Song Yan was very anxious when he saw Qingmang's appearance.

He tried to break through the circle of blue-blue flames, but as soon as he came across the flames, his body immediately became transparent.

Lu Yan was very proud, walked to Qingmang's side, and said, "Get up-"

Qingmang, who was originally curled up on the ground in pain and trembled, actually stood up involuntarily with Lu Yan's gestures.

As he approached, the qi and blood all over his body seemed to be surging upward.

"Qing'er! Don't look at him, don't listen to him! Song Yan shouted anxiously.

Qingmang was about to go numb in pain, her eyes widened, and she looked at Song Yan.

"Husband, why don't you save me......" He, shouldn't he be very strong?

He had subdued evil spirits, and in her heart she was simply an omnipotent existence!

Song Yan pinched the trick in his hand, his robe bulged, his hair flew up, and the flowing clouds on his body turned faster and faster.

"Come!" Lu Yan shouted.

Then, Qingmang felt something tear apart from his flesh.

Lu Yan's words seemed to have some magic power, which made her irresistible, she wanted to struggle, but her body was not controlled at all.

The transparent soul of Qingmang was slowly pulled out of her mouth by Lu Yan, as if the pain of ten thousand ants eroding bones, but the moment it was pulled out, everything was relaxed.

A little man who was more than a foot tall was pulled by Lu Yan's neck and struggled.

The little man looked down at his skin, and now he collapsed weakly on the ground like a sack.

"Wow-" Qingmang's soul villain opened his mouth and cried.

Lu Yan squinted his eyes and flicked the door of the villain's head with his hand, and the villain cried even more.

"Sure enough, it's the best pure spirit! Hahahaha! Lu Yan was proud.

"She's not something you can move!" Song Yan said coldly.

Before Lu Yan could react, a powerful impact hit his hand, and in a panic, the villain had already arrived in Song Yan's hands.

"Qing'er ......" Song Yan cherished the villain in his hand.

The little man seemed to have found a backer and received warmth, and drilled into his arms one by one.

"I really didn't expect that the second highness of the dignified Netherworld Hall would actually have feelings for an uncivilized pure spirit." Lu Yan didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

The little man slowly poked his head out, looked at everything in front of him, and then tugged at Song Yan's hand holding her: "Let's go, get out of here!" ”

"Let's go?" Lu Yan laughed again, "It's not so easy to leave. I'm afraid that Song Yan will also be unable to protect himself! ”

"Lu Yan, you have cultivated the evil law, how many innocent lives have been taken away by you in the past few hundred years, the Netherworld Temple remembers it clearly, first think about whether you can endure the eighteen kinds of torture in hell!"

"Your Highness, if you have all this kung fu to worry about the old man, you might as well think about it, what should you do with this pure spirit!" Lu Yan pointed to the skin on the ground.

I saw that the blood stain that had just been splashed had slowly penetrated into Qingmang's originally fair skin, and his appearance was becoming more and more ugly.

On the ground, the arm holding the little man tightened.

The villain looked up at Song Yan, and now he actually saw his appearance clearly, exactly the same as in the dream!

And he seemed very nervous.