Wen Qingye felt the pain in his waist, pulled out the cold sword with both hands, and stabbed directly into Leng Hanxiang's body without the slightest pity for the jade.

Leng Hanxiang also knew that this was the key to life and death, and her legs clamped fiercely, directly clamping Wen Qingye's waist, and protecting Wen Qingye's head with both hands.

Suddenly, Wen Qingye felt nephrite jade in his arms, and a fragrant breeze came to his face, but he knew that this was not the time to enjoy, so he hurriedly pulled out a short cold sword, and stroked Leng Hanxiang's body to the vital point of Leng Hanxiang.

Leng Hanxiang still wanted to continue moving, and when she was about to give Wen Qingye a fatal blow, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and a small cold sword was attached to her snow-white neck.

That's her cold sword.

Leng Hanxiang's eyes were stunned, and drops of cold sweat flowed down her forehead.

Wen Qingye broke free from Leng Hanxiang's embrace and said coldly: "Say, what is your purpose?"

Leng Hanxiang looked at the blade in front of him, and laughed: "Wen Qingye, Dongfang Wuyun is right, you are really a character"

Wen Qingye frowned, his clothes were all wet with sweat, and he gasped and said, "Hurry up and take out the antidote, otherwise even if Emperor Shakti comes, I will kill you first."

He felt like his whole body was burning, as if a flame was about to impress his heavenly spirit.

Leng Hanxiang's cheeks were flushed, and he gasped and said, "The antidote is in the sachet around my waist."

Wen Qingye was not polite, and directly pulled out the sachet of cold incense, and a piece of blue powder appeared in Wen Qingye's palm.

After carefully observing the blue powder for a moment, he found that there was no abnormality in the slightest, and Wen Qingye swallowed the powder in it.

As soon as the blue powder entered his throat, Wen Qingye suddenly felt that his whole body was cool and comfortable.

"Solution... Antidote"

Leng Hanxiang saw Wen Qingye take out the antidote, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.

Wen Qingye glanced indifferently at the cold incense on the ground, and said, "Say, who are you? Why do you want to harm me? Are you planning to use evil magic on me? What is the relationship between Dongfang Wuyun and you?"

Leng Hanxiang only felt that her body was hot, and her mouth was dry: "Give... I have an antidote, sue... Sue...... You... All"

"I can relieve your pain"

The cold sword in Wen Qingye's hand slammed into Leng Hanxiang's waist and abdomen.

Leng Hanxiang only felt that her scalp was numb, and her hands and feet began to spasm violently, and it took about half a pillar of incense time before her consciousness slowly recovered, and then a pair of big eyes looked at Wen Qingye with an expressionless face in shock, "You actually abolished my dantian?"

Wen Qingye glanced at Leng Hanxiang lightly, and said, "Tell me, what I want to know, I can spare you from dying."

Leng Hanxiang couldn't listen to Wen Qingye's words at all, and shouted frantically: "You abolished me, you actually abolished me?" Do you know who I am?"

Poof!

A blade of sword stabbed into Leng Hanxiang's carcass, and hot blood splattered out.

Leng Hanxiang was slightly stunned and met Wen Qingye's eyes.

And terrible eyes, even on Shakti's body, she had never seen such terrible eyes.

"Goo-dong!"

Leng Hanxiang swallowed and smeared, feeling his heart tremble, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't kill me"

At this moment, Leng Hanxiang was completely frightened by the person in front of her.

Wen Qingye opened his mouth and said, "Say"

Leng Hanxiang took a few breaths and said, "I am the person of the Twelve Altars of Red Maple, and I have been lying dormant in the palace to inquire about the news on the orders of the Emperor of Swallowing Heaven."

The twelve altars of red maple, the total altar?

When Wen Qingye heard this, his heart moved.

The Twelve Altars of Red Maple originally belonged to the forces in charge of Cao Feiyang, and since the establishment of the Southern Immortal Court, there has been a branch altar in each state, hidden in each state, and there are many masters in the branch altar, distributed in hundreds of thousands of cities in each state.

It's like a huge net spread in the Southern Immortal Court, whoever gets the help of the Red Maple Twelve Altars is equivalent to getting the help of the underground forces of the Southern Immortal Court.

This is the network of people who were famous in the fairy world back then.

But thousands of years ago, Emperor Shakti secretly moved against Cao Feiyang, relieved Cao Feiyang of his control over the Twelve Altars of Red Maple, and even sent a large number of his own masters into it.

For a time, the entire Red Maple Twelve Altars factions were numerous, mixed and chaotic.

Because the two fought openly and secretly, the twelve altars of red maple were never merged again.

Up to now, the twelve altars of red maple are still in a state of inextricable tails, the rights of the eleven altars are scattered, and the eleven altar owners are also holding their own rights, sitting at ease and sitting on the soil overlord.

Only the main altar is still in Cao Feiyang's hands, and the remaining eleven altars are all masters who control a large number of resources and masters in various states.

This layer of human network has not yet been fully integrated.

Wen Qingye glanced at Leng Hanxiang and said, "Why do you want to harm me?"

Leng Hanxiang gritted her teeth and said, "Because the main altar master wants to recruit you."

"Cao Feiyang?"

Hearing Leng Hanxiang's words, Wen Qingye suddenly frowned, and sneered: "What does he mean by this? Recruit me? I'm afraid he wants to control me."

The mystery is poured into gossip, the heavenly fragrance is scattered, and there is such an important dark line as the cold incense, Wen Qingye knows that things are definitely not so simple.

"As long as I have sex with you, the Yuan Shen will be poisoned, and then I will have to be at your mercy?"

Wen Qingye looked at Leng Hanxiang and said slowly: "This poison is combined with the mystery and the gossip, and the heavenly fragrance is scattered, it should be the poison of the Nine Corpses Yuanshen."

As Wen Qingye's voice continued to sound, Leng Hanxiang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he secretly said in his heart: Oh my God, what kind of demon character is this Wen Qingye?

Wen Qingye saw Leng Hanxiang's expression, knew that he had guessed correctly, and said with a smile: "Cao Feiyang has spent such a price, and it is really unthinkable to want to control me."

Leng Hanxiang touched his blood-stained wound with the palm of his hand, gasped, and said slowly: "Because of the battle of the Immortals, this time the Battle of the Immortals will have a huge change, not only the Quartet Immortal Court, the Ten Thousand Immortals Kingdom will join in, there are other four seas, and even other forces will also join in, and it will become an unprecedented war at that time, which seems to be related to something, the immortal master's apprentice Zhang Xieyue is extraordinary, and no one in the entire Southern Immortal Court is unsurpassed, and now only you can compete with him, so the head altar master intends to win you over."

When Wen Qingye heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "The battle of sealing immortals?"

If it is said that the Nine Heavens South China Sea can also participate in this battle of immortals, wouldn't it mean that his own body and the second primordial god have a chance to meet, as well as Xiaoyun......

"That's right, it's the battle of the immortals in the near future, and it is said that seventy percent of the people in the monarch's spectrum will ......."

Speaking of this, the cold incense began to become unstable, and both eyes became a little blurry due to the loss of a large amount of blood.

(End of chapter)