Maoqiu roared and retreated unwillingly.

It is also the foundation of the divine beast, but it is defeated by the claws of another divine beast, so naturally it is unwilling to give up!

Looking at the crazy killing of Xuanbian Qilin, Feng Chenglin saw a little of the smell.

"San Young Master, it's wrong! This mysterious Qilin looks like a deep hatred against the mute...!"

He fought with Xuanbian Qilin.

It was more of a shock and warning to him, and did not kill him.

Otherwise, with his cultivation and adaptability, he would have been shot to his grandma's house with one claw.

But it was like an enemy meeting with Wuye Feng, and it was particularly jealous.

Every move is endless murderous intent, taking the other person's life.

Ling Luoyu stared at his wound and threw a pill: "How is your injury?"

Although the chest was so hot that it hurt, Fatty Feng gritted his teeth and endured it, swallowing the pill like chewing candy: "It's okay! I can't die!"

"If you can't die, go downstairs to see what happened to the dead man?!"

"……dead?!"

Feng Chenglin cursed while downing the stone stairs: "Who made such a stair? Can't you make a wider width? This is simply discrimination against us fat people, okay?"

Amid the angry curses, he saw the mummy and was stunned: "Fuck... there are really dead people?"

The mummy was black all over, her facial features were shrunk and sunken, her hair was dry and gray, and she leaned against the corner of the wall, and her bones had hardened. Obviously, she maintained a posture for a long time after her death.

At the finger of his right hand, there was a very strange arc.

Feng Chenglin gestded for a long time before he figured out what it was.

What is he holding?

Feng Chenglin stuck out his butt and turned around, only to find vague words on the ground.

When his heart moved, he quickly brushed away the dust on the surface, and then he could see clearly that it was some chiseled words.

Ling Luoyu lit a few torches, inserted them around, and sat leisurely on a dead branch, appreciating the battle between Xuanbian Qilin and Wuyefeng, which was nothing to do with it.

Even though Wu Ye Feng is the fifth level of Xuanhuang, the Xuan-chang Qilin is indeed the ninth level of the divine beast, and can barely evolve into a supreme beast. Such cultivation is almost equivalent to Xuan Shen's cultivation, and it is not something Wu Ye Feng can compete with.

So even though Wu Yefeng had done his best, he was still forced to retreat step by step, feeling embarrassed, and his body was even more colorful and covered in blood.

With the sound of shouting, Wu Yefeng slapped out with a palm, but he took advantage of the opportunity to take a few steps back and aimed at Ling Luoyu with a strange look.

"San Master, are you planning to sit there and watch the fun?"

Ling Luoyu was very calm: "Yes! Didn't you say that? We can't interfere here!"

Before Wu Yefeng could express his second sentence, the mysterious Qilin had already rushed to kill him, and his spiritual energy suddenly rose and bit him under his neck.

Every time it culminates, it is aimed at Wuyefeng's vital point.

"Wuyefeng, it seems that it hates you so much! I wonder if you dug up other people's ancestral graves or underestimated their ancestors!?"

Ling Luoyu's teasing made Wu Yefeng's face pale and he struggled to deal with it.

With a humming sound, Feng Chenglin squeezed out with difficulty.

"No, Third Young Master! That dead man was so trapped by the chains, I can't get it..."

"What are you doing to kill someone?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He was stunned for a long time before he blinked in a daze.

"Didn't you say... want me to see that... dead person?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "I asked you to see, but I didn't let you move!"

"Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier? I just wanted to tear the dead man out..."
Chapter completed!