Chapter 3 Slave of Chanjuan

Leng Feiran's expression was gloomy.

Channu Immortal Technique is the highest immortal technique of Qingyue Sect, but it is not mysterious in Sijingzhou.

Because for ten thousand years, no one has been able to practice this set of immortal techniques.

Channu Immortal Technique can not only improve cultivation, but also provide all-round knowledge. It is almost an encyclopedia.

Kung Fu, martial arts, medical skills, puppetry, formations, etc., all are proficient.

If Yue Qingling really practiced it, he would be the first person under the saint in the world!

"I have told you, can I leave now?"

Yue Qingling felt a little reluctant, but there was no need to miss the feelings that should have been cut off long ago.

After this departure, the two will have nothing to do with each other in the future.

Leng Feiran stared at him blankly, still saying some inexplicable words.

"In order to ensure the long-term prosperity of the Qingyue Sect, the Empress Qingyue specially developed two sets of immortal cultivation mental methods. The "Qingfeng Mingyue Jue" can be said to be a grand road, while the "Channu Immortal Method" is rugged and steep.

In the thirteenth chapter of the "Mingyue Chapter", there is an extremely obscure spell that seems to be able to control the cultivators who have practiced the "Channu Immortal Method"..."

"Master, can I leave now?" Yue Qingling didn't want to pay attention to her, so she asked again.

Leng Feiran slowly stood in front of him, but her eyes were fixed on his chest: "You are now a strong man in the Tianxiu realm, which means that you already have a Yuanying meditation in your three-inch spirit platform, right?"

Yue Qingling looked at her coldly: "This is already the second question."

Leng Feiran did not respond, but just stared at the chest of the Immortal Venerable and silently recited the spell in the thirteenth chapter of the Mingyue Chapter.

"The slave of Chanjuan, called by the moon..."

"Swoosh!"

In just a moment, Leng Feiran felt that she had entered a clear and spiritual place, and she seemed to have an extra perception.

She exclaimed, and then she found that her consciousness appeared in Yue Qingling's three-inch spiritual platform.

And her body was still standing in front of Yue Qingling.

Leng Feiran saw that on the cold and safe three-inch spiritual platform, there was a Yue Qingling with a white glow sitting upright. This was his soul!

"What did you do?"

A voice came.

Leng Feiran heard Yue Qingling's slightly panicked question.

She could still see Yue Qingling's expression in her flesh.

He covered his chest, and his lips were pale with shock.

Leng Feiran did not answer, she slowly came to Yue Qingling's soul.

The soul emitting white light was really like a fairy, handsome and elegant to the extreme.

Leng Feiran laughed dumbly.

Haha, what a bullshit immortal?

After all, isn't it a puppet of my demon sect?

This three-inch spiritual platform, did you let me in so easily?

"Master Leng! Please come out immediately!" Yue Qingling realized the danger. After he looked inside, he was shocked.

The place of the Yuanying of the immortal cultivator should be the place with the strongest defense. How could someone come in so easily?

The other party's consciousness can completely ravage his Yuanshen!

How could Leng Feiran listen to him?

She walked gracefully and came to the side of Yue Qingling's Yuanshen. She gently squatted beside the crystal clear Yuanying, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently poked the Yuanying.

Just like that.

Yue Qingling collapsed directly to the ground.

The Yuanying of the immortal cultivator is extremely sensitive and can't stand being touched at all. If it is touched slightly, it will immediately become weak all over.

Yue Qingling struggled to stand up and threatened Leng Feiran's body.

But where would Leng Feiran give him a chance?

She changed her pitiful look just now, and directly pushed Yue Qingling's soul down and sat on its waist.

"Master Leng... stop..."

Yue Qingling collapsed on the ground, and the whole person fell into a sensitivity that he had never experienced before.

He just felt that his heart was grasped by Leng Feiran.

Let him live, he can live, let him die, he will die immediately!

The youngest and most promising immortal in the Four Realms Continent was twitching on the ground, and that beautiful face was already after being humiliated.

Leng Feiran did not move too much, she just lay on the soul, looking at the crystal clear beauty, and asked proudly: "What did you call me?"

"Master Leng... hiss..."

Leng Feiran twisted his soul arm without any hesitation.

Yue Qingling was instantly sweating profusely, curled up on the ground and gasped.

"I'll give you another chance. What do you call me?"

Yue Qingling couldn't stand the humiliation of his soul. He trembled and whispered: "Master... Master... Master... Please forgive me this time."

Everything seemed to have returned to four years ago. He was like this in the basement at that time. These words were taught to him by Leng Feiran. He shouted when he couldn't stand it anymore.

Leng Feiran sneered: "Aren't you always chasing me? Come on, kill me."

She pinched the face of the soul fiercely and rubbed it hard, without any mercy.

Yue Qingling just felt extremely uncomfortable, and there was unspeakable discomfort all over his body.

He couldn't help scratching his chest with both hands until his clothes were torn and there were more than a dozen red scars on his chest.

But even so, it was useless.

It was really better to die than to have the soul controlled by others.

You can't live or die!

Yue Qingling had never been so spineless as today. He almost knelt on the ground, with his pretty face pressed into the dirt, crying and saying painfully: "Master... I beg you... I beg you... I will do anything you ask me to do..."

Finally.

Leng Feiran had enough fun, so she stopped. She held down the Yuanshen, who had a peaceful look on his face, and she was still a little reluctant.

She said proudly: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"I know..."

"Should I be punished?"

"Yes... Ling'er is willing to be punished."

"You are really my traitor!" Leng Feiran couldn't help but pinch the Yuanshen's face again.

Oh, I have to say, this Yuanshen feels really good.

Yue Qingling outside almost fainted.

Leng Feiran didn't continue to pester her, anyway, Yue Qingling's weakness had been mastered by her.

This immortal who was admired by thousands of people was now just a pet in her hands.

Leng Feiran chanted a spell and came out of Yue Qingling's three-inch spiritual platform.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Yue Qingling burrowing in the mud in a mess. Her white clothes were already dirty and she no longer had any fairy spirit, as if she had been stained by the mud.

"Puchi!" Leng Feiran couldn't help but laugh.

As a master and disciple, they both had to dig in the earth pit.

After laughing, Leng Feiran saw a little light in the distance.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in her beautiful eyes.

The fairies of Yao Palace and Lingjing Sect finally chased after them.

Leng Feiran had no intention of getting entangled with them.

The most urgent thing was to quickly control Yue Qingling to leave.

There is no need to worry about the lack of firewood.

She had not yet thoroughly studied the thirteenth chapter of Mingyue, and the trauma suffered by the Demon Cult this time was also very serious.

It was not a wise choice to continue fighting.

"You bitches, wait!"

She lifted Yue Qingling with one hand and said impatiently: "Hold me and run away!"

Yue Qingling's black hair hung on his face, and a few strands stuck to the corners of his mouth, mixed with dirty mud, making him look like a fairy who fell into a quagmire.

He looked at the stars in the distance, and among them was his favorite saint.

He knew that this was his only chance to escape.

But...

He closed his eyes in pain, picked up Leng Feiran, and flew into the sky.

It seemed that this opportunity could not be seized.