"The first time you dug up the boundless dantian, I only cut off your relationship with the ancestors and grandchildren of the boundless by yourself, but I will never give you a second chance to hurt her. Lan He, if you dare to touch a single hair of Lan Wujiang again, I will let the Lan family you miss be buried with you. ”

The killing intent in Feng Zhao's eyes made the hearts of everyone present skip a beat.

Lan Ling and Lan Xiaowu stood in the distance, their faces extremely ugly.

Feng Zhao wants to take Lan Wujiang away, then they will have a chance to see Lan Wujiang in the future.

The Kelan family hurt Lan Wujiang to such an extent, and they were embarrassed to raise their heads and question.

Ranhe staggered up from a pile of rubble, his pampered hands, drenched in blood from rubble.

She was sweating profusely, her steps were unsteady, and she wanted to confront Feng Zhao.

But before she could say anything, blood involuntarily bubbled up her throat.

Drop by drop bloomed on the ground, enchanting and dark, not at all like the bright red of immortals.

She gave up entering the Immortal Mansion back then and guarded the world forever, which was against the way of heaven.

Now using immortal power to self-treat is even more self-destructive.

The strong also have old times.

Feng Zhao looked at Lan He and raised his eyebrows disdainfully, his thin lips raised slightly, and the words he said were like sharp knives, leaving indelible scars and shadows in Lan He's heart.

"Boundless kindness, I will kill the people she is reluctant to kill, I will do what she doesn't want to do, I will do what I don't want to do, I will do it yourself."

Feng Zhao's body was coerced to form an air current, making it impossible for everyone around him to raise their heads.

They gasped, their knees unconsciously softened, and the Lan family's slaves had long since disappeared like birds.

Lan Kochen's cultivation was not enough, and he knelt on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture.

Tears glistened in her eyes.

But no one came to sympathize with her at this time, because everyone was too busy to take care of themselves.

Lan Xuan's dusty shelf also collapsed like a mirage in front of Feng Zhao.

The Lan family was born because of Lanhe.

As soon as Ranhe fell, the dragons were leaderless. Of course, the group of wastes in front of him was not a dragon in Feng Zhao's eyes.

Feng Zhao raised his arm slightly, hugged Lan Wujiang and opened the demon realm passage in front of everyone.

A purple demonic aura permeated the entire Lan family.

It seems that the palatial Lan family has turned into an eerie and infinite hell.

Lan Wujiang was pillowed in Feng Zhao's arms, and the pain that was obviously piercing was insignificant at this time.

He's coming.

Lan Wujiang stared at Feng Zhao with his eyes in a flash.

The corners of his lips raised a weak smile.

That's enough, isn't it?

With Feng Zhao accompanying her along the way, she is willing to endure any hardship.

Lan Wujiang's little hand inadvertently grabbed Feng Zhao's sleeve and asked in a dumb voice, "Feng Zhao, have I become a waste again?" ”

Feng Zhao's heart sank suddenly, staring at Lan Wujiang's face, and said seriously, "No." ”

He knew how competitive Lan Wujiang was.

I also know why she climbed up so desperately.

Whatever the angle, from his standpoint, he can never blame him.

He wouldn't let Lan Wujiang become waste.

"Well, I believe you."

Lan Wujiang smiled sweetly at Feng Zhao, and gently wrapped his arms around Feng Zhao's neck.

Maybe the world can't accommodate her.

But where there is Feng Zhao, that is her home. 591 net

Whether it is traveling all over the world, it is good to set off the storm of the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

She's never alone.

There will be no one who will die in the mire.

"Sleep, when you wake up, everything will be fine." Feng Zhao's eyebrows softened, and his anger disappeared without a trace.

It was as if he was not the one who was about to subvert the entire Lan family just now.

Lan Wujiang exhaled, obviously feeling the failing organs, but at this time, they began to beat as if they were alive.

She knew that it was Feng Zhao who was using her divine soul to make up for her body.

She tried to stop it, but she couldn't resist.

Even the hand hanging on Feng Zhao's neck gently slid to the sides, hanging weakly.

Feng Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the sky of the demon realm.

The purple and blue clouds are like a beautiful dream.

The scarlet land reminds him from time to time of all the not-so-good past.

Except when he was looking for a spirit, he set foot here.

He never came again.

I thought he wouldn't come in this life.

Feng Zhao laughed self-deprecatingly, and then walked forward without hesitation and strode towards Jun Xiao Tower.

Jun Xiao Lou is a high-rise building built by Mei Ji in the demon world for her beloved, a collection of heavenly materials and earth treasures and this place, just to reward a mortal soul at a high price.

Few people in the demon world have seen Mei Ji's true face, and all kinds of rumors have emerged in endlessly, and the only true and accurate news is that this mortal soul has been searched for thousands of years, but there is no news, so that these heavenly treasures are wasted here.

Coincidentally, Feng Zhao once saved this demon world Mei Ji once.

Was it a thousand years ago when the other party was still a fox demon and went to the Heavenly Palace to steal the book of life and death, but he was found and beaten out without even entering the Great Hall of Immortality.

He casually gave a pill, and let this fox demon remember his kindness for many years, and offered him incense in the mortal world for many years.

Even when he was sealed in the Divine Spell, he could feel this weak but still existing power.

The moment Feng Zhao stepped into Jun Xiao Tower with Lan Wujiang in his arms, the lights of the gloomy hall lit up one after another.

An extremely bewitching voice came from all around, and it was very charming.

Feng Zhao's expression moved slightly, and before the words prepared in his mouth could be spoken, the fox demon jumped down from a high place.

At that moment, the powder mist in Jun Xiao Building was filled.

The air is getting sweet.

If Lan Wujiang had opened his eyes at this time, he would have exclaimed.

Because this pink-clothed fox demon is none other than Shui Qianyue.

Shui Qianyue lazily held a pipe between her fingers, her eyes were like silk, and her mouth swallowed clouds and smoke. "Yo, Rare Guest."

I wanted to mock two sentences, but when I saw that the person in Feng Zhao's arms was Lan Wujiang, the smile on Shui Qianyue's face froze.

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the little fox that had grown up in front of him, and did not feel unfamiliar at all, but asked directly, "Do you know?" ”

The corners of Shui Qianyue's lips twitched, and she nodded slowly.

"That's right, help me save her." Feng Zhao hugged Lan Wujiang straight and walked towards the building.

"Her dantian is completely destroyed, and the meridians that should be broken are also broken, unless you take the dragon tendon to make up for her, nothing else will help." Shui Qianyue's eyes were round, looking at Lan Wujiang who was covered in blood, and her heart still hurt inexplicably.

After all, it was only not long after they met, and the other party was injured like this.

It must be false to say that I don't care.

She was thinking about what she could use to replace the dragon tendon to save Lan Wujiang when she heard Feng Zhao say lightly, "I know where it is, I'll get it." ”

Shui Qianyue choked, and she couldn't refute it for a while.

"I seal her soul, you help me take care of her." Feng Zhao gently placed Lan Wujiang on the collapse.

The fingertips gently slid over Lan Wujiang's cheeks.