In the sky outside the Lingtong Medical Hall, a huge flying spirit beast was spreading its wings and flying high, piercing through the clouds and piercing the sky, and the ground was dark. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It caused quite a stir.

Someone shouted: "Oh my God, it's the Singing Eagle Lingpeng!"

"What a beautiful flying spirit animal!"

The Singing Eagle Lingpeng is a kind of flying spirit beast that resembles an eagle and is snow-white, and it is extremely difficult to find.

Everyone in the Middle Realm knows that the Thousand-Faced Spirit Master has an eighth-level spirit beast, the Singing Eagle Lingpeng, which is capable enough to fight with the Mirror Saint, such a powerful spirit beast, if you want to subdue it, the chance of success is simply minimal.

"Does this flying spirit beast have a master? I want to take it in! ”

"Don't mess with you, didn't you see two people standing on the spirit beast!"

In the outer city, there are many capable people who recognize at a glance who the owner of this Singing Eagle Lingpeng is.

"That's the Thousand-Faced Spirit Master!"

"What? Thousand-Faced Spiritist? ”

"No wonder, I always feel that this Singing Eagle Lingpeng is familiar, and when I see the golden totem on its belly, it is exactly the same as the strange totem on the mask of the Thousand-Faced Spirit Master!"

"That's her, it's the Thousand Faces Spirit Master!"

Thousand-faced Spirit Master, the living dead, flesh and bones, even the Thousand-Faced Spirit Master who can't snatch the person she wants to save from her!

All the people in the outer city were in a stir, and everyone went out into the streets, and those who could not walk had to climb out, and all of them knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

In the end, only the Mirror Water System Abilities who came to suppress the cold plague were left standing awkwardly.

"Please, Lord Thousand Faces, save us!"

"Please, Lord Thousand Faces, save us!"

"Please, Lord Thousand Faces, save us!"

"Wow......"

Hundreds of people knelt on the ground and kowtowed for treatment, and children cried out in tears.

This kind of scene made many of the capable people red-eyed.

In the sky, Feng Zitong looked down coldly at everything under his feet.

She has never been a kind person, and after being reborn, she treats human life like a mustard, and all the rescue actions she does on weekdays are profitable.

This time he chose to make a move, just to get back half of his silver needle from the hands of the national teacher.

But............

Looking at the weak people on the ground kneeling in front of the strong and praying for their lives, an indescribable irony welled up in her heart.

Look, these people don't even want their dignity in order to survive.

It reminded her of everything that had happened on the top of Longyin Mountain before she was reborn, and the people of Silence were like this, crying and begging her to give them a chance to live.

It's ridiculous!

Pinning his hopes on a thousand-faced spirit master who is uncertain, I don't know if they are stupid, or if they are desperate to lose their dignity as a bet in order to survive.

It is better to die than to live, and 'living' is the most difficult temptation for human beings to resist.

Shang Xie stared at Feng Zitong's back, feeling the aura of sudden change on her body, cold and dark, with a hint of distortion.

He sighed in his heart, such Zitong was frightening, but it was also distressing.

Obviously only fifteen years old, but the whole person looks even more vicissitudes than those who are really old, as if he has seen all the world, and imprisoned himself in the dark ice and snow, with nothing but the gloomy loneliness that exudes endless cold.

"Please, Lord Thousand Faces, save us!"

"Please, Lord Thousand Faces, save us!"

"Please, Lord Thousand Faces, save us!"

The cries for help and cries are still ringing, like a symphony and the roar of the eagle Lingpeng from time to time.

This area is particularly 'lively'.

Feng Zitong frowned, pursed his lips, and never spoke.

"The Palace Master ......"

Shangyi called softly, his tone full of worry.

Feng Zitong did not deal with the evil.