Chapter 859: Master, give me a hug? (33)
Feng Qian did not answer Han Xing's words.
The girl propped her chin and looked at the person in front of her obediently.
Yun Zhuo said, "If this is what you mean by good and evil, then I will voluntarily fall into the devil's way."
Feng Qian: "!"
She almost fell.
Fall into the devil's way?
Not only Feng Qian was shocked, but everyone in the Qingyu faction was shocked.
The only **** of the Protoss is going to fall into the devil's way?
Han Xing is just here to join in the fun.
It feels wonderful.
Feng Qian stood up and walked to Yun Zhuo's side.
"Master, are you serious? Falling into the devil's way?"
"Um."
The snow-white God nodded slightly.
He calmly said: "Once, it was me who was wrong. I was wrong for thousands of years. Now I know that the Tao I want to protect is not a group, but a type of people. That type of people does not distinguish between races, the only common The point is a good-natured, harmless heart."
"Then you don't have to fall into the devil's way."
Feng Qian persuaded.
Yun Zhuo lowered his eyes, raised his hand slowly, and the slightly cold palm covered the girl's head.
Feng Qian felt a warm force seeping into her body along the opponent's palm.
Immediately afterwards, the lower abdomen was slightly hot.
There was a sudden change in the situation between heaven and earth.
The residual clouds gathered overhead, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
A flash of white light flashed across the sky, as if torn apart the sky.
The seal in Feng Qian's body was also undone.
For a time, the majestic and powerful magic overflowed from the girl.
The girl in white has a little scarlet mark between her eyebrows.
There was a burgundy light in the dark pupils.
It doesn't feel good when the seal is broken.
Feng Qian's head emptied in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the clouds above the sky became more and more dense, revealing an abnormal dark purple.
A silver lightning slashed down, and directly hit the **** with a cold and unwavering look.
The air wave set off by the lightning also blew the girl away.
Feng Qian then returned to his senses, and he was able to stabilize his body.
She looked up.
The fine electric current enveloped the gods, and the sky was dark purple with a reddish color, making the atmosphere depressing and dull.
Rong Qi said solemnly, "Uncle Shi is falling into the devil's way."
"Then what?"
"Uncle Shi has set up a barrier, and we can't stop it now."
Elder Fang sneered: "He is willing to be in the company of the Demon Race, so don't blame us for being ruthless."
He twisted a magic formula, and the enchantment shattered a hole.
Elder Fang held the sword and stabbed Yunzhuo's heart directly.
After Feng Qian saw it, he stepped forward to block in front of Yun Zhuo, blocking Elder Fang's blow.
Seeing this, Han Xing also came to help, and kicked Elder Fang flying again.
Feng Qian frowned.
Red fine lines faintly appeared on the snow-white skin of the white robe.
His 3,000 black hair rose freely, a few strands of hair were against his cheeks, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, indicating that he was not feeling well at the moment.
Seeing the other party like this, Feng Qian was also very distressed.
She didn't have a good impression of the group of self-proclaimed immortal cultivators in front of her.
If the fragments accidentally turned black, she would not spare these people lightly.
For a moment.
The clouds above his head gradually dissipated, and Feng Qian tilted his head to look at the debris.
Yun Zhuo's beautiful lips, which were like petals, lost their blood at this moment, and they were faintly pale.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes as long as butterfly wings trembled lightly, and his eyelids moved accordingly.
There was a little perspiration on his fair forehead, he frowned, looking very uncomfortable at the moment.
Yun Zhuo coughed lightly, bright red blood overflowing from the corners of his pale lips.
Before he was about to fall to the ground, Feng Qian took one quick step to catch the snow-white man.
Just after the seal was released just now, the memory of the original owner Demon Venerable also poured into her mind.
The man in his arms looked in pain, and Jun Xiu frowned lightly.
Feng Qian glanced at everyone indifferently, then looked at the wolf boy beside him: "Han Xing, take the clan back to the Demon Clan first."