Before the teleportation light disappeared, a roar full of hatred was heard from within it, as if ten thousand thunderbolts exploded, setting off a storm in this endless mountain forest.

The roar also carried a coercion that made the sky darken and the earth tremble, which fell on Qiao Yuan, and immediately made him like a million mountains pressing on the top, his face turned pale, and he fell down rapidly.

"Poof!"

Ling Wanchen's cultivation was not enough, and he couldn't help it, he directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, but there was a strong and unyielding look in his eyes, exactly the same as the emotion in Qiao Yuan's eyes.

"Wanchen, don't be tough anymore, I'll send you into the space bead. ”

Seeing her like this, Qiao Yuan's face immediately showed distress and spoke urgently.

When he took Bai Yue away before, Qiao Yuan offered to send her into the space bead, but Ling Wanchen's character decided that she was not a vase.

She really wanted to fight side by side with Qiao Yuan and face the storm together, instead of hiding behind Qiao Yuan and doing some useless prayers.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you back. ”

Ling Wanchen raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and raised his chin slightly, that stubborn look not only made Qiao Yuan feel distressed, but also made his eyes shine more.

Perhaps, what he likes is such a Ling Wanchen, not a gentle and well-behaved Ling Wanchen who does whatever he says.

It's just that the gap in cultivation is there, even Qiao Yuan, under that coercion, also feels a huge pressure, how can she withstand the Jindan Great Perfection cultivation.

As soon as he thought of this, Qiao Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he felt that the soft jade hand he grabbed suddenly became hot, as if the hot blood had boiled and was about to seep out of his body.

At the same time, Ling Wanchen took the initiative to let go of Qiao Yuan, and took one step, the light red dress was windless and automatic, and the three thousand green silks swayed with the wind, and the blood-red mist drilled out from every pore of her skin, wrapping her whole body, and actually formed a domineering and awe-inspiring blood-colored armor.

The armor fit perfectly, arming Ling Wanchen from head to toe, looking very majestic.

And because of this armor, her bumpy and delicate figure is also outlined very clearly, especially at the waist and hips, there is an exaggerated and graceful arc, which is eye-catching.

At this moment, Ling Wanchen is a living female god of war, heroic and powerful.

At a glance, Qiao Yuan was completely stunned on the spot, and even he had a feeling of blood boiling, as if the blood of the God of War in his body was driven and stimulated at this moment.

The reason why Ling Wanchen was like this was naturally not arrogant enough to fight with the Yuanying Great Perfection Cultivator, but to show her identity, she was a saint, a inheritor of the God of War, and she was qualified to ...... in the future Shelter the Song family.

"Seniors, juniors know that the Song family has suffered huge losses this time, but all this is for a reason, if the seniors have a large number of adults, they will not be investigated, and the juniors promise that if I succeed, I will protect the Song family for thousands of years. ”

As soon as these words came out, the powerful and incomparable coercion seemed to be weakening, and Qiao Yuan was even more stunned, he didn't expect her to be like this.

It's just that...... Ling Wanchen's thoughts were a little simpler.

"Haha......"

The teleportation light gradually dissipated, revealing an old man in a dark red robe, who looked up and laughed, but the chill and murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Holy Maiden, my Song family treats you well, today you colluded with outsiders and slaughtered nearly 100 people of my clan, even if Nan Songzi and Ling Ruyuan came here today, they couldn't protect you. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the teleportation array was activated again, and this time it was the Song family patriarch and the middle-aged scribe, both of whom stared at Qiao Yuan with a look of extreme hatred, as if they were not dying.

Especially the patriarch of the Song family, dressed in luxurious robes and tattered clothes, gray and dirty, with a disheveled head, looking extremely embarrassed, and his breath was slightly unstable, as if he had suffered a lot of injuries.

"Ancestor, this kid also has the God of War bloodline in his body, maybe it will help you to advance your soul transformation. ”

"Really?"

The ancestor of the Song family looked moved, and immediately turned his head to look at the patriarch of the Song family, with a light flashing in his eyes, as if he was surprised and excited.

"It's true!"

The patriarch of the Song family lowered his head and spoke affirmatively.

"Okay, just with the bloodline of the saint alone, the old man is not absolutely sure, but now with this kid, the old man is sure that within ten years, he will completely advance to the soul transformation stage. ”

The eyes of the ancestor of the Song family flashed, and the whole person immediately became excited, and he seemed to be more than ten years younger.

Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen naturally couldn't hear this conversation, but when the two of them saw the change in their expressions during the conversation, they had a bad premonition, as if they were the prey of being targeted.

"Wanchen, I understand your thoughts, but in the current situation, the ancestor of the Song family will obviously not give up, you ...... Can you go back first?"

Taking a step forward, Qiao Yuan looked at Ling Wanchen very seriously, with worry in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

He had a feeling that the Song family must have some plot to let Ling Wanchen cultivate in the God of War Hall, if she returned to the Song family, it would definitely be dangerous, the identity of this saintess looked extremely noble, but in fact, it was very likely that she was kept in a cage...... Canary.

