Qi Qianshui abruptly broke away from his hand, struggling to stand up, the meager spiritual power was supported in his body, and he fainted without embarrassment.
With a mocking smile, he stared at Cui Pan, whose snow-white robe was already dyed red with blood, which was particularly shocking in the night, "Cui Pan, do you like 黃xi? If I am not mistaken, she is lingering all over her body. Did you do the thing that covered her immortality? Your idea is too disgusting. If Yanxi learns in the future, she will never forgive you! She does not belong to the underworld, you..."
"Boom—"
"Shut up!" Cui Pan coldly brushed his sleeves, and a black whip that looked like a snake was pulled out of his palm. The whip had a sharp blue and poisonous barb on it, and his body was hanging in the air with a red robe. Hunting and flying in the night breeze. "She doesn't belong to the underworld, but—"
With a whip thrown off, "She belongs to me!"
The weak water eyes were cold, and his fists were clenched. He only hated his inability to fight him to the death, and he was even about to die humiliatingly under his hands. He was unwilling!
He closed his eyes.
Suddenly, the whole body warmed, and at the moment when the whip came, a golden light suddenly appeared, catching Cui Pan's strength.
An old voice came from a distance in the void, "Judge Cui, be merciful--"
When the words fell, the people in the void fell far away, and Wei Weak Shui suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Master!"
He came with a black Taoist robe, fairy-style Taoist bones, white hair and beard, and a whisk in his hand. He was a master of the weak and weak, and he was also the god of the Qing Dynasty.
Cui Pan retracted his whip and sneered, "It turns out that the God of Liqing has come. So, I want to ask, how do you discipline your disciples in the Void Realm? Could it be that he is allowed to make fun of him by the name of travel? Huh? Huh?" Even in front of the God Li Qing, who was surrounded by immortality, Cui Pan was still not afraid, and smiled sarcastically.
"Master, I don't have—"
"Shut up the evildoer! Don't talk more."
Qi Qianshui hurriedly explained that he could provoke wantonly in front of Cui Pan, but in front of the master who raised him up, he did not dare to speak anything.
When God Liqing raised his hand to stop the weak water, he clasped his fist to Cui Pan, and said: "Judge Cui, he is an old man who has no way of education. I also ask judge Cui to be merciful, and the old man will bring him back to the virtual world. If you find out about this, you will never be merciless, and judge Cui can rest assured!"
Some words have given Cui Pan's face, and looking at the appearance of Qi and Weak Shui, his cultivation is completely dissipated.
He picked up his scarlet lips, nodded slightly, and his gaze was like a torch, "So, I will sell my face away from the Qingshang God, but in the future, please don't walk around at will. If you ask me to meet again next time—"
Eichhornia's eyes narrowed slightly, and the tone was meaningful.
"This is natural, thanks to Judge Cui, so, the old man and the evildoer are leaving!"
After all, the fairy qi lingered around him, and the God of Liqing called a white cloud, and went away silently with the weak and weak water.
Before leaving, the needle-like eyes kept staring at Cui Pan.
When the people disappeared, Cui Pan chuckled, caressed the immaculate sleeves, and sneered, "You have the backbone, but if you can come back alive, I will give you a chance to fight with me."
Then, regardless of whether Qi Weak Shui heard it or not, his body turned into a black mist, disappearing instantly without a trace.