They learned from the arrested immortals of the immortal sect that they learned the extraordinary nature of Ling Chengzi. There are very few alchemists in the fairy world. If they can capture her as slavery, the Shixian Sect and the Holy Spirit City will have a fixed source of elixir. It is difficult for powerful alchemists to control them, but it is easy for a small earth immortal like Qingling to control her.
"Oh? So I have such a function?" It sounded relaxed, but in fact, she was secretly ready to take the opportunity to escape again.
Never fall into the hands of the other party, otherwise they will only become their tool puppets. Qingling believes that those powerful Daluo Jinxian must have magic to control people's hearts. Once they are controlled, they will lose themselves and never be reborn.
Even if you die, you have to fight!
The storm in the fairy world was surging too quickly, which caught people off guard. Things were not carried out step by step, leaving Qingling with the opportunity to become stronger. A series of ***ks were big moves at the high level, and she could only passively bear it and try her best to survive in troubled times.
"Your choice is to follow me or be arrested." Meng Jiang's tone was calm. He was not the two reckless golden immortals before. As the number one in the Holy Spirit City, Daluo Jinxian, he could crush Qingling dozens of times even if he moved his fingers. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many tricks he could be strangled, it was not that he underestimated the spirit too much, but that the power effect was. Even if the person in front of him was a golden immortal, he would not have the chance to escape in his hands.
"what to do!"
"What if I don't do it? This old guy is too strong. I'm not an opponent. Even if I'm determined to escape, I don't plan to have the ability to cover you to slip away from his nose." Zibao has made the most conservative judgment, but this judgment is a huge bad news for Qingling. Could it be that he really wants to surrender?
Even Zibao has no ability, Quanquan is even more defeated.
Receiving Qingling's thoughts, Quanquan's low roar overflowed from the dragon's mouth in depression, but used his mental power to communicate frequently with Qingling.
"Miss, Quanquan will help you block it. You can find an opportunity to leave!"
"Are you sure?"
"No!"
As expected, Qingling sighed in her heart again. Little Golden Dragon had already made plans to die at any time. It was such a foolish dragon, and she had never been able to follow her. She would never leave Quanquan and leave alone.
"Have you considered it? Should I follow me or be arrested?" Meng Jiang asked again, his patience had almost been wiped out.
"I……"
"It seems that you don't plan to follow me obediently, so I'll do it myself."
Finally, Qingling's silence exhausted Meng Jiang's patience. He stopped listening to Qingling's answer. He reached out and gently pushed a palm towards Quanquan. Before the golden dragon could take measures to rush up, he was instantly frozen in a small hill-like ice cube. Then his vitality passed away rapidly...
So awesome! Quanquan couldn't even stop a round trip under the opponent's men!
With her eyes widened in amazement, Qingling's face was pale, and she had a symbiotic contract with Quanquan. The vitality of the Golden Dragon faded, so she took it together. She felt her life gradually fading away, and a sense of powerlessness flowed out from the bottom of her heart. When Meng Jiang saw this, she also saw some misunderstandings.
"Little girl, you can actually sign a symbiosis contract with the Golden Dragon! This..."
Meng Jiang was slightly surprised that the dragon clan was a proud person, and he was able to establish such trust with them. Ling Chengzi's disciple was indeed extraordinary. No wonder he would accept disciples with great fanfare, but this ridiculous recruitment became a necessary beginning to destroy the Ascension Sect.
In the freezing, the golden light on Quanquan was scattered, and the golden scales gradually dimmed. The purple-gold pupils were filled with reluctance and pain, but in contrast to their strength, it was powerless.
"Miss... Quanquan can't help you anymore..."
Although it was frozen, Quanquan could still communicate with Qingling before he died. Such a message was like a last word. Seeing the little dragon walking with him in such a state, Qingling couldn't help but feel a sore corner of his eyes.
Fool, can I continue to live if you die? The innocent little dragon forgot that the symbiotic contract between them existed. Perhaps it was for other reasons.
"Miss, you must live well..." Quanquan said, slowly closing his eyes in the ice, and a pair of fully grown dragon horns turned into golden light in the ice layer and disappeared. In the dark, Qingling felt an unexplained emotion rising in her heart. Her vitality stopped passing and her face no longer continued to pale.
But in contrast, the spring spring is already in the ice layer without knowing whether to live or die.
Is this what it said to let yourself live well?
"Quanquan--"
Tears rolled down, Qingling shouted in vain, and as soon as he moved, he came to the huge ice cube, his palm pressed against the ice layer, and the cold ice instantly frozen her palm and ice layer together. When she broke free, her palm was already covered in blood and blood...