Countless amounts of spiritual fluid poured into Sang Ying's nose and mouth crazily. This was the first time that Sang Ying felt that her body was about to burst from the spiritual energy.

She seemed to be still falling, but her nearly blurred mind told her that this spiritual pool was not that deep at all.

Sang Ying shouldn't have been shot down in the first place. Although He Lun's blow was strong, Sang Ying was still a cultivator of spiritual transformation, so she couldn't bear it.

Just when she passed over the spiritual pool, a powerful force pulled her into the spiritual liquid.

The spiritual liquid continued to pour in, blocking Sang Ying's mouth and nose.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Jiang Zhuoxue calling her, but when Sang Ying opened her mouth, only a bubble quickly floated away in the slightly viscous spiritual liquid.

"Sang Ying, Sang Ying!" Jiang Zhuoxue watched Sang Ying being shot down with his own eyes. He panicked and hit He Lun hard, then rushed to the spiritual pool to look for her.

But the blue liquid can be seen to the bottom at a glance. Except for the huge white skeleton lying quietly at the bottom, there is nothing in the entire spiritual pool!

Where has Sang Ying gone, and where are her people?!

Jiang Zhuoxue was almost driven crazy by this accident. His eyes that he had always carefully concealed immediately turned into glass-colored vertical pupils. The hand that was holding Chi An's hands slowly became covered with a layer of scales.

With a little force, the pool bank was crushed into pieces.

Duan Hanyi, who was carrying the sword balloons given by Sang Ying around to attack the Tingchao sect, did not miss that scene. Sang Ying's sudden fall made his heart beat a beat slower.

Duan Hanyi didn't even think about it, and casually smashed the sword balloon in his hand at the feet of an elder. He didn't even have time to see how badly the elder was hit. If he wanted to make up for it with another blow, he went straight to Sang Ying and disappeared.

Gone to the place.

Jiang Zhuoxue knelt down by the pool and didn't even look at Duan Hanyi who came in a hurry.

Duan Hanyi didn't care about this. He looked at the extremely clean spirit pool, but couldn't see Sang Ying's shadow. For a moment, his heart felt cold.

"What's going on, Fellow Daoist Jiang, and where is Fellow Daoist Sang? Where's she? Aren't you always by her side?" Duan Hanyi was so anxious that he didn't even realize what he had just said.

But Jiang Zhuoxue seemed to be stimulated by Duan Hanyi's last words. He suddenly turned his head to look at Duan Hanyi, his cold pupils reflecting light.

This was the first time Duan Hanyi saw Jiang Zhuoxue like this. Before that, he had always been gentle and polite. Because he always had a smile on his face, Duan Hanyi thought Jiang Zhuoxue was a kind and gentle man.

But at this moment, he knew very well that Jiang Zhuoxue was by no means a kind person.

"You, your eyes..." Duan Hanyi looked at Jiang Zhuoxue's eyes and suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Memories from the past suddenly appeared in Duan Hanyi's mind, including those cursed people in the underworld, the dragon's blood hidden in these people's bodies, and Jiang Zhuoxue's powerful power to strip away the dragon's blood so easily.

Everything that puzzled him seemed to be answered at this moment.

Jiang Zhuoxue turns out to be not a human at all!

Even Duan Hanyi, who had been with Jiang Zhuoxue for so long, felt how scary he was at this moment, but someone just wanted to provoke him at this moment.

"Attack me, come on! Why don't you do it? Did the one named Sang Ying fall and die?!" Without Duan Hanyi throwing sword balloons everywhere, the smoke and dust around him finally dispersed.

He Lun had already heard Jiang Zhuoxue's tragic calls. When he saw what they looked like now, he knew that the female cultivator named Sang Ying must have been hit by him.

At this moment, he was extremely happy. He had already said that those who opposed him would not have a good end: "Please, please, please, please, I may even be merciful and fish out that female nun. Wait until

When the sacrifice begins, when I slowly drain her blood, I can at least leave you with a whole corpse."

After He Lun finished speaking, he laughed proudly, as if following his words, he saw Sang Ying slowly losing her life and dying.

After hearing this, Duan Hanyi immediately cursed: "Shut up! Stop talking!"

He Lun didn't understand Duan Hanyi's fear, he just thought he was afraid that he was right and that something would really happen to Sang Ying.

But how could He Lun listen to Duan Hanyi? Not only did he continue talking, he also smiled even more proudly.

Just when He Lun wanted to say more vicious words to the two of them and continue to pour dirty water on Sang Ying, a hand was suddenly stuck in He Lun's throat like an iron pliers, making him an out-of-body monk.

He didn't even have the strength to resist.

He Lun's bloodshot eyes widened, reflecting a pair of cold beast pupils.

"You...who are you?" Because his throat was stuck, He Lun couldn't even say a complete sentence, "You are not, you are not a human being..."

At this moment, He Lun had the familiar monster in front of him holding his neck, and he was slowly lifted up. He kicked his feet as hard as he could, but he couldn't step on the solid ground. He could only watch as he was lifted higher and higher.

high.

He wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to attack, but every drop that fell on Jiang Zhuoxue was soft and seemed to have no effect on him at all.

At this moment, He Lun was really scared.

Duan Hanyi saw He Lun's appearance and felt helpless for a moment: "I've warned you and told you to shut up." Tell me, why are you provoking him at this time?!

As if being reminded by Duan Hanyi's words, He Lun quickly endured the pain of almost suffocating and said word by word: "You let me go, I will help you rescue the person, you let me go..."

"If I kill you, she will still come back." A low and hoarse voice emerged from Jiang Zhuoxue's throat, and black dragon scale lines appeared on his face bit by bit.

He Lun's pupils shrank when he saw this scene, this is a dragon!

…

Sang Ying was awakened by a soft touch.

What she saw when she closed her eyes was overwhelming spiritual liquid. When she opened her eyes again, there was a naive face in her sight.

It has a round head, and its snow-white fur looks very warm.

He looked at Sang Ying with round eyes without blinking, as if he was wondering why she looked different from him.

As soon as Sang Ying moved, the white dumpling seemed to be frightened and bounced far away. However, it was still very curious about Sang Ying. Even if it was afraid, it would not hide too far away. Instead, it hid under a tree nearby.

From behind a large tree, I quietly looked here.

But after Sang Ying struggled to sit up, she realized that her body was so big that the tree couldn't even block half of her body. Only her head was hidden, and the rest of her body was completely unobstructed.

Sang Ying only felt funny when she saw this, but the corners of her mouth had just bent halfway when she suddenly realized what the big white dumpling in front of her was.

Covered in snowy white, with a face like a tiger, a body like a bear, a tail like a wolf, and fangs like a leopard... this is clearly the beast god!


Chapter completed!