After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

However, Luo Qingqing was destined to teach Zhang Miaomiao such a lesson.

He wanted to tell her with his fists that all his passion in the world of cultivation where the weak preyed on the strong was nothing!

Luo Qingqing relies on the puppet technique, and he can only shake people into the fight without having to do it himself, so he has little actual combat experience. But he had already given birth to a baby.

The powerful spiritual power provided by Nascent Soul's consciousness allowed him to withstand the attack of Zhang Miaomiao's consciousness, which had rich practical combat experience.

Moreover, he has abundant spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness. If it comes to a protracted battle, Zhang Miaomiao will definitely not be able to defeat him.

Just drain her of her energy first.

Zhang Miaomiao swung down her broken sword, and Luo Qingqing stepped back half a step and said jokingly, "Go to hell? Girl, have you ever heard a saying: Good people don't live long, bad people live for a thousand years?"

"If a girl wants to be a hero, she must be prepared for a short life!" He said, punching Zhang Miaomiao in the face.

Zhang Miaomiao is not a showman. Their serious swordsman has been professionally trained and has top reaction speed. Luo Qingqing's punch seemed to her like slow motion, and she could avoid it by turning her head slightly.

Along with Zhang Miaomiao's voice, another sword was swung, "My life is short? I'm sorry, my life is hard! Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be punished with evil. It's not that there will be no reward, the time has not come yet! Today is your death day! "

Luo Wuqing sneered.

Good deeds are rewarded? This is just for coaxing children to play. If good deeds were truly rewarded, she wouldn't have died at all!

Zhang Miaomiao chased Luo Qingqing's figure, pressing closer step by step, wanting to fight him in close combat. But whenever she wanted to slash at her, Luo Qingqing would use the female cultivators to block the sword. Afraid of hurting innocent people, she forcibly withdrew the sword that had stabbed him. After a few exchanges of blows, she was restrained and her strength was greatly reduced.

If it weren't for her pathetic kindness, he might not be able to withstand her.

It's a pity that good intentions are the shackles when using fists and kicks!

Luo Qingqing was extremely despicable and shameless. He specifically used Zhang Miaomiao's sword to stab the general and then summoned the female cultivator.

Facing the female cultivator who suddenly blocked her, Zhang Miaomiao was unsettled and distracted when she sheathed her sword several times. Luo Wuqing took the opportunity to punch her in the face again.

This punch hit Zhang Miaomiao's nose, causing nosebleeds to flow out.

Luo Qingqing mocked, "My death date? Girl, why don't you listen to what you are saying?"

Zhang Miaomiao's head was dizzy, and her spiritual energy seemed to be drying up. She knew she couldn't last long, so she wanted to get rid of him quickly.

But the more impatient she was, the more likely she was to make mistakes. Her sword thrust became more and more crooked, almost hitting the female cultivators several times.

Luo Wuqing was calm and punched Zhang Miaomiao a few more times.

After several fights, Zhang Miaomiao's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and her face was swollen into a pig's head. And Luo Wuqing was still full of energy.

"boom."

Long Yuan Sword fell to the ground. Zhang Miaomiao no longer had the strength to hold the sword.

She held onto the wall to brace herself.

The smell of blood could no longer cover up the delicate fragrance of blue flowers, and crazily penetrated the tip of her nose, making her body feel hot.

Zhang Miaomiao was tortured by the exhaustion of spiritual energy and the restlessness caused by the fragrance of blue flowers.

Without the blessing of spiritual power, Long Yuan Sword would not be able to transform into a human form. She wanted to squat down and pick up Long Yuan, but Luo Wuqing was one step ahead of her, picked up the Long Yuan sword and held it in her hand.

Luo Qingqing clamped Zhang Miaomiao's neck, pressed her to the wall, put his lips close to her ear, and said gently, "In the foundation building stage, you can combine the human sword with the sword and give birth to a sword spirit. It shows that the girl is indeed a genius. If today With logistics and training, even in today's Dharma-ending era, it is not difficult for a girl to become an immortal."

After saying that, Luo Qingqing changed the topic, "It's a pity that the girl will be my puppet from now on..."

The Long Yuan sword in his hand pierced Zhang Miaomiao's abdomen.

Luo Qingqing never cared about women.

One sword, two swords, three swords... After stabbing him several times, Luo Qingqing drew his sword.

Zhang Miaomiao slipped and fell to the ground, her abdomen bleeding uncontrollably. She clutched her stomach and shivered in pain.

Luo Qingqing threw down the Long Yuan sword.

Before he met her, he was a person who was bound to retaliate against others. If others stab him once, he stabs others ten times. If someone scratches his face, he will cause others to be disfigured.

After her death, Luo Wuqing's heart that slowly followed her towards kindness also burned into ashes with her death.

He grabbed Zhang Miaomiao's hair and hit her head against the cave wall.

Suddenly, the cliff cuts open the skin, and blood rushes out from the wound;

Two blows, the nose bones were broken, the slag was embedded in the flesh, and it was piercing and painful;

Three times, the whole face was covered in blood and flesh, and it was beyond recognition, and the facial features could not be seen.

Zhang Miaomiao opened her eyes, and the world turned into a bloody mess.

Luo Qingqing wiped the blood on his face and hands with his sleeves. He did not intend to kill Zhang Miaomiao's consciousness here. After all, keeping her was of great use. If Zhang Miaomiao was stupid, how could she work for him.

After venting his anger, he hugged her back to the stone bed and said affectionately to Zhang Miaomiao's bloody face, "Baby, your favorite hero is done with rescuing the beauty. Isn't it time to get into the main show?" "

Luo Wuqing manipulated the ribbon to wrap around her limbs, leaned down, and gently touched her hair.

It's really hard for him to continue dual cultivation when her face is ruined like this.

Zhang Miaomiao was in pain, her face hurt, her stomach hurt, it hurt like hell.

Her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and she couldn't heal her wounds, so she could only watch Luo Qingqing act recklessly on her.

A hint of coolness penetrated her heart.

This couldn't help but remind her of the fear and helplessness she felt when she was tied to the altar.

It's a pity that no one will come down to earth like Lu Chenyi to save her from the tiger's mouth.

Her eyes moved to the ceiling of the cave. The consciousness of the girl she accidentally injured was also bleeding from her abdomen.

Drop after drop hit her face.

Above that girl, there are many other girls. They had also felt the same despair as she did now.

Zhang Miaomiao wanted to save them, but she was a noob.

Novices are not worthy of saving lives.

For a moment, Zhang Miaomiao thought, maybe give up.

She would have died anyway.

It might be easier to die as a puppet because you won't feel betrayed or heartbroken.

But she was a little unwilling.

Very unwilling.

She had saved all her efforts, so how could she just give up?

Zhang Miaomiao closed her eyes. She didn't know what to do, any way to stop this.

In panic, tears flowed out.

"Woooo..."

Luo Qingqing raised his eyebrows. Thinking that Zhang Miaomiao, who was so arrogant and arrogant just now, raising his sword and shouting for him to die, could only whimper and let him do what he wanted at this moment, Luo Qingqing was in a good mood.

Zhang Miaomiao clarified that if she had not faced extreme fear, she would never shed tears! Even if she holds it back, she will hold it back.

When I cried before, it was all acting!

"Don't... don't..." She doesn't want to be a puppet, she wants to become an immortal!

"Miaomiao..."

In a trance, a woman's voice came from far away. The voice was familiar yet unfamiliar. Zhang Miaomiao had heard it when she was studying in Yi Ya, but she couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was.

The woman's voice was extremely gentle, which calmed the fear in her heart, "Miaomiao, aren't you the master of other people's dreams?"