"Qingli, I can't touch her casually. But that half-demon girl killed three monsters in the mysterious city, right? She crushed their bodies to pieces. It's really disgusting."
These words echoed in the space, followed by another rumble and crash.
The vermilion figure is embedded in the wall, and the entrance of the cave is three to four meters deep.
Huge, spider-like cracks spread from the outside of the cave entrance, covering the entire wall.
The clone Sun Wukong stood suspended, his figure blocking the dim light, and a pair of sharp golden eyes staring into the hole in the wall.
"Even if she is a half-demon, she is still a weak woman. I will not be so despicable as to use a woman to threaten you to release Ao Bing."
Dou Zhanfu saw his clone walking in the void, entering the dark cave, grabbing a handful of hair with one hand, and dragging out the bloody young hero king.
The clone Sun Wukong stopped by the pothole, moved his left hand holding a handful of hair in front of him, and easily picked up the bloody body.
Feng Yu's feet were dangling in the air, his hands hanging naturally were dripping with blood, and his face was beyond recognition and bleeding continued.
"Seeing you beaten to death, those two women will be very distressed."
The cold and calm voice spoke cruel words. Victory Buddha sat down on the armchair that flew over, crossed his legs and stretched out a hand.
The lotus flower radiating colorful treasures floated out from the palm of the hand, growing from small to large, blooming beautifully and purely.
Two women appear in the center of the lotus, sitting motionless on chairs with backs to backs.
The side of Dragon God Qingli was facing Fengyu, and he was shocked by the scene that came into view.
"As long as you say a word, I will let him go."
"say what?"
"Don't you understand yet?"
The clone Sun Wukong's whole body burned with golden flames, and the warm and gorgeous colors beat silently.
The interior of the dance studio was shrouded in light, and was melted and decomposed by the light with destructive power. The four walls connected to the entire building disappeared in an instant.
The night wind mixed with raindrops blew the golden hair of the Victorious Buddha. The body leaning on the armchair was suspended in the air, with a large colorful lotus blooming in front of him.
Two women on tied seats are placed in the center of a lotus flower.
Qingli looked at the clone Sun Wukong who released the terrifying power, feeling extremely horrified and frightened in her heart.
"The person who tied the bell must untie it. You tell him to leave Ao Bing alone, and he will listen to you."
The cold and ruthless words coming from behind were like a sharp blade, piercing Qingli's heart.
The avatar, Sun Wukong, carried the Young Hero King and flew into the sky. He transformed into a rotating giant wheel. The outer ring rotated slowly, growing bone spur spokes connected to the outer ring. The central axis formed a withered claw with a half-held palm.
The dying man fell into the withered claws, and the sharp bone spurs penetrated his back, passed through his arms and legs, and his throat was also pierced. His body was like a thousand holes.
He woke up from the pain and gradually opened his eyes. His golden pupils were filled with blood. Looking through the hazy sight, he vaguely saw the existence in the lotus.
The depressed and sad look of Dragon God Qingli came into view, and he comforted her with a weak voice: "It's okay."
He experienced all these pains and tortures because the Dragon God originally begged him to save Ao Bing, but he actually felt that it was okay to be hurt.
"You blame yourself and feel guilty, right? Then order him to release Ao Bing? If you can't bear your apprentice, how can you bear with him?"
Dou Zhanfu deliberately hurt Feng Yu to attack the Dragon God, so that the woman would be filled with regret and guilt.
Qingli clenched her hands into fists, lowered her face in pain, and closed her eyes.
The two chairs rotate position and change direction.
"Don't you dare to open your eyes and look at him? When you were confused, didn't you think that you would push him into the abyss?"
The figure in the armchair disappeared in an instant and appeared in front of the Dragon God.
A sudden hand grabbed her neck, and Qingli opened her eyes suffocatingly.
"Emotional woman."
The Dou Zhan Buddha's gaze was condescending, with cold and heartless disdain in his eyes.
