The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Boom!" Zhao Yusheng was slapped away by a palm, and the tree roots were broken, and the hills in the distance were submerged in smoke and dust.

Shen Ruyan drew out her long sword with a pale face: "You! You didn't say three breaths at all!"

Mo Lingqing's face was cold: "Those behind, turn around, otherwise..."

Before she could say the word death, the disciples of Xianyue Sect turned around in unison, and not only that, they all raised their hands to cover their eyes and seal the power of their souls!

Mo Lingqing turned his head to the side, Nangong Wugui turned the flying boat around, he was already covering Nangong Ya's eyes...

"Blood, Blood Daoist, this Shen Ruyan is just a child, although she is poisonous, does not know etiquette, has no shame, and has countless shortcomings, but I believe that she will learn to be a good person in her next life!"

After that, Nangong Wugui shut up and turned around to seal his soul power.

"Damn old man!" Shen Ruyan looked fierce but was weak inside.

Mo Lingqing retracted his gaze and looked at Shen Ruyan: "I will not kill you today. After all, my husband said that he would go to your Shen family in person to avenge the humiliation of that day in a year."

Shen Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief, then narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "Just him? A waste?"

The spiritual power palm materialized, and Shen Ruyan slapped her so hard that she vomited blood and turned eight times and fell on the gourd. Mo Lingqing looked down from above: "This slap, I think the spiritual power is dirty."

"Raise your head."

This scene is just like the scene when Shen Ruyan asked Wang Que to raise his head before.

Shen Ruyan covered her swollen left face and raised her head with hatred: "If I don't die, I will let my Shen family kill me..."

Under the evil ghost mask that covered half of her face, Mo Lingqing's mouth curled up slightly: "You said that your beauty is unparalleled in the world."

"Yes, my beauty is unparalleled in the world, no one can compare to it!"

Mo Lingqing slowly raised her hand and pressed on the side of the evil ghost mask: "Although I will not kill you today, I can break your Tao heart."

After speaking, the evil ghost mask was slowly taken off.........

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked down at Shen Ruyan, and a slightly mocking voice sounded: "Now, you can see clearly."

Shen Ruyan's beautiful eyes widened and her body shook violently. She supported the gourd with her palm and moved back, muttering to herself as she moved: "No, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I am a peerless beauty in the world. There is no one in the world who is more beautiful than me. Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Ah! I will tear your face apart!" Shen Ruyan screamed and suddenly flew up, reaching out to grab Mo Lingqing's face.

Mo Lingqing had a mocking look on his lips, and swept his blood sleeves to suppress him under his feet.

Four blood-colored thorns bound Shen Ruyan, and Mo Lingqing stretched out his right hand to Shen Ruyan's face: "You, stabbed a sword in my face."

After speaking, two thorny blood whips left two gullies on both sides of Shen Ruyan's face.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!" Shen Ruyan screamed crazily, as if she was crazy: "You dare to scratch my face, I will kill you, kill you!"

Mo Lingqing sneered, raised his hand and swept out a spiritual power, which hit Shen Ruyan like a broken sack and fell on the green gourd, spitting blood.

Mo Lingqing put on the evil ghost mask again, and the blood-colored thorns under his feet surged again, but this time it surged back.

On the surging blood-colored thorns, Mo Lingqing stood with his hands behind his back: "Shen Ruyan, you'd better not die this year. One year later, I will follow my husband to punish your Shen family!"

"Puff!" Shen Ruyan spit out a mouthful of blood in a fit of anxiety. I don't know if it was because of the frustration of her appearance or because of Mo Lingqing's last words.

Maybe, both.

On the gourd, Shen Ruyan stared at Mo Lingqing's back: "Blood! Demon! Woman! I will kill you! Puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, rolled her eyes and fainted completely.

Mo Lingqing said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, she has fainted, are you still going to pretend?"

