Although Feiyue's tone was still cold, Ning Xiaofan still heard his concern for him from the words.

This may be the unique expression of Leng Beauty, with a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart.

Saying concerns is like a choking thing.

He took a step sideways and took out the ancient Rashomon.

He brought Feiyue to the Baiman Mountains.

Here, he can use his full strength to display his cultivation without fear of collapse and sinking.

“The scenery here is a bit more beautiful than when I came last time.”

Feiyue stared at the lush peach forest in front of her, and the green Longhu Lake couldn't help but exclaim.

"If my aunt wants to live here forever, I can also build a house for you here. With so many Yellow Turban heroes, I can build another Xiaoyaoju in minutes."

A trace of fascination flashed in Feiyue's eyes, but perhaps because he didn't want to have much involvement with Ning Xiaofan, the affectionate eyes were immediately replaced by a layer of frost.

"It's still no need. Take the pill first, and you can protect the Dharma for me."

Feiyue said in a cold voice, and at the same time, she chose a flat open space, sat cross-legged, and closed her beautiful eyes slightly.

Then lightly open the mouth of the sandalwood, and a pure and peaceful spiritual energy wrapped around a black and white. Two pills were quickly refined in the abdomen, releasing a large amount of medicinal essence and pouring into Feiyue's whole body.

Ning Xiaofan did not dare to be negligent, and immediately pointed the big acupoints all over his body to increase his attention to the extreme.

At the same time, the soul power spreads and flows around.

Monitoring the movements around.

Now, it’s impossible to be careless. Any small mistake may cause Feiyue to fall!

But after Feiyue took two sixth-grade pills, her originally calm expression suddenly became tense.

His breathing even began to become rapid, and he made a muffled groan, obviously he was experiencing great pain!

On her skin, black flame scars began to emerge at an astonishing speed, faster and more.

Soon, Feiyue's peerless face was even covered by the scars of Mo Linghuo, and her whole body looked extremely terrifying, like a big gecko.

Ning Xiaofan couldn't help but grab his fist. At this moment, he began to get nervous when he saw Feiyue's appearance.

Mo Linghuo's scars expanded very quickly. It originally spread from the chest to the upper body, but even his face was not spared.

Then it quickly went down. Feiyue's white moon's long gown was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the scar emitting ink light penetrated directly. At this time, it could be seen very clearly without using the golden eyes of the fire.

A hint of anxiety appeared on Ning Xiaofan's face.

But I could only worry, but I couldn't get close. Because as the seal of the sorrow of the Mo Ling Fire appeared again, a vast energy that had penetrated the earth actually formed a scorching invisible protection circle around Feiyue.

In a vague way, Ning Xiaofan saw a vague portrait.

Wearing a black gilded dragon robe, she looks like an emperor.

Although I can't see the facial features clearly, the majesty that makes people feel fear from the bottom of my heart and involuntarily wants to kneel down and surrender makes Ning Xiaofan think of someone instantly!

The Lord of Wushen Mountain, Wushen Qin Traits the Sky!

Too scary.

How strong is he?

Just a will that exists in the seal can bring Ning Xiaofan so shocking, like a giant mountain that is rushing towards him, even almost suffocating!

Ning Xiaofan was inexplicably shocked. When he was about to use the spiritual energy in his body to resist, the pressure around him was instantly drained and the pressure suddenly decreased.

He looked closely and saw that Feiyue, which was originally covered by a dark green scar, had four energy colors, such as red, ink, black and silver, on her snow-like skin.

The four energy channels alternately appear. Each time they appear, the color of the Mo Ling Fire Sorrow fades a little.

Feiyue's expression was even more painful.

This means that the five-colored spiritual light is in her body, and the fierce struggle is taking place.

Needless to think about it, the medicine power was in Feiyue's body, and it was fighting against the will of the martial god.

But now it seems that the medicine is powerful.

The dark green scars gradually faded from the initially extremely rich color, and now they are almost no longer visible.

The frequency of the four-color energy flickering has also begun to gradually slow down.

Feiyue's expression gradually calmed down, but her forehead was covered with painful sweat.

It seems that the pervert poison is about to be completed.

Ning Xiaofan let out a long sigh. It seemed that everything went well.

After all, it is two sixth-grade pills, and the other party is just a seal.

Even if he is powerful, he is just a phantom and cannot organize any resistance.

This was also the first time that Ning Xiaofan and Qin Tatian had confronted each other. Obviously, he won.

Ning Xiaofan smiled, a little proud.

Well?!

Just as he smiled, the situation took a sharp turn!

The Mo Ling Fire Sorrow, which was so faint that it was almost impossible to see, suddenly exerted force, and the scar was ten times stronger than before, and it appeared again!

Feiyue's facial features became distorted, she gritted her silver teeth tightly, and held back without saying a word!

This time the attack was extremely violent.

It seemed that Qin Tatian's will was also roaring in his body, but the four-colored spiritual light retreated step by step!

The scar is so rich that Feiyue's facial features are blurred.

I can hardly see the appearance clearly, I can only see the dark green color of a human figure!

The four-colored spiritual light firmly occupies the heart, while the ink spiritual fire shines with its might and constantly sieges.

Every collision, flashes.

Feiyue will suffer a little.

The colors of both sides are brighter.

"How can there be signs of breaking out of the body?!"

Ning Xiaofan was shocked and flashed the ring, and the sky-burning hammer was already held in his hand.

At this time, Feiyue's skin began to tremble violently.

The power of the Mo Linghuo and the elixir were getting more and more dazzling, and even stretched out Feiyue's skin.

"Swoosh!"

Accompanied by puff...

With a crisp sound, two inspirational lights flew out from the coffin above Feiyue's head.

Accompanied by Fei Yue's shrill scream, two spiritual lights floated in the air and gradually condensed into two figures.

Feiyue fainted on the ground, unconscious.

Ning Xiaofan rushed over quickly, and a large amount of spiritual energy was constantly instilled into Feiyue's body, causing her weak aura to gradually revive.

After her face began to return from paleness to rosy, and even her facial features relaxed and became quiet.

Ning Xiaofan finally let out a long sigh, then raised his head, staring at the abnormality in the sky!

Two rays of inspiration, one black and one ink.

Black is the sealing power of the sacred Mo Linghuo, which hovered slowly in the air and finally condensed into a phantom.

It was a tall man wearing a dragon-black robe and a crown on his head, just like an emperor.

He also held a simple horse-killing saber in his hand, majestic.

The dark green is the medicinal power of two sixth-grade elixirs, which hovered in the air for a while, and finally formed an image of wearing cloth straw sandals, a hat on the head, and a straw whip on the hand.

Shennong Dharma image?!
Chapter completed!