Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

Chapter 115: The ascetic beast god’s beloved little Emperor Ji (46)

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The next second, she picked up the purple light witch wand in her right hand, threw the bone talisman into her mouth with her left hand, and drew a spell.

After a while, there was lightning and thunder in the sky. White lightning flashed in the purple-red clouds, streaking across the sky and slowly striking towards the phantom rain on the sacrificial platform.

A mortal's soul can be broken into half by such a lightning strike.

There is no difference from death.

"Go to hell—" Xiying roared, seeming to use all her strength to control the thunder and lightning, jumped down, and struck hard in the direction of Huan Yuning.

But in the next second, the air seemed to freeze. The thunder and lightning in the sky disappeared instantly, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no cloud in the sky. A ray of pale pink light surrounded Huan Yuning in layers, and all the wounds on her body healed instantly.

"Hiss—" Everyone present took a breath. They had never seen such powerful spiritual power. It seemed that just by raising his hand, the entire Wu Clan could be destroyed in an instant.

"Who—" Xiying gritted her teeth and turned around to look for traces of the pale pink aura.

But at this moment, Qingyin Sword flew out of the scabbard. This fairy sword that had been with Xiao Di Ji since she was a child seemed to sense the strong resentment and hatred of its owner, and rushed straight towards Xi Ying's throat with a hint of murderous intent.

In an instant, Huan Yuning was pulled by a powerful force and fell from the pillar on the sacrificial platform, landing lightly on the ground without any injuries.

However, originally Xiying was forced to the center of the sacrificial altar by Qingyin Sword. Her hands were instantly surrounded by a strong spiritual power around the wooden stakes, and her limbs were spread out, and they were firmly locked by the spiritual power.

"Who is it? Come out to me -" Xiying knew that the person coming had a very high level of cultivation and powerful magic power, and he should be a member of the Celestial Clan.

But she didn't know when she had offended the people of the Celestial Clan. And the aura on this sword wanted to kill her.

"I haven't seen you for three months, you shouldn't forget me." Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes coldly, with a faint smile on his lips. He used the teleportation technique to directly reach the sacrificial platform, raised his skirt, and a pale pink light lingered slightly on his body.

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At the same time, Ye Cha Temple.

The aroma of wine filled the air, as if one more sip would make you deeply intoxicated.

He was half leaning on the soft seat, drinking wine from bottle to bottle without stopping.

"Brother Lingxuan, you can't drink anymore." Liu Guang looked at his dead look and couldn't help but say it again.

He has said this countless times in the past three months. But Lingxuan seemed to be unable to hear at all, and only saw the wine in front of him.

But he had a hard time getting drunk.

In the past three months, he drank day and night, but only got drunk once.

That time, he held Luo Qingchen's dim and lifeless exquisite ring in his hand, and he screamed heartbreakingly, crying until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

"I just want to get drunk, is it so difficult?" There was a wry smile on his thin lips.

What does it mean to be alive or not, to be drunk or not to be drunk? The only thing he couldn't understand was why he was still alive after she sacrificed the sword after he had clearly used the soul life and death calamity on her

Any ancient forbidden techniques are all lies...

His deep eyes were dim and dull, as if nothing in this world could shine into his heart.

"Brother Lingxuan—" Liu Guang wanted to say something else, but was stopped by the desperate look in his eyes.

No matter what words he said, they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

"Report—"

"What's the matter?" Liu Guang asked with raised eyebrows.

At the moment, he feels that there is no need to go to Lingxuan for those trivial matters, after all, he is not in that mood.

"The Witch Clan was attacked by the Little Emperor Ji from the Celestial Clan, and the eldest prince released his aura of help, asking Lord Lingxian for help! (To be continued)