The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

As the sky appeared strange, a large number of practitioners chased the clouds and mist within the waters of Tianchi.

Six or seven thousand miles away from the Blood Knife Village, three auroras passed through the water at high speed, shaking the sky full of water mist.

The three auroras passed through the clouds and water and turned around, but always maintained an almost constant distance.

"Damn it, I can't hold on any longer! Brother Que, spiritual lotus root, give me spiritual lotus root!"

Yi Fanchen, who was activating the wings of white light, roared. They had been running for three days. Since two and a half days ago, the old monster on the ground bridge that Yi Fanchen provoked also joined the pursuit...

Wang Que glanced behind him, and then three spiritual lotus roots appeared in his hand and threw them over: "Brother Fanchen, I don't have many spiritual lotus roots. You gave me 137 before, and I only have 64 left now!"

Yi Fanchen ate the spiritual lotus root in big mouthfuls and quickly converted it into spiritual power: "Is it time to discuss this now?"

"If we can't escape, we will all die!"

"Two late-stage Diqiao, there's no way to fight!"

Wang Que snorted: "Who can I talk to about this? The three of us have attracted an old ghost, and you have an enemy. If your enemy doesn't get involved, how can we fight this Diqiao old ghost together?"

In the back, the triangular-eyed old man's eyes moved slightly: "Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want to chase?"

The white-haired old man said lightly: "Why? You've been chasing for three days, are you willing to stop now?"

Triangular eyes looked at the gloomy sky. After these three days, the thunderbolt breath in the waters of Tianchi became more and more intense, and even the outermost part of the waters could see the sky covered with dark clouds.

After a while, triangular eyes turned around and flew towards the thunderbolt: "I won't play with you anymore, I want to see what the dragon calamity recorded in the ancient books is like!"

The white-haired old man looked at the sky. Although he had intentions in his heart, he wanted to kill Yi Fanchen, who was a thousand meters ahead, more!

"It's been three days. I don't believe you still have the means to replenish your spiritual power!"

On the Blood Spirit Sword, Wang Que suddenly said: "Madam, that triangular-eyed old man ran away!"

Mo Lingqing nodded slightly: "Yi Fanchen, how much strength can you still exert?"

Yi Fanchen gritted his teeth: "At most 40%!"

Mo Lingqing said indifferently: "40% is not enough. If you want to kill him, you must have at least 60% of your strength."

Yi Fanchen didn't say anything and ran forward.

After a while, Mo Lingqing spoke again: "I know you have reservations, but this old monster can kill you even without caring about the catastrophe of dragon transformation."

"If I and my husband leave, how sure do you think you are to escape?"

Yi Fanchen whispered: "If I fight hard, I will probably have 60% to 70% of my strength."

Mo Lingqing snorted in her heart. Yi Fanchen had eaten so many spiritual lotus roots. She estimated that Yi Fanchen had at least retained 80% of his strength at this moment.

This person is vicious, cunning, and the best at playing the victim!

On the Blood Spirit Sword, Mo Lingqing raised her hand to form a seal, and a blood-colored rune was formed in one second. She reached into the rune with her jade hand and took out the two-meter-long blood-colored Thousand Soul Banner in an instant!

This banner has more than 6,000 evil ghosts and more than 200 Yuandan evil ghosts!

The main soul of this banner is the Poison King, with the power of the late Human Bridge, which was refined by her mother.

Holding the soul banner, a flash of blood flashed in Mo Lingqing's phoenix eyes, and then a soul force was injected into it. After doing all this, she turned sideways and handed it to Wang Que: "Do you remember what I told you?"

Wang Que nodded repeatedly and took the soul banner with some excitement: "Madam, don't worry, I could control this thing before, and there will be no problem now!"

More than a month ago, when Mo Lingqing was practicing, she thought of the Poison King's soul in the Thousand Soul Banner.

The Poison King is a genuine late-stage Earth Bridge Realm. Even if his soul is refined, it still has the power of a late-stage Human Bridge Realm.

As for Wang Que, his body has absorbed the power of the Golden Bone. Even if he can't withstand the erosion of the late-stage Human Bridge Realm's ghost, he can still withstand it for three to five minutes.

Therefore, in theory, Wang Que can temporarily borrow the power of the Poison King's ghost to temporarily possess the means of the Human Bridge Realm. Even if he can't exert the strength of the late-stage Human Bridge Realm... at worst, he can exert the strength of the early-stage Human Bridge Realm.

So, Mo Lingqing let Wang Que borrow the power of the Poison King's ghost for a short time.

However, Wang Que was extremely painful at the time, and she took it back after only a dozen seconds. Now facing a strong enemy in the Earth Bridge Realm... she has no other choice but to use all her means.

"Yi Fanchen, hold on for three minutes. I'm going to set up a big formation!" Mo Lingqing said, sitting cross-legged on the Blood Spirit Sword and starting to seal. Suddenly, runes emerged and slowly rotated around Mo Lingqing.

Beside Mo Lingqing, Wang Que held the Thousand Souls Banner tightly, and the power of his soul slowly touched it.

Just as the power of his soul touched the soul banner, the roar of thousands of evil spirits entered Wang Que's soul sea.

EvilThe ghost's voice was powerful enough to shock the soul, and now it sounded directly in the sea of ​​souls. The pain was even more intense than the pain in the flesh!

Wang Que clenched his teeth, and the thought of annihilation slowly emerged in his eyes. Under the suppression of the weak thought of annihilation, the sound of those fierce roars was much smaller.

Even so, the pain was still like a knife cutting flesh.

But Wang Que could now remain calm in this level of pain. After all, half a year ago, Mo Lingqing broke every bone of his... except for the skull.

"Poison King... Come out!" Wang Que's soul power roared in the Thousand Soul Banner. After a few seconds, a purple-haired ferocious evil ghost emerged from the dim soul banner space.

The moment the poison king evil ghost appeared, a large number of evil ghosts around him retreated quickly, not daring to approach him at all.

Wang Que looked at the Poison King's evil ghost, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Old poison, you deserve this!"

Although the Poison King's memory was refined, his consciousness was still ferocious and brutal. At this moment, he roared and rushed directly towards Wang Que.

But unfortunately, the Thousand Soul Banner at this moment was restricted by Mo Lingqing!

After a few breaths, Wang Que on the Blood Spirit Sword suddenly raised his head, his hair crown shattered, and his long hair fluttered wantonly!

His eyelids raised, and in his dark eyes, the brutal murderous intent was as real as substance!

At this moment, the Poison King's ghost was bound by Wang Que in the sea of ​​soul. At this moment, the soul power of the late stage of the human bridge filled Wang Que's body!

The subcutaneous muscles bulged, and the whole person's breath quickly climbed to the late stage of the human bridge!

Not only that, on the black robe that was tightened by the muscles, a trace of blood overflowed. This was Wang Que's body bursting because his body could not withstand the terrifying soul power brought by the Poison King's ghost!

In front, Yi Fanchen was shocked: "Brother Que, you hid it so well! You are actually in the late stage of the human bridge. You and your wife are worthy of being the cultivators of the extremely yin land!"

Wang Que didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and suppressed the soul power of the Poison King's ghost with the Thousand Soul Banner. After a few breaths, the torn body healed, but Wang Que's breath fell between the early and middle stages of the human bridge.

This is the limit of the soul power that his body can bear at present. If there is a little more, his body will burst!

He looked down at the Thousand Soul Banner, which shrank into his arms as he wished. Then, Wang Que flipped his right hand and a black light appeared, and the dark and ferocious Cangmang Halberd appeared in his hand!

"Madam, it's successful!"