The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

The night was almost over, and there were less than four hours until dawn.

At this moment, Mo Lingqing was sitting cross-legged on the ground in a blood-stained robe and a demon mask.

Her injuries, even her previous hidden illness, had all healed, and now only her spiritual power needed to be restored.

"Zhantan Jingkong."

"The junior is here." Zhantan Jingkong quickly got up.

"The outside world is saying that I'm seriously injured. Go out and spread the news now, saying that you found the trace of the blood witch."

Zhantan Jingkong's eyelids twitched: "Senior, it will take some time for you to recover."

Mo Lingqing sneered: "My strength will be restored to its peak before noon today."

"It takes time for you to spread the news, and it also takes time to gather them together to encircle me."

"When they can really come to attack me, it will be evening at the earliest."

Zhantan Jingkong lowered his head: "Senior, you have no grudges with those people..."

Mo Lingqing opened her eyes: "No one came after hearing the news, and they have no grudges with me, but if they come... hum."

"After this is done, I will return your soul source."

Zhantan Jingkong was shocked: "Senior, you said before that you would return my soul source when you are completely healed."

His voice lost its confidence at the end.

Mo Lingqing said calmly: "Yes, I said I was completely healed, but now, I am not completely healed."

"I will be almost completely healed when you lead those people here."

"Senior, I..."

"If you don't go, your clansmen..."

"I will go now, Yunyue, Hongliang, follow your uncle!"

"You go by yourself, and the two of them stay. I won't hurt them. I let you go before, and you saved my life this time, so this matter is offset. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Chantan Jingkong's forehead was sweating, and he stepped back and left the cave.

After Chantan Jingkong left completely, Mo Lingqing closed his eyes again.

"That." Wang Que asked tentatively: "Madam?"

Before he dared to call her Madam, that was when Mo Lingqing was seriously injured and couldn't move.

Now Mo Lingqing's injuries have recovered and she is fine...

Mo Lingqing did not move, and after a moment she just said coldly: "Speak."

Wang Que grinned: "Nothing."

Not far away, Chantan Yunyue was a little confused, her beautiful eyes wandering over the two of them.

After a while, Chandan Yunyue knelt down as if she had made up her mind: "Senior Xue, Yunyue wants to worship you as her master, and Yunyue also wants to do things as she pleases like you!"

Mo Lingqing did not open her eyes, and said indifferently: "What you think is as you please, is just what you think."

"No matter where you are, you will have the troubles of any position."

"You are very good in your Chandan clan, so I will not accept you as my disciple."

Chandan Yunyue was anxious: "But senior, I really want to be independent like you, I am tired of my current life, every day I am either practicing or working in the sect to earn contribution points."

"I don't want to go on like this, I want to be as free as you!"

Behind, Chandan Hongliang said in a low voice: "Sister Yunyue, this kind of life is already very good, what's wrong with it?"

"Outside The surface is so dangerous, staying alive is the most important thing. Compared with those ordinary families, our Chandan clan is already very comfortable. "

Chandan Yunyue shook his head: "No, this is not the life I want, this kind of life is simply torture!"

Mo Lingqing sneered: "Torture? Do you think I am very free?"

"For resources and treasures, I fight with people everywhere. Every time I fight, I will die if I am not careful."

"And you, you just need to enjoy the resources of the clan and the resources of the sect."

Chandan Yunyue drew out his long sword: "Then what's the use of this skill I learned?"

Mo Lingqing said indifferently: "The essence of learning skills is not to kill the enemy, but to protect yourself."

"But..."

"Needless to say, this seat will never accept you as a disciple."

"Senior!" Chandan Yunyue was even more anxious.

"Bang!" Chantan Yunyue flew backwards and hit the mountain wall behind her. Mo Lingqing looked at her coldly: "You are my master, I have a good temper!"

Chantan Yunyue closed her mouth and dared not say anything more, but in her heart, her desire for freedom and strength became stronger and stronger!

"One day, I will be so powerful!"

............

Outside the cave of Taoist Huang Feng, in the territory of Jinshui City.

On the top of the mountain opposite the entrance, the Poison King who had been sitting cross-legged before disappeared without a trace, leaving only the formation still running here...

Iron Buddha City.

