Wild beast war god

In the snow somewhere in Wangyou Mountain, Sikong Jing was buried deep in the snow, with blood oozing from the scales on his body.

As reported by the Grand Elder.

Although Sikong Jing escaped the pursuit, he was still seriously injured in the attack by the powerful men of the Wangyou Sect. He could only hide for the time being as he gritted his teeth and refused to swallow any power.

Suddenly, there were dense footsteps on the snow, at least sixty people.

Sikong Jing, who was in the snow, could clearly sense everything above him, and there were also little monsters he had set up around him to monitor him.

"Everyone split up and look for each other. Senior sister will stay behind."

Sikong Jing's whole body trembled slightly. This was Ling'er's voice.

Although the tone of voice changed a lot, he still heard it right away.

But her voice became cold and ruthless, which made Sikong Jing's heart twitch violently.

shhhhhh...

Sixty disciples of the Wangyou Sect fled away, leaving only Sikong Ling and Wangqing on the snow.

They stand opposite each other.

Sikong Ling's expression was extremely cold, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, like the witch's smile before killing someone.

Wangqing on the other side was trembling all over and clenching his fists tightly.

After a long while, Si Kong Ling asked: "Sister, are you surprised?"

"I actually survived and even mastered the Art of Forgetting Love, all thanks to you."

"Do you know why I didn't expose you in front of Master? Do you know why I didn't kill you immediately?"

"Because I want to torture you, I want you to live in fear forever, I want to make you crazy, make you crazy, make you collapse, dare to kill my brother, I want you to regret living in this world."

Sikong Ling's voice was like a thousand-year-old witch, pressing hard against Wangqing.

On the opposite side, Wangqing's teeth were clenched tightly.

Suddenly, she snorted coldly and asked: "Sikong Ling, if you bring me out, you are not afraid that I will fight back against you. Do you know that half of the sixty junior sisters just now will listen to me?"

After leaving the master's nose, Wangqing gradually gained some confidence.

"Giggle..."

However, Sikong Ling let out an arrogant laugh and said with a half-smile, "You can try it. As long as I, the Supreme Forgetting Love Jue, make even a little uneasy wave, the master will appear by my side immediately."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qing felt a chill all over his body and clenched his fists.

Damn Taishang Wangqingjue, why can’t I practice it myself? Why can Sikong Ling be the only one?

In Wangqing's heart, she was extremely unwilling.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Wangqing's eyes, and she pretended to be sincere: "Little junior sister, in fact, your brother is fake. He is not your real brother. Your real brother is still living well in Canglong Xiaoyu. I am telling the truth. "

Wangqing thought a lot along the way, and suddenly she wasn't so scared anymore because she thought of this move.

Originally, Sikong Jing was fake, and this was her fate.

For a moment, Sikong Ling's whole body was shaken wildly, and the murderous intention was suppressed again: "You, you still want to lie to me?"

"Really, I followed the picture you drew and found a man who looks just like the brother you imagined. But eight years have passed, how could your brother look exactly like your picture?"

Sikong Ling's eyes widened and her whole body trembled violently. She somewhat believed it.

The whole body's true energy fluctuated slightly, and he shouted softly: "Give me the corpse!"

As long as she examines the body, she can be sure that what Wangqing said is true or false. She knows her brother's birthmark.

He opened his mouth and said with a crying face: "I disposed of the body. It was completely destroyed."

"I, I just didn't want Master to find out that I did this, but you must believe me."

She is very depressed now, and that is exactly what she said.

After leaving Sikong Ling's small hall, she destroyed the body and the painting as a precaution.

But what the hell, now there is no way to prove that her brother is the real one.

Snapped!

The next moment, Si Kong Ling suddenly flashed in front of Wangqing, slapped her hard on the face again, and shouted: "Do you think I will believe it? Do you really think I am stupid?"

Even the body was destroyed, how could Sikong Ling believe it?

Wangqing was knocked to the ground, and he covered his face and said: "You can go to Canglong Xiaoyu and have a look. You can definitely find your brother."

Suddenly, Sikong Ling's whole body was shaken again, and she stared at Wangqing.

Suddenly she laughed weirdly again: "You want to trick me into going to Canglong Xiaoyu, and then kill me secretly. Dream on, I will definitely go back to Canglong Xiaoyu, but not now... but to torture you to death." After that."

After Sikong Ling finished speaking, she laughed like ice again.

The next moment, a figure fell from a distance. It was one of the sixty Wangyou Sect disciples who had just left.

"Young Sect Master, Senior Sister, found the body of Ice Soul Hanying."

"That humanoid monster should be hiding around the Ice Soul Hanying. We have already started searching around."

When Sikong Ling heard this, her eyes flashed, and she said calmly: "I will go find it myself..."

After saying that, she flashed towards the direction pointed by the Wangyou Sect disciple. She couldn't let others find the humanoid monster before her.

Wang Qing stayed behind, watching Sikong Ling's back, murderous intent bursting out.

"Senior Sister, what should we do now?" The disciple who came to report quietly approached Wang Qing and asked in a low voice.

She is Wangqing's person, and many of the Wangyou Sect's disciples have been conquered by Wangqing. Just as Wangqing said, half of the sixty disciples who followed are hers.

Just like the middle-aged woman from the Minglong Mountains, she was the original owner of the Ice Soul Hanying, and she was also hers.

If Sikong Jing hadn't suddenly appeared, Wang Hua would have become hers.

"Damn it, if I had known that this little bitch could take the opportunity to break through and master the Supreme Forgetting Art, I would never have destroyed the body of his fake brother. Now she doesn't believe it is fake at all, and I'm so angry. .”

Having said this, he stamped his feet with regret.

"But there is a turning point. Sikong Ling will not kill me right away, but will torture me to avenge the blood of her fake brother."

"As long as she finds her real brother and brings him back...she will be dead."

When Wangqing said this, the fierce light in his eyes kept flashing, and he felt chilly.

"Why?"

The female disciple of the Wangyou Sect next to her didn't understand. Wouldn't finding his real brother make her happier?

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Wangqing replied: "The Supreme Wangqing... just wants to forget all feelings. There can only be hatred in her heart. If she believes that her brother is still alive, she will die in an instant."

As soon as these words came out, the female disciple's eyes lit up and she was extremely excited!

Not only does Wang Qing have a way to survive, she also has a chance to kill Sikong Ling, as long as she finds Sikong Jing.

At the same time, Sikong Jing, who was buried in the snow, was also slightly shocked and clenched his fists tightly.

The Taishang Forgetting Art is such a rebellious and deviant technique, it is too poisonous... Fortunately, I didn't rush out to see Ling'er just now.

"No matter what, I will endure it, and then I will send people to Canglong Xiaoyu to bring her real brother back."

"Damn it, why didn't that humanoid monster suck this little bitch dry? Otherwise, why bother?"

Wangqing's tone was extremely angry, and she couldn't figure it out.

Obviously the other disciples were sucked into being fucked by others, and she almost lost her true energy, but Si Kong Ling was fine.