Chapter 387: Do people who dare to move their gods know how to write dead words?

The atmosphere in the air is extremely deadly.
During the time when the ancient world was opened, Yan Qingying did not fail to kill.
As a descendant of God Devouring Demon Art, Yan Qingying would almost always slaughter.
She even got the title of a devil.
But Yan Qingying doesn't care about the reputation of the world.
She only cares about Jun Xiaoyao.
As long as she can continue to grow stronger through God Swallowing Demon Art, she is qualified to continue to be a follower of Jun Xiaoyao.
The stronger her strength, the more helpful to Jun Xiaoyao.
Yan Qingying didn't want to be a burden or a vase.
She wants to be Jun Xiaoyao's right-hand man.
Therefore, Yan Qingying has always promoted herself by killing.
Of course, Yan Qingying was not a lunatic who killed everybody.
Yan Qingying will kill her opponents who have had a dispute with her.
But even so, Yan Qingying's hands were stained with blood, but she did not regret it.
"Yan Qingying, the poor nun will give you one last chance to take away the magic power of swallowing God, there is still room for recovery." Miao Wuxin said.
Her tone was extremely calm, making it difficult to guess whether it was true or hypocritical.
"Abandon the magic power, and then catch it?" Yan Qingying said coldly.
"There is no need to talk to her, this person has a deep devilish nature, and if he creates boundless killings, killing her alone is equivalent to saving a group of creatures, why not do it?" Bei Mihu pretended to say.
"Yes, the saint is right!"
"That's right, the saint is still compassionate, this Yan Qingying, relying on being a follower of the son of the king's family, will kill her, God will not let her go!"
Those hundreds of Tianjiao were all supporters of Meihu, and their eyes were full of admiration and praise at the moment.
The next moment, the war broke out.
Under the sign of Meihu, those arrogants made a move.
Although their individual strength is not very strong, hundreds of them add up, and quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.
Unless it is someone with absolute strength like Jun Xiaoyao, Wang Teng, and Long Aotian, they can ignore the number.
Any other Tianjiao, even if it was Yan Qingying, the descendant of magic power, could not kill so many Tianjiao casually.
"kill!"
Yan Qing Ying Qingsi danced wildly, and her whole temperament was like a dark slaughter queen.
The devouring magic power was displayed, and many swallowing vortices emerged.
As soon as she shot her, she showed her virtuosity realm great perfection.
Such a cultivation base, as long as it is not for those enchanting Tianjiao from the true gods, it can be safe and sound.
But it is a pity that Yan Qingying faces hundreds of talents.
Among the weakest, there is also the Great Perfection in the Divine Fire Realm, and there are not a few in the Void God Realm.
Sneer!
Blood is splashing.
Yan Qingying's God-Swallowing Demon Art casually tore a dozen Tianjiao into pieces for refining.
However, more Tianjiao shots, vigorous mana fluctuations like a torrent, shaking the world.
Looking at the besieged Yan Qingying, Bei Mi called her beautiful cheeks indifferent.
"The ancestor of the swallowing sky should be completely extinct. Once Yan Qingying is killed, only the prince's son who has the power of swallowing the gods will be left." Bei Mi said to his heart.
She even began to wonder if there is a way to target Jun Xiaoyao.
"My sacred religion has inherited many immortal realms, and the background is terrifying. Although the Jun family is strong, it is not completely impossible to provoke." Bei Mi thought secretly.
Furthermore, in the ancient world, you don't avoid killing.
When the time comes, if Jun Xiaoyao really enters the ancient world, Meihu might really think about it.
Just as Meihu was thinking about the next plan in his heart, Miao Wuxin spoke.
"Bei Mihu, we can't take Yan Qingying if we don't make a move."
Hearing Miao Wuxin's words, Bei Mi peeped his eyes.
It was discovered that although Yan Qingying was in a desperate situation of encirclement, relying on the powerful devouring and refining ability of God Devouring Devil Art, she abruptly persisted.
