was still seriously injured by that punch.

Votting out a mouthful of blood again, Wanyan Xiarong's face instantly turned pale.

Now, in front of Hong Ling, he seemed to have become an ordinary person without any cultivation, unable to cause the slightest harm to Hong Ling.

Wanyan Xiarong got up from the ground and took a few breaths. He was about to speak, but at this moment, a red shadow flashed past.

With a scream, his body was knocked out by the red spirit again.

This was not over yet. After Hong Ling knocked Wanyan Xiarong away with one punch, she had no intention of stopping. Instead, she quickly rushed to Wanyan Xiarong. Before Wanyan Xiarong could react, she kicked Wanyan Xiarong on the arm. .

Click!

There was a sound of bones breaking, followed immediately by a shrill scream from Wanyan Xiarong's mouth.

When everyone heard Wanyan Xiarong's screams, they all shrank their necks and did not dare to look at Hong Ling, for fear that they would become Hong Ling's next target.

22 The prince looked at the scene in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Seeing Wanyan Xiarong's miserable condition, he knew that he had to take action, otherwise Wanyan Xiarong would really be crippled by the red spirit.

One of his confidants was already dead, and he didn't want to see Wanyan Xiarong being crippled again.

Otherwise, the advantage he had finally established would be completely lost.

"stop!"

22The prince gave a sharp shout.

In his opinion, although the woman in red in front of him was powerful, given his status, she would probably be a bit mean to him.

But what happened next made him completely dumbfounded.

Hong Ling did not look at him, but turned to look at Zhang Yifeng and asked: "Who is he? Is he your new friend?"

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Hong Ling nodded, ignored Prince 22, and continued to devote himself to the work of torturing Wanyan Xia Rong.

22 The prince's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that this pervertedly powerful woman in red would listen to Zhang Yifeng's words so much.

What made him even more depressed and wanted to vomit blood was that Zhang Yifeng just said that he didn't even know him!

Holding back the anger in his heart, Prince 22 took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Yifeng, let her stop!"

Looking at the angry Prince 22, Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said. "Hong Ling, as long as he doesn't die, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, he blinked at Prince 22 and said: "Your Highness, you'd better leave as soon as possible, otherwise, after Hong Ling finishes teaching Wan Yan Xia Rong a lesson, I can't guarantee whether she will take action against you."

After hearing what I, Zhang Yifeng, said, Prince 22’s expression changed.

Although he hid some methods, with the appearance of the red spirit, those methods of his were no longer of use.

Moreover, although his strength was stronger than Wanyan Xiarong, he was not much stronger. Seeing Wanyan Xiarong's body being tortured by the red spirit, he no longer had the courage to take action.

"He's right. If that crazy woman takes action, I may not be her opponent!"

Thinking of this, Prince 22 snorted coldly, without even looking at Yan Xiarong, but turned and left with a gloomy face.

Looking at the leaving figure of Prince 22, Zhang Yifeng felt a chill in his eyes.

There is a life-and-death hatred between him and Prince 22. If possible, he would like to let Hong Ling kill Prince 22 on the spot.

But he knew that although he wanted to kill Prince 22 very much in his heart, if he killed Prince 22 in front of everyone, the Dali Kingdom would definitely not let it go.

His current strength is not strong enough to ignore a kingdom.

22 He must kill the prince, but he cannot kill him openly.

In the next period of time, screams from Wanyan Xia Rong could be heard on the field.

A few more minutes passed, and Wanyan Xiarong's screams became smaller and smaller. Hong Ling didn't stop until Wanyan Xiarong completely passed out.

Seeing that Hong Ling no longer tortured Wanyan Xia Rong, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Hong Ling is beautiful, she is too violent, especially the scene where she abused Wanyan Xia Rong just now, which was seen in everyone's eyes and had a huge impact on their hearts.

Although the red spirit was not targeting them, they could still feel a hint of coldness.

"Even if you can't be a friend with this Yifeng, you definitely can't be an enemy. It's too scary!"

At this moment, almost everyone had such an idea in their minds.

But just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the scene that happened next made their hearts hanging again.

I saw Hong Ling grabbing Wanyan Xiarong's foot with one hand and dragging Wanyan Xiarong in front of Zhang Yifeng so casually.

"How about it, am I getting better and better?"

Hong Ling pointed at Wanyan Xia Rong, who was unconscious on the ground, and said with a proud look on her face.

When facing Zhang Yifeng, Hong Ling was not cold at all, as if she had changed from a high-ranking queen to a playful little loli.

"Great, great!"

After taking one look at Wanyan Xia Rong's miserable state, the corners of Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched unnaturally. Fortunately, Hong Ling was one of her own and not an enemy. Otherwise, if he were to become her enemy, one can imagine the outcome.

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's praise, Hong Ling's eyes suddenly showed a smile of joy, but then her face suddenly became bitter again.

Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Hong Ling glanced at Zhang Yifeng sheepishly and whispered, "I'm hungry."

hungry?

Zhang Yifeng suddenly realized.

Hong Ling is a spirit corpse. Her cultivation is different from that of human monks. She relies on sucking blood to replenish her energy. In the battle with Wanyan Xia Rong just now, Hong Ling must have lost a lot of physical strength. In addition, she has been sleeping these days. So you feel hungry.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng smiled, stretched out his arm, and handed it to Hong Ling's eyes.

"Suck it."

Hong Ling nodded without hesitation, a flash of red light appeared in her eyes, she held Zhang Yifeng's arm with both hands and started sucking.

Everyone looked at this scene with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Isn't this woman in red a member of Zhang Yifeng? Why is she still sucking Zhang Yifeng's blood?