Guarding the Demon Abyss for 100,000 Years, Yet You Want to Annihilate My Entire Clan?

100,000 years ago, the Demon Abyss suddenly appeared, evil spirits invaded, and humanity fell into its darkest hour.

Li Lingge, the first Great Emperor of the Human Race, to protect all livin...

Chapter 174 Wei Xiang: If you die, I will let the whole world be buried with you!

He couldn't fall down or lose consciousness because Wei Xiang was still in the ruins.

The reason why he tried his best to kill Zhao Han instead of leaving was to find Wei Xiang.

Once he leaves, there is no way for him to come back in.

"Oh."

Song Qingqing chuckled, raised her jade feet, and slowly stepped on the pill.

Snap!

The sound of the pill being crushed was crisp and harsh, and the powder mixed with the soil, becoming worthless.

"Stop struggling." She leaned over, her fingertips gently stroking Li Lingge's bloodstained cheek. "You look so distressing right now."

Her breath was so close, her warm breath brushed against his ears, but her words were so cold that it made him tremble.

"But you know what? I've wanted this for a long time."

"Looking at you, weak and powerless to resist...looking at you, unable to do anything but obey me..."

Her fingers slid to the side of his neck and gently stroked his pulse, as if she was admiring a treasure that would soon belong to her.

"You always watch over her and protect her." Song Qingqing's voice gradually became low, and a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes, "But it's obvious that I have given more for you."

Li Lingge's breathing was heavy and his consciousness was beginning to fade.

He tried his best to hold on to a bit of sanity, but the mental power in his sea of ​​consciousness had already been exhausted.

Song Qingqing lifted Li Lingge's chin with her jade fingers and said in a charming voice.

"Open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe you have empty eyes."

At this time, Song Qingqing only had a red mandarin duck bellyband on her chest. Li Lingge just glanced at it and then looked away.

"It's really mediocre..."

Song Qingqing lowered her head slightly and looked, and her expression instantly became extremely ugly.

"you--"

She snorted coldly and lightly touched Li Lingge's chest with her fingertips. A red restriction was instantly imprinted on his heart meridian.

"This heart-locking seal will make you obedient."

Li Lingge's pupils suddenly contracted. Once the forbidden magic of the demon clan was cast, the recipient would not be able to disobey any orders of the caster!

Unless the caster dies!

"you……"

He struggled to squeeze out a sound, but couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Kneel down and beg me, I will satisfy all your——"

Song Qingqing's red lips were almost touching Li Lingge's earlobe, and her slender hands were about to touch his chest.

Suddenly, her delicate body trembled violently, and she uttered the last two words with difficulty.

"desire."

A crystal clear ice sword pierced through her back and chest, with the tip of the sword only three inches away from Li Lingge's heart.

The extremely cold air erupted instantly, and Song Qingqing's red skirt froze into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wei Xiang's figure emerged like a ghost, his silver hair dancing wildly under the stimulation of Taiyin power.

Her eyes had turned completely silver-white, and Song Qingqing's frightened expression was reflected in her pupils.

"Bitch!"

These two simple words instantly froze the area within a hundred feet.

Wei Xiang turned his wrist slightly, and suddenly countless ice needles as thin as cow hair exploded from the ice sword, each of which accurately pierced into Song Qingqing's meridians and vital acupoints.

"Wei, Wei Xiang!"

Song Qingqing's voice was filled with fear from the bottom of her soul, because she knew how terrifying Wei Xiang was five million years ago.

At this time, Wei Xiang had already taken off the human skin mask, revealing his original face.

Song Qingqing was a little confused for a moment. She couldn't tell whether the person in front of her was Wei Xiang or the Moon Eclipse in the ruins.

But no matter who it was, it was enough to completely wipe her out.

Song Qingqing let out a shrill scream, but found that she couldn't even struggle.

The power of the moon has frozen all her spiritual energy, and even her soul is trapped in this gradually freezing body.

Wei Xiang slowly drew out the ice sword, and there was not a trace of blood on the sword.

She looked down at Song Qingqing who was kneeling on the ground, without a trace of warmth in her eyes.

"Like seducing men?"

Wei Xiang tapped her fingertips lightly, and Song Qingqing's clothes suddenly turned into ice crystals and disappeared.

"Then let everyone see how dirty your skin is."

An extremely cold air surrounded her, and strange blue lines began to appear on Song Qingqing's snow-white skin.

It was the power of the moon that was eroding her body bit by bit, and every inch of the freezing process was clearly felt.

"Wei Xiang, you are Wei Xiang!" Song Qingqing finally recognized the familiar voice, "You can't--"

"Shh!"

Wei Xiang pointed a finger at her lips, freezing them instantly.

"The fun has just begun."

She formed a seal with one hand, and a crescent-shaped cold light flew out from her fingertips and directly penetrated into Song Qingqing's brow.

The soul is tortured!

Song Qingqing's pupils suddenly dilated. In her sea of ​​consciousness, countless ice blades were cutting her soul bit by bit.

This kind of pain is a hundred times more intense than physical injury, but because of the confinement of Taiyin power, even fainting has become a luxury.

"This knife is for your shamelessness."

"This knife is for your wishful thinking."

“This knife…”

With every word Wei Xiang said, Song Qingqing's soul became a little more damaged.

To the outside world, she just stood there, and only the increasingly dim light in her eyes showed the torture her soul was suffering.

When the last bit of Song Qingqing's soul was about to dissipate, Wei Xiang suddenly stopped.

She leaned close to Song Qingqing's ear and whispered.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die."

An ice crystal condensed from Wei Xiang's fingertips and hit Song Qingqing's heart.

Her voice was like the coldest ice in the underworld.

"Touch my man, and I demand your eternal forgiveness!"

As the last word fell, Song Qingqing's body completely turned into an ice sculpture.

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