"Qiao Yuan, I know that my cultivation is too low and may not be able to help you much, but I don't want to watch you bear the wind and rain alone, don't worry, I will protect myself and not let you be distracted. ”

Ling Wanchen clenched her fists, her expression was quite helpless, but looking at Qiao Yuan, her eyes were clear and transparent, full of strength and unyielding.

The words had already reached this point, Qiao Yuan also completely understood her intentions, gave up persuasion, and after thinking about it, he took out an off-white bead from his arms and stuffed it into Ling Wanchen's palm.

"This is the space bead, if you can't hold on, you only need to move your mind, you can enter it, rest assured, everything has me, we have just met again, and we will never ...... Stop there. ”

After Qiao Yuan said this, he suddenly remembered the prophecy that Ling Ruyuan had said, he was the one of Ling Wanchen's calamity, if the two of them were together, they would be doomed to a bumpy life and would not be able to end well.

At the time, Qiao Yuan didn't care about it at all, but now he was a little shaken, could it be ...... Could it be that he is really Wanchen's calamity, and will bring her calamity?

But this thought was only fleeting, he firmly believed that any calamity, under absolute power, would be shattered, so as long as he worked hard to cultivate, he would definitely protect Ling Wanchen.

Ling Wanchen clenched the space bead, suddenly smiled, and when Qiao Yuan was caught off guard, he stepped forward and kissed his forehead.

"Anyway, I am also the inheritor of the God of War, and I can suppress them in my bloodline, although this suppression is not strong, but it also has some impact. ”

As she spoke, Ling Wanchen's hands formed a strange seal, and her God of War bloodline completely burst out, slowly condensing a huge headless phantom behind her.

As soon as this phantom came out, the three people over there, including the ancestor of the Song family, were all shocked in unison, with solemnity and a trace of natural awe in their eyes.

This kind of awe is uncontrollable, it comes from the bloodline, from the soul, even if Ling Wanchen's cultivation is not worth mentioning in their eyes, but at this moment, as long as there is that phantom, she is an existence that cannot be ignored.

Because at this moment, they felt the suppression from the bloodline, and this suppression did not affect their cultivation, but it affected the exertion of the power of the physical body.

Even if it is the ancestor of the Song family, his strength far surpasses that of Yun Shuijun, and at this moment, his physical strength has been suppressed by thirty percent.

"Hmph, what about blood suppression, without the power of the body, the old man can still capture and kill you. ”

The ancestor of the Song family snorted coldly, no longer wasting time, and after speaking, he waved his sleeves forward, and suddenly two blood rays flew out, one flew towards Qiao Yuan, and the other went straight to Ling Wanchen.

The two of them had already been prepared, Qiao Yuan's hands quickly pinched, and two prohibitions were formed in front of him in an instant.

The water pole is forbidden and the wood pole is forbidden.

He didn't leave these two prohibitions in front of him, but with a wave of his right hand, he directly pushed them towards Ling Wanchen.

Facing the blood light that was already less than ten zhang in front of him, Qiao Yuan's eyes were full of battle intent, and he reached out and took out the Colored Silver Cloud Breaking Spear, and stabbed forward violently.

Under this stab, a silver spear phantom suddenly appeared, colliding with the bloody light.

The roaring sound echoed, and an invisible storm immediately set off in the sky, rolling the mountains below him and shaking, and countless demon beasts and birds fled in horror in their roars.

As for the other side, the blood light fell on the Water Pole Forbidden and the Wood Extreme Forbidden, only causing them to vibrate non-stop, and there was no damage in the slightest.

The Song family ancestor must have used all his strength for this blow, it can only be said to be a temptation.

However, although it was a temptation, Qiao Yuan still felt great pressure.

"This person ...... Far stronger than Yun Shuijun, no, I can't be entangled here for too long, otherwise the holy beast of the Song family is coming, and I just want to leave, but I can't go. ”

Just as he thought of this, the ancestor of the Song family seemed to have a basic judgment, and no longer kept his hands, his hands opened and closed widely, and streams of blood qi drilled out of his pores, forming a blood-colored skull the size of a hundred zhang.

This skull was extremely hideous, and as soon as it appeared, it exuded an earth-shattering ferocious aura, making the demon beasts in a radius of thousands of miles just feel the slightest hint of it, and they wailed bitterly.

The moment Qiao Yuan saw this skull, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and a strong sense of life and death crisis told him that this skull ...... Dangerous.

There was no time to be frightened, he immediately held his breath and slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time, the golden primordial infant in his dantian opened his eyes suddenly, and the majestic spiritual power was vented out like a sea, spreading throughout his body along the meridians, forcing out of his body.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan looked as calm as water, but in fact, he was as violent as a spiritual power*, that majestic spiritual power, even the ancestors of the Song family were shocked when they saw it.

Suddenly, his right hand was raised, and he drew a crescent crescent trajectory in front of him, and the spiritual power around him slowly followed the trajectory, forming a dark black crescent.

This crescent moon is extremely strange, giving people an illusion that is both illusory and illusory, and there is no momentum on it, and it is completely incomparable to the skull.

But the ancestor of the Song family suddenly froze his eyes, and his heart was beating wildly, and there was a kind of ...... A sense of impending disaster.