Chapter 5: Evil Cultivation Method

But.

For this sickly empress, you don't speak, right?

It's wrong not to speak!

"Pa!"

Another slap.

"Why don't you speak?

Hmm? Do you want me, the master, to play in your belly?"

Although Leng Feiran's words were cold, her eyes were eager as fire.

She was eager to try and wanted to enter Yue Qingling's three-inch spiritual platform to play.

Think of that pure and beautiful soul, which feels like a piece of soft jade.

It's cool, comfortable and cute.

Hurry up, hurry up, this master misses him too much!

Yue Qingling didn't want to suffer anymore, so he could only say humbly: "Master, you are here? Have you dealt with everything? Have you recovered?"

After being asked three times by Yue Qingling, Leng Feiran's enthusiasm was also hindered.

This is a serious matter, and she is more or less ambitious.

She replied calmly: "I'm well, but there's something fun, do you want to play?"

Yue Qingling raised his head weakly, he looked at his wrist, it had been strangled by the blue dragon tendons and had lost its color.

What else is there to play with?

Leng Feiran didn't think so, she used the magic sound to transmit: "Bring the person here."

Soon, two guards were seen dragging a dying woman in.

"Hu Teng!"

The woman was thrown at Yue Qingling's feet.

The guards left quickly.

Yue Qingling looked down at the woman, she didn't have many injuries on her body, but her chest was bleeding, it was obvious that she was seriously injured and would not live long.

Leng Feiran kicked the woman lightly with her toes and said lightly: "A spy from Lingjing Sect, who came here but did not behave properly, and wanted to assassinate me.

Speaking of which, she has a high status in Lingjing Sect. She is the sister of their leader, Huang Xinyan.

By the way, do you know what the leader of Lingjing Sect is called?"

Yue Qingling: "Lingfei Fairy Huang Xinning, Earth Cultivator Bihai Realm."

He looked at Huang Xinyan and was secretly surprised.

The spy sent by Lingjing Sect has such a high status?

Now that he has been caught, he is probably going to die.

He sighed softly and couldn't bear to watch.

The Demon Sect and the Righteous Sect fought each other, and countless people were killed and injured. He couldn't save them.

"Ahem, Leng Feiran, you have done so many evil things, you will not die well!"

Huang Xinyan's time is running out, but she uses up her last strength to curse Leng Feiran.

It can be seen that the two families are already fighting to the death.

Leng Feiran was furious instantly.

The Demon Cult Empress is naturally moody.

She lowered her head and wanted to reach out to grab Huang Xinyan's hair, but when she saw her embarrassed look, she withdrew her hand with disgust.

She said coldly: "I will not die well? You will not die well, right?

You are a waste, you should be a spy well, and you are also engaged in assassination?

Your sister slapped me, I stabbed you with a sword, we are considered to have paid off!"

She looked up at Yue Qingling and found that he closed his eyes tightly, obviously not wanting to see the miserable situation in front of him.

Leng Feiran smiled playfully, and the air flow moved, and Yue Qingling fell off the dragon tendon.

He was not mentally prepared, and this time he sat directly on the ground. Before he could ask questions, Leng Feiran threw him a dagger.

The dagger was not an ordinary thing, and a gem with a faint glow was inlaid at the tail.

Leng Feiran said playfully: "Kill her."

Yue Qingling took a deep breath and held the dagger without moving.

Leng Feiran knew what he was like, so she squatted in front of him and reached out to grab his collar.

"I asked you to kill her!"

Yue Qingling didn't dare to look Leng Feiran in the eye, but he still mustered up the courage to refute.

"Master... I... I can't do it."

"You are thinking about your famous and upright Lin Qingyu, right? You are afraid that if you kill her and get the blood of Lingjing Sect on you, Yao Palace will ignore you, right?"

Leng Feiran saw through his thoughts.

Yue Qingling remained silent. He was just kind and didn't want to kill anyone.

But Leng Feiran didn't continue to force him. She just stretched out her hand and said threateningly: "Well, give me your jade hairpin, and I won't force you."

Yue Qingling looked at the master in despair, and the other party raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Yue Qingling lost, and he didn't have many bargaining chips to negotiate.

He took out the jade hairpin tremblingly and gave it to Leng Feiran again.

"Hmph, indecisive, even if you don't kill her, she won't survive!

Why not give her a quick death."

Leng Feiran sneered, she reached out and touched Yue Qingling's face again, and said with a smile: "I'm going to refine your jade hairpin, and I won't be able to give it to others in the future. I'll come to you later, we haven't started playing yet."

She was in a good mood and left quickly.

She walked out, stretched out her hand, and the dragon tendons surrounded the cell.

It seems that she really cares about this jade hairpin.

Yue Qingling looked at Huang Xinyan who was dying in front of him. He was powerless and could only sadly put her in a position, let her head rest on his knees, and try to make her breathe smoother.

He said softly: "Fairy Huang, I... I can't save you."

Huang Xinyan's pretty face was pale. She looked noble and elegant, with a round and friendly face, looking like a gentle aunt.

She also knew that she was going to die soon. She held Yue Qingling's hand tightly with one hand and said faintly: "Child, I don't blame you... ahem, I just can't complete my sister's mission."

"The Demon Cult was driven to the Nine Netherworlds. No matter how you look at it, it is also a great achievement. Fairy Huang, don't blame yourself too much."

"Hey, that's good...

Hey, I really want to see the peach blossoms on Lingjing Mountain...

I miss my silly niece so much...

I miss my sister so much..."

Huang Xinyan is on her deathbed.

It seems that none of her wishes can be fulfilled.

Yue Qingling only felt that her lips were dead and her teeth were cold, and it would be his turn to suffer next.

But at this moment, Yue Qingling suddenly thought of a spell in the "Chan Nu Immortal Technique".

When a monk is about to die, she can place her spiritual consciousness on a magic weapon.

Very few people know this kind of mentality, and even if someone does, it will be regarded as evil practice.

After all, death is like a lamp going out, and trapping a person's soul in a magic weapon is contrary to nature.

Moreover, if the spiritual consciousness does not go away, then won’t you think about seizing the body next?

That is even more evil!

But how can Yue Qingling care about this at this time?

He couldn't see hope, so he didn't want Huang Xinyan to die so soon.

Otherwise, he would really be in the dark.

"I'm sorry, Fairy Huang!"

The green dragon tendons are tied to a cell. In this cell, Yue Qingling can return to the realm of heavenly cultivation.

He saw the dagger.

This is the Empress's weapon, it must be a magic weapon!

He began to exercise his power.

"call!"

Huang Xinyan's dissipating consciousness was pulled out of her broken body, and before she could think about it, she got into the dagger.

Yue Qingling looked at Huang Xinyan's body and chanted again.

"Feel sorry!"

He picked up the dagger and plunged it into Huang Xinran's body.

Afterwards, Yue Qingling banged on the cell door.

"Come here, someone is dead, throw the body out!"