Liangyin suddenly raised his hand and took out the magic spell.
In an instant, an ancient magic circle appeared at Liangyin's feet.
This is… ? !
When the male god saw this, his eyes were full of shock and he hurriedly said:
"Unlucky man! What are you doing?! If you use forbidden magic to forcefully set bones, you will suffer backlash and die! You can't help him! He must be killed and blackened by the demon cultivator now, so as not to destroy the main line!"
"Goddess...I'm sorry." Liang Yin gritted his teeth in pain. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
“In the beginning, I did come here to get close to him because I wanted to wash away the curse on my body.
But now, all I want to do is make up for him and protect him! "
After Liangyin finished speaking, she closed her tearful eyes tightly and began to set the bones.
"You idiot, if you forcibly join your bones and use forbidden techniques, you will suffer backlash. After the backlash, you won't be able to live long at all. Even I can't save your life!
The most important thing is that if you die, the villain's whitewashing mission in this life will have failed! "
"Don't worry, male god, I will complete the mission, but I will also save him!" Liangyin said firmly.
"But if you destroy the main plot, you won't be hurt at all, but you will! In the following days, you will have a splitting headache every day. Are you stupid?!"
The male god was in the sea of consciousness, anxious and anxious.
It really doesn't understand. Why did Liang Yin choose a thorny road to complete the mission instead of taking the smooth road
Obviously only the big boss needs to be harmed. Liangyin finally goes to comfort him, and the whitewash mission will be successful.
But why did Liangyin endure the pain herself in order to prevent the big boss from being harmed
Did his head get caught in the door? !
The flesh and blood on Liangyin’s legs. The connection began to grow again, and the sharp pain made Liang Yin's teeth clenched. A crunchy bite.
not far away. The ghost cultivator struck Qing Luo on the cheek with a whip, causing him to fall to the ground with bloody wounds.
The demon cultivator took a step forward, tried his best, and bang! A fierce kick hit Qing Luo's shoulder blade.
Qing Luo's shoulder blade was already injured. At this time, this fierce kick was filled with spiritual power. It made a crunching sound and directly crushed Qing Luo's shoulder blade.
Severe pain spread from around his shoulders. Qing Luo's face instantly turned pale as a sheet, and his painful forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Weren't you pretty powerful just now! But you brat, you really have some strength! With your current cultivation level, you can actually fight with me for so long. It's really amazing!
But soon, your amazing natural spiritual power will be absorbed by me, hahaha! "
The ghost cultivator laughed forward and backward, staring at the young man at his feet with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, feeling extremely proud.
This ghost cultivator has lived for 200 years and has killed countless monks. His own strength is very strong, and even the Qinglan Sect Master may not be his opponent.
Qingluo was able to endure for so long, partly because of his talent, and partly because of his desperate desire to protect Liangyin.
Even though Qing Luo was in so much pain, he still grabbed the demon cultivator's calf with his bloody palm. Wanting to stop the ghost cultivator from touching Liang Yin.
"Huh?! You kid, you still have the strength to glare at me? Then I will blind your eyes first, and then chop off your hands first!"
Before the ghost cultivator finished speaking, he suddenly raised his sword and stabbed Qing Luo in the eyes with a ferocious expression.
Sharp blade. It expanded rapidly in front of Qing Luo.
Right in the middle of this electric light. The ghost cultivator's long sword was violently cut open.
Qing Luo turned around and saw a girl in embarrassment, holding a long sword and slashing at the demon cultivator.
"Sister!" Qing Luo opened his eyes in shock. He was very worried about Liangyin.
He thought of Shen, but all the extra bones in his body were broken by the demon cultivator. All the strength can't be used.
"Sister, leave quickly and leave me alone!" He struggled to get up and shouted anxiously at the girl fighting in the distance.
Liang Yin, who was struggling, turned around when he heard this and said with a determined expression: "I won't leave! Whether life or death, I will accompany you!"
Whether life or death, I will accompany you...
These words were like the sound of a ghost, instantly crashing into Qing Luo's chest. The emotion was accompanied by uncontrollable sadness. Spreads in the chest.
Sister, what virtue and ability can I have to make you love me so deeply
Even if Liangyin regained her legs, she still couldn't beat the ghost cultivator with her strength. It was simply too far behind.
It didn't take long. She was kicked in the abdomen by the ghost cultivator, and hit the stone wall with a bang and passed out.
"Sister!" Qing Luo's eyes widened in shock, and his eyes were split.
The ghost cultivator turned around, looked at Qing Luo here, and smiled sinisterly:
"You brat, you seem to like her very much? Then I will whip her spiritual root first, so that you can take a good look at her enjoying herself under me!"
The demon cultivator just finished speaking. Then he squatted down and put his palm on Liangyin's head, preparing to take away the five spirits.
"You deserve to die!" Qing Luo gritted his teeth as he watched this scene. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably because of anger.
The ghost cultivator didn't know that at the moment he took away the five spirits of Liangyin, Qingluo had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Qing Luo's fingers turned into sharp claws, and his black hair turned silver from the top of his head to the end of his hair.
Dark pupils. It was gradually covered with blood, and under the corner of the right eye, a bloody rose demon pattern gradually appeared.
There was a terrible evil spirit wrapped around him, and at the moment when the evil spirit was about to dissipate.
He was wearing a luxurious red robe. The red robe looked like blood and was embroidered with large pieces of Manzhu and Shahua.
The tail of the nine-day fox is shrouded in the black mist.
Just after the ghost cultivator finished extracting Liang Yin's gifted spirit root, he suddenly felt a cold and terrifying murderous aura, like the underworld knife of hell, which made people's scalp numb.
He raised his head sharply, and before he could see clearly, he saw a red afterimage rushing over.
A sting! It penetrated his chest, and he felt a sudden pain in his chest, and his heart was dug out by the red afterimage.
The demon cultivator looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, then slowly raised his head to look at the handsome man in front of him with a cold and evil expression. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
How can this be…
He is obviously a dying boy. How could he become a monster? !
Before the demon cultivator could figure it out, he fell to the ground with a bang, lifeless.
Skinny old skin. Gradually deflated. In an instant, it turned into a pile of bones.
Qing Luo didn't even look at the demon cultivator who turned into bones. He lowered his head, knelt down, and hugged the girl who was covered in blood on the ground with a distressed look on his face.
The girl's forehead was bruised and covered in blood, which looked particularly horrifying.
There was no trace of disgust in Qing Luo's eyes. He raised his hand and gently covered the wound on the girl's forehead with his claw-shaped palm. Treat it.
The male god in the villain's whitewashing system looked at Qing Luo's familiar attire, with a look of confusion on his cat's face:
In these ancient times, is it still popular to match clothes and dress up? How come the image of the big boss looks so similar to that of his Demon Emperor