The blood flowing all over his body turned into magical black again in an instant, and there was a thin layer of black air around him. The revival of the demon blood touched the mana of the'Spirit Orb'. The spirit orb on the wrist emits a blue light, like thousands of spirit beasts gnawing his demon body little by little, and the extremely painful Chengfeng sends out a burst Roar, like a sorrowful soul that will be swallowed.
No, never let him go! Qi Xue hugged him from behind, tears streaming down his face, the palm of his hand and the gentle body temperature touched Chengfeng's heart that was about to collapse.
"Please, stop!" Qi Xue tried her best to protect Chengfeng's heart with her remaining spiritual power to prevent the demon blood from eroding his soul. By then, everything will be difficult to restore.
There seemed to be such a place, like countless snowflakes flying by, cold but so gentle, Chengfeng's nearly cracked heart gradually calmed down, in his phantom, the blue figure came into his eyes again, it turned out Even after hundreds of years, the figure that made him both love and hate is still so deep in his heart.
Cheng Feng gradually woke up from the devilishness. He opened his eyes and looked at the tearful woman in front of him, and said coldly, "What else is there to cry?"
Seeing him wake up, Qi Xue immediately jumped into his arms and cried even harder, "Great, I thought you would never come back again."
Chengfeng looked at Qi Xue who was crying in his arms, a little surprised, but also so comfortable, he smiled faintly: "How long are you going to lean in my arms?"
Qi Xue only realized her gaffe at this time, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood up and avoided him, not daring to look at him again.
The drunk Taoist turned upside down and walked towards Chengfeng, "Hey, it seems that I am a little gentler when I act. Then, let's do it like this!" The human hand drew a few spells in the air, and then he waved his finger. , A'Qing' spell exuded a scorching golden light and forced towards Chengfeng.
He was already bruised and bruised, even standing up so hard, how could he deal with this old-fashioned mana. Chengfeng reluctantly stood up, his swaying body seemed to fall over immediately, and he raised his hand to fight against it.
Qi Xue immediately stood in front of him, summoning spiritual power to resist the attack of golden light.
The wound on the wrist gradually expanded, as if even the bone scars inside could be seen, and the blood flowed down little by little, like flying cherry blossoms. Qi Xue endured the pain, struggling to open the enchantment to support it, but that Jin Guang still approached step by step, and in the end almost her entire body was enveloped in golden light.
"You are really stupid!" Cheng Feng looked at Qi Xue who worked so hard for him, wondering whether it was the heartache he had missed for a long time or his sullen anger at her. Chengfeng jumped behind Qi Xue, and suddenly a stride drew up in front of the drunkard Taoist, and with a wave of his five fingers, he pierced the Taoist's chest and abdomen like five sharp blades.
The drunkard and Taoist priest who cast the spell at the center of the center did not expect Chengfeng to be able to move, and suddenly attacked himself.
The flesh and blood were cut through the fingers again, and the flesh was torn to develop a dull sound. The Taoist staggered a few steps and then fell to the ground, his unbelievable face just like sorrow and joy.