The black and gold spear, sharp and pointed directly at the woman's face, was used by the man in a protective stance as he held the beautiful woman in his arms.
Burning away angered them.
"The lady actually allowed his divided spirit to reside within her body?!"
The jealousy in his words was not concealed at all.
Shen Zhuochuan's eyebrows twitched when he heard the word "Madam".
Song Tingwan was even more direct, leaning against Shen Zhuochuan's chest and smiling gently: "He is my future husband, why not?"
She clearly knew how to burn herself out.
The two embraced intimately, but what angered Fenqi was her completely trusting attitude.
With a cold and stern expression, Shen Zhuochuan gently pushed Song Tingwan behind him as he prepared to attack the Great Demon.
"Go hide."
Then the black and gold spear shot out, heading straight for him.
The man in white armor, wielding a long spear, forced the helpless Burning Away back step by step.
Song Tingwan hid in the distance, a slight smile playing on her lips.
I reckon A Yao was thrown out, otherwise, if she wasn't in any life-threatening danger, and he never actively inquired about her situation, how could he have arrived so promptly?
But Song Tingwan noticed that the great demon's cultivation level was no less than that of Shen Zhuochuan.
Shen Zhuochuan could only overpower him and beat him up.
The spear's momentum was like a rainbow, its tip trembling, and each move left a wound on Fenqi's body.
The spear pierced his flesh and blood, but it could not harm his core.
We still need to find a solution.
Just then, Shen Zhuochuan clung to him, so Song Tingwan hid and closed her eyes.
Mobilize merit.
The magnolia flower mark reappeared.
In the past five years, Song Tingwan has used it very, very rarely.
After resurrecting her father, she felt that the merit she had accumulated should be of great use, and she was unwilling to use it unless absolutely necessary.
But we can't do without it now.
With a pang of heartache, she released a small wisp of merit from her divine sense. The moment the merit appeared, it transformed into a white dragon, startling Shen Zhuochuan, who was pinning Fenqi to the ground.
The space shook violently, and Fenqi was flung away by the white dragon's tail.
The white dragon swooped down, hoisted Song Tingwan onto its head, and flew into the sky.
Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, something was awakening.
No...don't.
Fenqi, who had been flung away by the tail, got up and, not even caring about the two of them, slammed his terrifying cultivation into the ground.
"Don't come out!"
The black mist slammed into the ground again and again. Song Tingwan sat on the white dragon, and the two of them stared intently at Fenqi's movements.
"What is he doing?" Song Tingwan asked softly, puzzled.
Bai Long shook his head. "It seems like something is about to come out from underground. It feels somewhat familiar to me."
The two watched as the cracks in the ground grew larger and larger, and as the black mist from the burning spread, the cracks seemed to have been patched up a little.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, but... I'm worried that if we make a move, it might unleash an even more terrifying being."
Song Tingwan was hesitant.
"..." The white dragon was silent for a moment, then let out a deep dragon roar, which fell into her ears and became words she could understand.
"You just used the power of merit? That's tempting. The things underground might be eyeing your merit."
What good thing could someone be who would try to seize merit?
The thought had just crossed Chen Zhuochuan's and Song Tingwan's minds.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure emanated from the depths of the earth.
It sends chills down your spine.
Suddenly, countless cracks appeared on the ground, and something shot up from underground.
He stumbled away in a panic, then restored the stone statue that Song Tingwan had smashed.
His expression was somewhat alarmed: "No, you should stay asleep underground. Why are you coming up here to disturb me?"
In mid-air, the white dragon watched coldly, then flew even higher in a defensive stance.
He had a feeling that what was underneath was quite large.
If we don't fly higher, we'll scare her.
Song Tingwan quietly held onto the dragon's horns, waiting for the thing underground to break through the ground.
I wonder what she attracted with her good deeds.
Could this be related to the fragments of the Heavenly Ladder?
The man and the dragon watched from afar.
They didn't have to wait long; in the blink of an eye, the entity underground drew ever closer, and the overwhelming pressure caused the two people and the dragon in this space to turn pale.
In his panic, he hastily channeled his spatial power into the stone statue.
The ground paused where it had split open, then something pushed against the thick layer of earth, turned, and darted rapidly toward the spot where the fire had been set.
The person and the dragon high in the sky did not look well.
Song Tingwan was simply affected by the oppressive force, while Shen Zhuochuan's dragon eyes grew increasingly deep.
"Why does this aura feel somewhat familiar?"
I don't know him.
But they also seem to be of the same kind.
"Bang--"
While the man and the dragon were still wondering, a huge black dragon with scales gleaming with sharp light flew out from the ground.
It suddenly attacked the burning building.
With bared fangs and claws, its eyes bloodshot, it roared as it lunged at Fenqi's location.
But it paused in mid-air, pulled back by the chains binding it.
The screams were deafening: "Burn the child—"
May he die a horrible death!
The dragon's roar shook the heavens.
It's also terrifying.
"pay close attention."
Suddenly, Bai Long realized what was happening, gave Song Tingwan a word of advice, and then swooped down.
At the same time, Fenqi restored the stone statue, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, but he laughed and looked up at the demonic dragon that had been dragged back: "Go back, continue to sleep, okay?"
The dragon was tightly bound by chains, and its unwilling roar was heart-wrenching.
"Wan'er, get the black iron hairpin to help."
The white dragon gripped a chain with its claws and spoke in a low voice.
Song Tingwan nodded calmly and took a gold hairpin from her neatly styled hair bun.
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