"You have paid so much for the immortal world, but they treat you like this, Chu Xuan. It just so happens that I also hate those sanctimonious immortals. Why don't we join forces and kill them all."

Fengyi raised her eyes. She knew exactly what Qian Lan was planning in her heart.

In the original plot, Chu Xuan went to the Demon Abyss.

He cooperated with Ning Huan and took advantage of Chu Xuan's memory loss to leave demonic energy in her body. He almost killed Chu Xuan several times.

In the end, he used secret techniques to cover up his demonic aura and followed Chu Xuan in disguise, causing Chu Xuan to take a lot of blame.

Chu Xuan was tortured to death by those men. When he was imprisoned, he pretended to save Chu Xuan and died tragically in front of Chu Xuan.

In Chu Xuan's heart, this poor little person was one of the few people in the world who treated her sincerely. She couldn't accept the fact that he died because of her, and she suddenly fell into a demon.

Later, when Chu Xuan found out that he had lied to him, he took Chu Xuan and Ning Huan back to the Demon Realm and imprisoned them to threaten the men and force them to choose one of the two.

Not surprisingly, several people chose Ning Huan and gave up on Chu Xuan.

Fengyi had some doubts, did she look like such a fool? Or did she look like a fool, who would believe his lies and be tricked by him?

Not only the fairy world, but also the devil world.

"I do things, why do I need others."

There was a meaningful smile on Feng Yi's lips, but her eyes were sharp and cold, and she started fighting with Qian Lan.

The more Qian Lan fought, the more frightened he became. Adhering to the idea of ​​leaving the green mountains without fear of running out of firewood, he turned into a ball of black mist and fled into the distance. Fengyi split the black mist on his body with a sword.

There was a muffled groan in the black mist, and then a figure fell down in the pouring rain, splashing mud all over the ground, and his severed arm fell beside him.

Qian Lan raised his head in embarrassment, his clothes were covered with mud, and his evil and rampant temperament was completely wiped out by the heavy rain.

He sneered: "Chu Xuan, are you done yet? I originally wanted to let you go, but you forced me to do so. I will pull out your soul and torture you for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, so that you can survive." No, I can't bear to die and pay the price for what you have done."

This smile brought up a very unpleasant memory in Feng Yi's mind.

That man, wearing extremely colorful clothes, extremely enchanting eye makeup, and an evil look on his face: "Are you playing hard to get?"

Ahhhh!!!

Ugh...ωωw..net

Is this the ancient tyrant in the novel about cultivating immortals?

The villain in Fengyi's heart screamed, and she slapped Qianlan twice with a cold face.

"What an eye-catching thing, how much hatred we have, you deliberately disgusted me like this."

Feng Yi was so cruel with these two slaps that Qian Lan's head was buzzing from the slaps, his face was turning red and white, like a palette, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to bury himself.

No one has ever dared to slap him.

This woman is too deceptive.

He covered his severed arm and looked at Fengyi with sinister eyes, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, waiting for a fatal blow.

"You bitch, how dare you hit me in the face..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped again and flew away.

Fengyi looked disgusted: "You are so thick-skinned, it hurts my hand from being slapped."

As he said that, he dug out Qianlan's waist.

Qian Lan's face twitched, and without caring about anything else, he used the demon's forbidden technique to escape from Fengyi's hands.

His body trembled, and the demonic energy on his body was overwhelming, as if it was about to destroy the world, causing people around him to panic and flee in all directions.

A layer of black mist filled the area where he was injured, and an arm suddenly grew. Qian Lan slowly clenched his fingers, and a black chain appeared in his hand.

Fengyi's face was relaxed, and she joked: "Oh, why are your arms and little things like leeks in the field? Every crop is worse than the last crop."

"Hmph, even if it's too late for you to kowtow to me and admit your mistake now, let's settle the old and new grudges together. If you hadn't been despicable and shameless back then, how could I have been sealed by you like this?"

"I'm so scared." Fengyi looked at him with a playful smile, and her tone suddenly turned cold: "You think I'm a child. I'll hide away when I see my aunt in the next life. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat eight dishes for the rest of your life. I want to It would be easier to crush you to death than to kill an ant."

Her voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

Everyone: "..."

Damn, I have never seen such an arrogant person.

He swallowed silently, looked at the furious Qian Lan, and silently lit a candle for Feng Yi in his heart.

Especially when the various cultivating sects saw the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, they inevitably felt a sense of joy in their hearts and began to fan the flames and stir up trouble.

No matter who of these two dies, it will be good for them.

"Yao, Miss Chu Xuan, you and I are both members of the world of cultivation. We must not engage in internal conflicts at this time. We should work together to fight against the demons."

Feng Yi turned her head to look at the speaker with a half-smile, as if to see through his thoughts.

She asked softly: "What did you say?"

The man swallowed his saliva, his stomach cramped with fear, but he still stood up righteously and said a lot of words, encouraging Fengyi and Qianlan to die together.

Fengyi looked at him with a smile on her face, said one word: "Are you done?", and then struck the man to death with a sword.

Looking at the frightened eyes of others, she smiled softly and said, "It's too noisy. It's not your turn to point fingers at my affairs."

"you……"

Those people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect dare not speak out when they are angry, but now the only one who can stand up to Qian Lan is Fengyi. If she is angered, once she lets go, this place will become a purgatory on earth.

Qian Lan looked at this scene with gloating joy.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Laugh at your mother, don't you know your laughter is unpleasant?"

Qianlan: "..."

This is such a shame!

Qian Lan's smile suddenly froze on his face. He thought he was a very well-educated demon. After meeting this woman again, he always had countless swear words in his heart.

Qian Lan is crazy, Feng Yi is even crazier.

Seeing Fengyi's ridiculously rich demonic aura, which was several times stronger than his own, Qian Lan was a little angry and had the urge to curse.

Paralysis, is she the devil or is she the devil?

Qian Lan's face was ferocious, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the bodies of several immortal cultivators on the ground flew into the air uncontrollably, and instantly turned into a ball of blood mist.

Nourished by the blood mist, Qian Lan's face became much rosier.

Seeing this scene, Fengyi narrowed her eyes slightly, a chill swept across her eyes, and a strong pressure swept away in all directions.

Qian Lan's face changed slightly.
Chapter completed!