Anhui Takelin's body was lying on the ground, and it had been penetrated by sword energy and thunder and lightning, and the figure could not be seen clearly.
But the moment her little finger moved slightly, Zhao Lian'er keenly caught it.
"Be careful! Get out of the way!"
Her face changed drastically and she yelled!
Just at this moment.
"Grrrr! Grrrrrrrr!"
A creepy laughter suddenly sounded under Wuntaklin!
The laughter was not loud, but it carried a terrifying penetrating power and went directly into the ears of everyone present!
The three people who heard the laughter were all shocked.
Then something even more incredible happened for them.
Before the laughter disappeared, Wuntaklin, who had been almost killed into black ash, suddenly disappeared from the same place.
This scene made the three people present instantly feel terrified!
However, before they could react, they woke up from the shock.
Zhao Lian'er and Zhao Wanzi had already opened their eyes wide, watching helplessly as Wuntaklin appeared out of nowhere, stood behind Song Jianqiu, grabbed his neck from behind, and held Song Jianqiu's life and death in the palm of his hand.
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Song Jianqiu seemed to have her lifeline under her control.
Her neck was held in the palm of Anhui Takelin's hand, her face turned purple, her mouth opened wide, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
"Cluck, cluck..."
Anhui Takelin stood behind Song Jianqiu, only half of her face was exposed, and she let out a laugh that was neither yin nor yang, and her gender could not be distinguished.
"I didn't expect you guys to be quite capable..."
Wuntaklin's voice was completely different from just now.
When Zhao Wanzi and Zhao Lianer heard this, they felt inexplicably in a trance, as if they were not facing Wuntaklin, but someone else!
"Borrowing a dead body to bring back a soul?"
Zhao Wanzi was the first to react: "She is not Wuntaklin, she is the demon god hidden in Wuntaklin's body!"
Zhao Lian'er's pretty face also changed, and she had obviously thought of this.
"You are the devil!"
She stared coldly at the half face that appeared behind Song Jianqiu.
With just a few movements of his hand, he can easily control the life and death of a god-level sword cultivator in his hands.