In the hill where the dust had settled, Zhao Yusheng suddenly flew out and returned to the gourd without saying a word.

As the eldest senior brother, he couldn't watch the blood witch kill Shen Ruyan, but if he was beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back...

There was no wailing on the battlefield in front of the mountain.

More than 6,000 thorns were dancing like wild forests, and on each thorn, there were one or several corpses hanging.

A large amount of blood was constantly devoured by the blood whip, and the skull was also madly devouring the blood in the corpses.

Pieces of bones were constantly crushed and condensed. Her bone shield was completely broken before, and now was the best time to collect materials!

In front of the skull, Mo Lingqing stretched out her hand, and Wang Que quickly threw the soul flag over.

Mo Lingqing caught the soul flag, sat cross-legged on the top of the skull and began to sacrifice the hundred soul flags.

Blood, flesh and broken bones mixed with a huge amount of resentment gathered from all directions. Mo Lingqing formed seals with both hands, and one seal after another was injected into the soul flag along with the gathered "materials".

Originally, there were still some residualThe broken soul flag was constantly repaired, and soon it returned to its previous appearance.

Mo Lingqing kept making hand seals, and the Hundred Souls Banner began to gradually undergo new changes.........

Inside the skull, Chantan Yunyue and Chantan Hongliang were terrified, but Chantan Yunyue's eyes flashed with excitement, shock, and excitement.

In the far distance, halfway up the mountain, Chantan Jingkong looked at this side with a cold body. This was the first time he had seen such a purgatory-like scene in his two hundred years of life!

"I'd rather die than have my friend die. Thanks to my wit, I handed over my soul source without saying anything. Otherwise, I might have become an evil ghost in her banner."

Swallowing his saliva, Chantan Jingkong thought silently in his heart: "It seems that I should not take the treasures promised by Queqi. Although those treasures are precious, I can get them back in a few decades!"

"If I take his treasures and make his wife unhappy... pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth!!"

"I, Chantan Jingkong, can never take such a risk! Absolutely not!"

"No, I will tell Queqi that I don't want it anymore. When I leave this cave world, I will go into seclusion for 30 years!"

"No! I will never come out of seclusion unless I enter the Renqiao realm this time!"

The maximum lifespan of the Yuandan realm is only over 300 years. Now Chantan Jingkong has lived for more than 200 years.

In the last few decades, if he cannot break through to the Human Bridge Realm and increase his lifespan by one hundred years...

Above the purgatory, Wang Que looked at the dancing blood forest below, and black mist appeared in his eyes.

In his eyes, the thousands of corpses were emitting the meaning of annihilation, among which the meaning of annihilation emitted by the dozens of Yuandan Realm was stronger, while the meaning of annihilation emitted by the Lingtai Realm and the Foundation Building Realm was much weaker.

With a thought, the meaning of annihilation surged and gathered.

On the skull, Mo Lingqing was still refining the Thousand Souls Banner, and she didn't feel it at all.

Not only her, but even Zhao Yusheng in the distance and the closest Chandan Yunyue and Chandan Hongliang didn't notice it at all.

It seems that except for Wang Que who has the power of annihilation, they can't sense this power.

This power that can be activated by thought alone does not belong to any of the four systems of Lingwu, Buddhism and Confucianism. It is a separate power system.

And this power is called thought, and there are only three levels of realm!

First level: Thoughts of life and death!

Second level: Thoughts of reincarnation!

Third level: Thoughts of eternity!

The power of this thought can only be born in a certain extreme state. The subsequent accumulation and improvement depends entirely on the special nature of this thought.

In ancient times, there was a person who awakened the thought of death. The thought of death can only be improved when dying, so that person kept committing suicide in order to break through the thought!

And Wang Que's thought of extinction seemed to devour the thought of extinction emitted by the person who had just died...

At this moment, Wang Que was surrounded by the surging thought of extinction, but in the eyes of others, Wang Que just stood there looking at the front with a dull look...