That evil thought also emerged.
"If you kill her, you can also become an immortal. This is a great opportunity."
"Besides, she's planning to kill you to save her own life, what are you still hesitating about?"
The evil thought lay on Shen Jingyuan's shoulder, bewitching its host word by word, trying to control him.
Shen Jingyuan's gaze fell on Ning Wan, who was dressed in red.
The peach demon in front of him looked a little pale, and was trying hard to pull out the sword.
Shen Jingyuan's hands tightened again and again, his throat rolling, "I won't let you be in danger."
Shen Jingyuan's tone seemed a little aggrieved, but more of it was a promise.
But the movement of his hands was very decisive and resolute as he reached towards the shoulder.
A dark, indescribable object was caught in Shen Jingyuan's palm.
“Chen Jingyuan, are you stupid? If you don’t take action, do you want to wait for the monster in front of you to kill you?”
The evil thought did not expect Shen Jingyuan to suddenly attack it, and it frantically ran around in Shen Jingyuan's palm, trying to break free from Shen Jingyuan's restraints.
But Shen Jingyuan's grip tightened.
The tighter you hold it.
The evil thoughts struggled less and less, until they completely dissipated from Shen Jingyuan's palm.
At the same time, Tiandao, who was already bound, had another obvious crack on his body.
It looked like a round balloon with a hole in it, with air puffing out.
Ning Wan acted as if she didn't hear Shen Jingyuan's words. She didn't even raise her head and continued to try to pull out the sword stuck in the ground.
[Host, would you please stop for a moment?]
Xiaoqi was really about to cry this time.
Looking at the host who was still trying to draw the sword, he looked at the male protagonist who was standing in front of Su and staring at the host.
The situation has changed!
If you pull it out again, the demon pill will be in danger.
Perhaps it was because Xiao Qi's tone was too desperate, Ning Wan, who was originally immersed in drawing his sword, raised his head.
The moment he looked at Shen Jingyuan, Ning Wan's hand also left the hilt of the sword.
Ning Wan's palms were already covered in a thin layer of sweat, and were also slightly red.
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