Chapter 59 Demon Cult, You Win

She took a step forward and stood beside Yue Qingling.

The little immortal was now as delicate as a crabapple hit by a storm.

He said with a look of decline: "Stop it, I won't cooperate with you..."

"No cooperation? Haha, Channu~"

Leng Feiran shouted proudly.

"Here."

Yue Qingling's soul was created to obey the leader of Qingyue Sect.

If Yue Qingling can't control it, then it is Leng Feiran's subordinate.

"He doesn't want to cooperate with me."

"Understood."

Channu mechanically mobilized the functions of his body according to the Extreme Yang Extreme Hardness Art.

Yue Qingling inexplicably began to recite the "Extreme Yang Extreme Hardness Art", the most proud spell of Shadow Immortal, and now used it on himself.

Damn Shadow Immortal, all the stuff I found in your cave is now used by Leng Feiran!

Wait for me to go out, do you think I will dig your grave?

Who did you work hard for in this secret adventure?

But this bit of rationality was also diluted.

He has adjusted his state and is ready to die at any time.

…

Leng Feiran said with satisfaction: "Your exploration of the secret realm this time is really rewarding."

Yue Qingling, who regained her sanity: "…"

This is the first time I've heard of someone digging a hole for himself.

Leng Feiran stood up leisurely, she opened the beauty picture and asked calmly.

"Friend Huang, have you admitted defeat?"

"The demon cult witch..."

Huang Xinning had already collapsed, she didn't even need to guess, she knew what Leng Feiran was doing just now.

"Hey, I'm a demon cult witch again? Well, Qingling, if your new master doesn't love you, I'll love you."

Leng Feiran put the beauty picture away again to avoid making people feel uncomfortable.

She entered Yue Qingling's spiritual platform again.

Afterwards, Yue Qingling began to twist painfully on the ground.

This kind of torture is comparable to torture.

"Qingling..."

Huang Xinning's heart was broken in the beauty picture.

She seemed to have a telepathic connection and could feel the misery of her lover.

Leng Feiran must be torturing his soul.

How painful it must be!

But she could only watch in the picture of the beauty, and could not help at all.

Yue Qingling suffered a lot this time. Leng Feiran seemed to be competing with him, letting him know the consequences of running away.

Until he was almost in a coma, Leng Feiran came out slowly.

Yue Qingling had only one idea at this time.

Whatever you say is what it is, he dared not resist anymore.

But Leng Feiran's target was not him.

She slowly got up, took out the picture of the beauty, looked at Huang Xinning, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and asked calmly.

"Huang Daoyou, what do you think now?"

"Master Leng, I was wrong, all the mistakes were my fault, please let him go."

Huang Xinning looked helplessly in the picture, and she finally spoke softly.

Leng Feiran smiled slightly: "Then I'll make a condition for you."

"Tell me, as long as you stop torturing him, I'll agree to anything you want."

"Then I want Lingjing Sect to be merged into our Qingyue Sect!"

Leng Feiran said seriously.

A trace of pity flashed across Huang Xinning's decayed face. That was a sect that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Is it going to be destroyed in her hands now?

But then, she thought of Yue Qingling's miserable condition and smiled helplessly.

The two of them are now meat on the chopping board, and they can be cut as they want.

Since it's like this, there is only one way to go, which is surrender.

Leng Feiran, you are worthy of being the Demon Cult Queen of Dongzhou. You can use such means.

Demon Cult, you win.