Chapter 1171: Qingteng's Death (1)

She walked down step by step, and Qingteng's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Like the Grim Reaper's sentence, every step is a countdown.

"No... No... Don't..."

Qingteng has been tortured for so long, he is really afraid.

"Don't come here. This... This is still the territory of the Ethereal Divine Sect, if something happens to me and Master investigates it, you won't end well!"

"You're going to die ugly, don't come here!"

Qingteng was frightened and began to speak.

He said so much, pleading, threatening, negotiating, all the words he had said, and he didn't say a word.

Zhi Xi walked to the front of the green vine and stopped.

As soon as she raised her hand, a trace of demonic energy lingered between her fingers.

The demonic qi flew towards Qingteng, directly winding his body, and then lifted it up and rose into the air.

"You... Do you want to... What for?"

Qing Teng's body was lifted, bleeding profusely, and he was dirty.

"All those who deceive me, insult me, seek me, and count me will pay a terrible price. ”

"No, don't..."

"You're not the first, and you're not the last. ”

"Don't, really don't, if you hurt me, you will alarm Master!"

As soon as Qing Teng's words fell, the five fingers that were lingering with a trace of demonic energy suddenly retracted.

In the next moment, the demonic qi on Qing Teng's body suddenly retracted, and all of it pierced into his body, bringing him a burst of unbearable pain.

"Ahh

Qing Teng screamed miserably, but as soon as he started speaking, he was poured into his mouth and tongue by demonic energy, blocking his throat.

"Hmm..."

Qing Teng couldn't make a sound, his eyes widened angrily, and he struggled and trembled.

But his strength is not comparable to that of the restless.

Zhixi easily controlled all his struggles.

Little by little, her magic pryed open the flesh of the green vine, and then the divine power burrowed into his body.

Digging deeper and deeper, destroying everything in his body, flesh, muscles, and bones, as well as his divine roots.

Qing Teng's body was riddled with holes, and blood holes were pierced, and his flesh and blood mixed with bone fragments flowed down.

"Hmm..."

Qingteng almost burst in pain, he couldn't scream, the struggle was useless, he could only bear it hard.

Several times, Qingteng fainted in pain, but was awakened by the demonic qi that stopped.

In this life, in the process of going back and forth several times, Qingteng was tortured to the point that he was not human.

Gradually, the divine power of the stop destroyed everything in Qingteng's body.

The flesh was crushed, and the bones were crushed to ashes.

In the end, the divine power of Zhixi drilled into Qing Teng's heart.

The divine power wantonly destroyed his heart, hollowing out his heart and shattering it, and it flowed down the blood.

The heart was shattered, and Qingteng was completely struggling.

His eyes were wide open, his face was distorted, and his body was covered in blood, and he looked very terrifying.

As soon as he put his hand away, all the magic and divine power were recovered.

With a "bang", Qing Teng's broken body fell to the ground, like a discarded object.

Zhi Xi withdrew his hand, and his eyes were cold.

It was the first time she had killed since she regained her memory.

A cold smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She is no longer weak, and anyone who bullies her, insults her, seeks her, or harms her will pay a terrible price.

In the Ethereal Divine Sect, Qingteng was only the first.

The cold wind blew, blowing away the smell of blood under the night sky.