As soon as Yan Qingying suffered an injury, she swallowed the enemy's energy and blood with her god-swallowing magic power to restore her body.
In this short period of time, nearly a hundred Tianjiao have fallen.
"The trapped beast is still fighting!" Hami whispered coldly, and she shot.
"Holy Heaven Jade Mark!"
Hami called out his jade palm, and the light circulated, punching the void out of the light marks, entraining powerful mana fluctuations, and swept towards Yan Qingying.
"The saint has finally taken action!" Tianjiao around him was extremely excited.
On the other side, Miao Wuxin also shot.
"The magic lotus seal!"
Miao Wuxin squeezed the lotus seal in her hand, and the seal blasted out, and the void gave birth to blossoming white lotuses, extremely holy, with Buddha light.
As Xiaoxitian Buddha Girl, Miao Wuxin's methods are also amazing.
The cultivation of their two women is not weaker than Yan Qingying.
At the same time, Yan Qingying's face changed suddenly.
"Heitian controls the magic finger!"
Yan Qingying displayed the powerful in the Devil Swallowing Technique.
She pointed out, the black devouring magic energy gathered and turned into a pitch-black giant finger, with extremely shocking fluctuations.
"It's terrifying, it's worthy of being a descendant of God Devouring Demon Art, no wonder she was taken by the Jun Family God!"
Feeling the wave of Yan Qingying's powerful means, Tianjiao who watched the excitement around was also extremely shocked.
Jun Xiaoyao's vision is really extraordinary.
The people he chooses have their advantages.
Rumble!
The void exploded, and the mana ripples spread everywhere.
Yan Qing Yingtan spit out a mouthful of blood, her figure regressed severely, her breath was all disordered.
Yan Qingying is indeed very strong. After devouring the Fallen God Child and the Sky Demon Prince and others, she has gained a stronger talent.
But Himihu and Miao Wuxin are not soft persimmons either.
One is a sacred woman, and the other is Xiaoxitian Buddha.
Together, the two of them were enough to suppress or even kill Yan Qingying.
"Hateful, if I can be stronger and break through to the realm of the true gods..." Yan Qingying was annoyed.
She hates herself for being too weak!
"Yan Qingying, die!" Mei Mi urged to try again, hoping to completely kill Yan Qingying.
There was a hint of delight in her eyes.
The descendant of the Heaven-swallowing Demon Ancestor will finally die in her hands.
The so-called one report pays one return, that's it.
"Hey, if you don't understand it, then it's no wonder the poor nun is ruthless." Miao Wuxin also wanted to use extreme tricks and killed Yan Qingying.
At the same time, she secretly said in her heart.
"Fahai, this period of your cause and effect can be regarded as helping you to settle a part. As for Jun Xiaoyao, just after the break, there will be retribution in the end."
Seeing the two women wanting to kill, a group of Tianjiao around also shook their heads.
"It seems that the son of the Jun family has one less follower."
"If you want me to die, you guys don't want to be better!" Yan Qingying Qingsi was stained with a little blood, which made her more sad and gorgeous.
To be honest, if it weren't for Yan Qingying's killing temperament, he might have become the goddess in the eyes of a group of Tianjiao.
Yan Qingying is also urging her own magic power body, ready to fight to the death.
Of course ~EbookFREE.me~ she also knows that this time, she is very bad luck.
"It is Qingying's greatest luck to meet the son in this life. Unfortunately, Qingying can't keep up with the son..."
Yan Qingying murmured in her heart.
The waves of terrifying mana are about to collide together.
Yan Qingying slowly closed her beautiful eyes.
It's not that she doesn't want to resist, but that she can't do anything.
However, as expected, the pain of being torn in the flesh did not strike.
Yan Qingying heard a lot of exclamations, as if something incredible had happened.
Then, a familiar voice suddenly rang.
"People who dare to move their son, do you know how to write dead words?"
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