Feng Wuye arrived behind Qin Zicheng with his extremely strange body technique.

When Qin Zicheng realized something was wrong, he just turned his body and heard Feng Wuyao vomiting blood.

This perception shocked Qin Zicheng.

After all, after knowing Feng Wuyao for so long, he always thought that the boy was a top-notch person.

Almost omnipotent.

Just now, under his nose, the boy was injured in order to protect him.

Self-blame...

There was a piece of jade in Feng Wuyao's hand at some point. She held it tightly. In just a few breaths, the jade had turned into powder and drifted in the air, mixing with the disgusting black gas.

It was not until the black air gradually gathered that Qin Zicheng noticed that the temperature here seemed to have dropped a lot.

There is a sense of coldness inexplicably.

In fact, even under normal circumstances, you will feel cold.

Feng Wuyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "I thought I was a master of enlightenment, but I didn't expect that he was just a waste who could only make a fool of himself!"

"You're looking for death!"

Feng Wuyao heard the voice wrapped in black air and snorted coldly again, "Since you met me today, I'll send you to hell!"

Although Feng Wuyao had just been impacted, he had the help of jade, and just leaned against Qin Zicheng, the purple energy gave her soul excellent nourishment. It was not difficult to kill the evil ghost on the other side.

In order to end it early so as not to cause trouble again, Feng Wuye immediately opened up his aura and had no worries about starting his move.

Qin Zicheng could only see the two phantoms in front of him entangled back and forth, but it was difficult to judge the other party's accurate position.

Such strength is enough to make Qin Zi feel ashamed.

Feng Wuyao kicked out, grabbed the void with his right hand, "Catch it!"

I saw that the black air gathered in the direction of her fist, and she herself drew circles with her hands. In the blink of an eye, the black air had been condensed into a black ball the size of a human head.

The person who had fought with Feng Wuye before had no cover, and had already revealed his true face.

Feng Wuye did not avoid Qin Zicheng, and directly compressed the black air again and again, and then used the Yu Ling Art to suck the thing into his body.

It was difficult to refine it for a while.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Feng Wuye hit a talisman and successfully forced the man to stop.

Just as he took a step, the spiritual energy in Feng Wuye's body began to be out of control, "Puff!"

Feng Wuyao, who vomited blood again, was quickly brought into his arms by Qin Zishou, "How is it?"

Feng Wuyao looked up, and there were only a pair of eyes on his pale face as white as snow, which was bright and shiny, reminding people of the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"I'm fine, cough, but I may not be able to use force for the time being."

In fact, because Feng Wuyao absorbed too much evil energy and was hit by the opponent before, the spiritual power and evil energy in his body were rushing around, and it was a miracle that he did not cause the spiritual power to die violently.

"Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

Feng Wuyao looked at him with a smile. It was so good. With the warmth of purple air, she felt that the evil energy in her body was slowly gathering.

Or, she could think about it, it would be better if she could stay by his side for a long time.

Feng Wuyao only felt his eyelids a little heavy and his mind was dizzy.

Her body tilted and she fell into her "purple thighs" arms as she wished.
Chapter completed!