“If Ao Bing had not been nosy when Nezha had his skin peeled and cramped, there wouldn’t be so many bad things happening now.
This is all your fault. "
Seeing the dragon god being hurt, Fengyu couldn't bear it anymore.
"Are you coming at me? You look very unmanly when you threaten a woman."
A bone spur penetrated the back of his head and passed through his mouth.
The pale bone spurs extended from the mouth and split into two.
After winning the battle, Buddha appeared in front of the victim and asked coldly: "Can you still speak?"
The two tentacles split from the bone spurs pierced the young hero king's eyes and penetrated deep into his brain.
His body twitched in pain, and blood spurted out from his mouth and eyes.
"Monkey Sun, is that enough? He is already in such a miserable state."
Feng Yu still held the Grant Sword tightly in his right hand, and the demon king's cold and low voice came from the sword.
"You can't bear it anymore." The bright figure standing in the void showed a faint smile.
A bone spur stretched out from the wrist and cut off the right hand holding the sword hilt.
The Grant sword fell from the sky and was thrust into the ground. The severed hand on the hilt maintained its grip.
It was raining heavily, and the hot and dry night wind blew the girl's long pink hair.
The blood-red eyes opened, filled with murderous intent at the scene that greeted them.
Douzhan Buddha suddenly felt cold. He turned sideways and looked back, overlooking the lotus floating in the low sky, and felt the strong ghostly aura coming over him.
After experiencing the bullying of three monsters in the treacherous city, Leng Xianer's demon power was completely awakened, and she could still possess human consciousness while retaining her demon power.
She no longer has to worry about losing her mind due to an out-of-control demonic power explosion.
Seeing the people she cares about being hurt, she can finally stand up to protect them.
Before Dou defeated the Buddha's protector and captured her, he knocked her unconscious with a straightforward sneak attack.
Now that she is awake, she cannot be restrained by the golden ropes that bind her body.
When he tried to cut off the rope with both hands, gold photocurrent surged through his fisted hands, and a stiff and numb feeling penetrated his limbs.
The body became as unreal as an illusion, and finally even the afterimage and outline disappeared without a trace.
The size of the golden rope quickly shortened, and it was all tied around Dragon God Qingli.
After returning to the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan in the Lonely Sea with the Nine Dragon Pearls and eliminating the Dragon Clan rebels, the Dragon God Qingli returned to the universe to repair the barrier of Nanzhan Continent.
At that time, she was floating in space, and beneath her feet was a barrier like a glass cover, imprisoning the blue planet.
The smooth and hard barrier not only protects the blue planet from being invaded by alien species, but also imprisons the souls of the beings inside who are constantly reincarnating from life to life.
There are countless worlds in space, and all sentient beings are just in a cage.
There was a hole left in the barrier that was broken by the out-of-control moon. She was exhausted when repairing the hole. Not long after she returned to the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan, she was captured by the Fighting Buddha.
Feng Yu and the half-demon girl were in a situation where she was now helpless to help.
The severed hand on the sword hilt turned into powder and dissipated in the wind.
A hand as white as jade held the Grant Sword and made a gesture of drawing the sword.
Rich black energy emitted from the sword body, and the slender and graceful figure was shrouded in the strange mist.
"She was created by you, right? She is very suitable to be your container."
The demon king's unruly words echoed from the sword: "I despise this weak body, but I have always been thinking about Feng Yu."
"How much demonic power has she inherited from you?"
Victory Buddha's reaction was calm and composed, his arrogant gaze looking down at him was like looking at a bug.
"Come here, try it, can you kill me with your sword?"
This tone of inviting the half-demon girl to come over and spar with him is a provocation to the demon king Gren.
Although Leng Xian'er seems weak, her movement speed is not sluggish at all, and she has the fighting style of a warrior.
The body in the pure white dress was instantly transferred into the air, and the Grant's Sword slashed through a black light that penetrated the rainbow.
The cross-cutting beam only hit the afterimage lingering in the air.
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