In the elegantly decorated living room, the Poison King sat at the table drinking wine and eating dishes.

At the main seat of the table, an old man with a fairy-like appearance was also eating wine and meat with a smile.

"Poison Junior Brother,Are you telling the truth? You are in the late stage of the Earth Bridge Realm, how could you be fooled by a late stage Yuan Dan? "

The old man with a celestial appearance is called Wang Changsheng, and he is the senior brother of the Poison King. He settled down in Tiefo City a hundred years ago. He currently has dozens of wives and many children. He is also in the late stage of the Earth Bridge Realm, and he has quite a bit of prestige in this Iron Buddha City.

"Senior brother, you don't know that the youngster is as cunning as a fox, and his wisdom is close to that of a demon!"

"When we were still under the master's tutelage, you understood the mind of the junior brother. Even if I used all my means, the youngster could still escape into the cave world to delay his death!"

"Now that more than a month has passed, I always feel that something will happen. If not, why would the junior brother bother the senior brother late at night?"

Wang Changsheng laughed and stood up and patted the shoulder of the Poison King: "Junior brother, we are friends. I will welcome you whenever you come! ”

“I understand the blood witch you are talking about. After we finish this meal, I will call a friend to help you!”

“We are three people in the late stage of the Earth Bridge Realm. Even if she is a late stage Yuan Dan, she won’t die even if she is strong?”

The Poison King sneered and crushed the wine glass in his hand: “No, I don’t want her to die. I want her to die after suffering all kinds of torture in the world!”

Wang Changsheng raised his head and laughed: “Hahahaha… As expected of our Wan Du Men, you are still so cruel. Come on, drink!”

After a glass of wine, Wang Changsheng sat down and sighed: “I don’t know how Master is doing in the battlefield of the void plane of our Lingxiao Star? After a hundred years, Master’s cultivation is probably even more terrifying!”

The Poison King took out a soul tablet and smiled: “Master’s soul tablet is still there, don’t worry, when we step into Chongxu, we can go to find Master, right?”

“When the time comes, with Master protecting us, won’t we still be able to walk sideways in the battlefield of the void plane? "

The two looked at each other and laughed...

The battlefield in the void plane is a great fortune, but also a great terror.

To go to that battlefield, you must be at least in the Chongxu realm.

It is also because of this that there are almost no Chongxu realm masters in the major cities and sects...

Inside the cave of Taoist Huang Feng, the false sun slowly sets in the west.

Evening... has arrived.

Outside the cave where Wang Que and Mo Lingqing are hiding, at least thousands of cultivators are standing on swords.

At the entrance of the cave, inside the illusion array, Wang Que looked at the dense and almost endless cultivators with a shocked expression: "Zhandan Yunyue, is there something wrong with your uncle's brain?"

"Let him spread the news, not call so many people over, can't he call a few hundred? Look at how many people there are? There must be thousands, right? ! ! "

"Can we still fight? "

Zhandan Hongliang trembled his legs, his face was a little horrified: "Sister Yunyue, Uncle Kong, Uncle Kong seems to have played too big..."

Little did he know that Zhandan Jingkong was also in pain. He just met a late Yuandan, and then told him about the traces of the blood devil girl after she was seriously injured.

As a result, the man dragged him over to confirm, and when he was sure that it was the blood devil girl...

This person sent messages frantically. In just half a day, this person almost shook over one-sixth of the cultivators who entered the cave world!

Among them, Zhao Yusheng stood in the distance with a group of junior brothers and sisters on the green gourd. On a spiritual sword outside the green gourd, Shen Ruyan stood alone... uh... admiring herself.

On the flying boat on the other side of the gourd, Nangong Wugui and Nangong Ya were also looking at the cave.

At this moment, the messenger flew in front of thousands of people and raised his sword and shouted: "Fellow Taoists, for the treasure, for the soul source, we will kill the blood devil girl today! "

"Behead!"

"Behead!"

"Behead!"

The shouts of killing shook the earth, and thousands of practitioners offered their magic weapons. For a moment, thousands of spiritual lights competed with the blood-red setting sun.

Somewhere outside the cave, Chantan Jingkong stamped his feet anxiously: "This is crazy, this is all over, so many people, my soul source!!!"