The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Bo Zili and Song Nanzhu wanted to help immediately, but were stopped by Meng Xingluan.

"Just stand there and don't move. Protect yourselves."

The two of them don't have much practical experience.

Coming over hastily will not only not be of much help, but will also hinder her.

The legs they had just taken were forced to retract because of these words.

Song Nanzhu: "Second Senior Brother, don't hold Senior Sister back. I'm here to watch you."

Bo Zili: "...can you please stop taking it off yourself?"

In terms of strength, he is still stronger than his junior brother Song Nanzhu.

He didn't feel any offense to what Meng Xingluan said, but he didn't like hearing what Song Nanzhu said.

If someone who didn't know heard this, wouldn't they think that he was the weakling?

Bo Zili looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was already thinking about how to crush Song Nanzhu to death.

Junior brother is just not as good as junior sister.

It's a pity that the master, Taoist Master Qingxu, has never received a female disciple except Meng Xingluan.

The quarrel between the two was just a small episode, and Meng Xingluan's attention was quickly attracted.

Meng Xingluan fought one against two.

Shen Que stood not far behind her, holding the struggling Qin Keer with disgust with one hand.

"Shen Muyan! Have you forgotten what you want? Let me go!"

Qin Keer struggled hard, but how could she match the strength of an adult man?

Shen Que glanced at the woman in disgust.

"Shut up!"

The impatient tone ignited Qin Keer's firecracker.

She used her hands and feet to pull Shen Que, but when her nails accidentally caught the man's handsome side face, she felt a pain in her neck, followed by a feeling of dizziness, and finally she fainted completely as soon as she closed her eyes.

Shen Que let go of her hand in disgust, rubbed the scratched side of his face with the back of one hand, and then set his eyes on Meng Xingluan.

He wanted to go over and help.

But Meng Xingluan stopped Shen Que just like he stopped Song Nanzhu and the others.

"Don't come here either."

The cold tone made Shen Que feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

He clenched his fists and chose to obey after much hesitation.

Zhu Xie Sword was fighting with Heiwu's other half, while Meng Xingluan faced Shu Liang and Heiwu's remaining other half with his bare hands.

The air seemed to freeze.

The light above his head flickered and then went out completely in less than three seconds.

The surroundings instantly fell into chaotic darkness.

Everything he saw was pitch black, and his senses became more acute. Meng Xingluan half-squinted his eyes and listened to the movements around him.

Thin footsteps came around behind her.

When a sharp wind of palm struck her shoulder, Meng Xingluan quickly turned sideways and his arm passed her. The moment it was completely straightened, Meng Xingluan had already grabbed Shu Liang's wrist.

Then another hand grabbed his shoulder, and with a little force, you could clearly hear the sound of fractures.

The next second, a scream from Shu Liang pierced the strange night.

Meng Xingluan wanted to continue taking action, but the black mist suddenly swept towards her.

A strong rancid smell enveloped the woman's entire figure, and Meng Xingluan was forced to give up Shu Liang temporarily.

She held her breath and concentrated, her narrow eyes flashing with strong murderous intent.

The coldness spreads upward from the soles of the feet, and it's a familiar feeling again.

The screams kept ringing in her ears, trying to break through Meng Xingluan's mental defense.

After learning the lesson from the last time, Meng Xingluan was obviously on guard.

Apart from the headache, it did not affect any of her sanity.

"Tsk."

For a moment, the woman clicked her tongue in displeasure.

Then he took out the dark green jade pendant from the cross-body bag.

Unlocking the seal covering it, another breath different from the black mist swept in.

It was this breath that diluted the suffocating rancid smell.

Black mist began to feel fearful.

Meng Xingluan could clearly feel the subtle changes in the black mist. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she stepped back to recall the Evil Killing Sword.

The other half of Black Mist returns.

The two breaths collided in the air, and Shu Liang also retreated behind the black mist.

He endured the pain and put his broken arm back together. His whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the moisture on his forehead stuck to his forehead. His eyes were as vicious as if he wanted to eat Meng Xingluan.

Even if he couldn't see it, Meng Xingluan could still imagine the ferocious and twisted expression.

"Shu Liang."

Meng Xingluan calmly called out the man's name.

And he raised his sword and approached him step by step.

Kurogiri and Shuliang became alert at the same time.

The next second, the tip of the sword was at the man's throat.

Shu Liang's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he held his breath, not even daring to take a breath.

Meng Xingluan...

Too strong!

But so what? He also has a trump card!

Shu Liang looked at Heiwu, as if he had a spiritual connection. Heiwu instantly understood the other party's intention.

In an instant, the black mist dispersed and quickly hovered around the woman. A sinister wind swept through her, and Meng Xingluan was forced to raise her elbow to block her eyes.

The beautiful eyes were half-closed.

Meng Xingluan only put down his hand when the dark wind became smaller.

When he saw what was floating in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted for a moment.

"master?"

The black mist in front of him dispersed, revealing a familiar figure in the middle. Meng Xingluan clenched his fists and recalled the Evil Killing Sword.

Behind him were three different voices shouting.

"master!"

Taoist Master Qingxu was floating in the air in a transparent state. He seemed to be bound by something, and his eyes were empty.

Shu Liang next to him sneered.

"Haha, Meng Xingluan, you forced me to do this. Originally, I didn't want to use Qingxu as a bargaining chip to blackmail you. You asked for it! Meng Xingluan, you are a disaster! You are trying to prevent my son from becoming a god. You deserve to die!"

Shu Liang roared.

"Oh no, you shouldn't be alive in the first place! The sins you did in your previous life deserve to stay in the eighteenth level of hell forever!"

Meng Xingluan only caught what she wanted to say.

She raised her eyelids expressionlessly and clenched the hilt of the Evil Killing Sword with her right hand.

"Becoming a god? What god? A fetal god?"

At the end, he laughed quietly, with a sense of ridicule.

The woman's three junior brothers each scolded Shu Liang.

"Shu Liang! You thief! Why do you say that to my senior sister? Did you go to the toilet to eat today? Disgusting! Do you believe I slapped your big mouth?"

"Your son is seeking his own death. What does it have to do with my senior sister?"

"Sister, whatever you do is right, Shu Liang, you are the one who deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

After hearing these words, Shu Liang's face was undoubtedly livid.

"You all deserve to die!"

As his words fell, the controlled Taoist Priest Qingxu took the lead in attacking Meng Xingluan.

Shu Liang stood aside with a sinister smile.

"You should be gentle, otherwise you will be accused of bullying your master and destroying your ancestors..."

The attack of 'Taoist Priest Qingxu' was very fierce, wrapped in biting Yin Qi, and Meng Xingluan was forced to dodge for the time being.

She looked solemn and her eyes showed murderous intent.