Chapter 2642: Princess Beiling

The fire of released by the martial arts deity did not urge all the power at all.
With his current cultivation base, if he urges the fire of hell, even the peerless fairy king may not be able to resist it!
For the group of jailers in front of them, even one-thousandth of the strength was more than enough.
The black flame spread rapidly with a prairie fire, and soon involved many jailers.
This group of jailers were caught in the fire of hell, and before they even had time to make any screams, they were burned to the ground!
The black army under Bei Xuanming's command was scattered and fleeing, coming quickly and defeating faster, no one dared to stay where it was.
There was a movement in the martial arts deity's heart, as if he felt something, he turned his eyes slightly, glanced at a void in the distance, and then retracted his gaze.
He did not rush to kill, showing enough means to kill the group of jailers back, and then withdraw the fire of hell.
However, the group of prison officers who were screaming and screaming at him just now died on the spot, and only the glamorous woman survived.
The martial arts deity does not have the heart to pity and cherish jade.
However, this glamorous woman had just kindly reminded him that she was the only one in this group who was not hostile to him.
Therefore, the martial arts deity saved her life.
"You, you, you... finished!"
The glamorous woman looked at the scene in front of her with a frightened expression. She looked at the martial arts deity, and said with a trembling voice: "You killed the general Bei Xuan Ming, the powerhouse of the corpse mountain, absolutely can't spare you!"
"You, run away. If you can escape Beiling, there may be a bit of life! Otherwise, you will definitely die!"
The glamorous woman urges the martial arts deity.
"Where is Dead Mountain?"
The martial arts deity was unmoved and asked instead.
At this moment, a woman's voice came from a distance.
"Shishan Ridge is one of the ten largest prison ridges in Beiling. The lord is known as the Shishan Prison King, and there are more than a hundred powerful people at the Prison King level!"
At this moment, the void not far away suddenly cracked a gap, and three people slowly walked out of it.
The speaker was a young girl, dressed in a black robe, wrapped in a plump and seductive body, her skin was better than snow, and she looked a little more beautiful than the glamorous woman in front of her.
Moreover, this black-robed girl still had a trace of grace on her body, as if she had an extraordinary background.
Beside the black-robed girl, there was also a black-clothed man with a pale face and handsome features, his head slightly raised, with a hint of arrogance between his brows.
Standing together, the man and the woman looked good.
It's just that the method of tearing the void just now is obviously not something these two people can display.
A man and a woman are prison officers, and this is not yet possible.
Behind the black-robed girl, followed by a blank-faced middle-aged man, with a strong aura, reaching the cave world!
According to the realm of Hanquan prison, this middle-aged man should be regarded as the prison king.
But the middle-aged man stood behind the black-robed girl, and his status seemed to be one level worse.
In fact, when the martial arts deity just released the fire of hell, he noticed a wave of waves in the void over there.
While observing the two men and one woman, the martial arts deity secretly thought: "The number of prison kings on a corpse mountain is probably more than Qiankun Academy."
"And Shishanling is only one of the ten prison ridges in Beiling. The strength of Beiling can be seen."
"The strange thing is that with such a vast territory and profound background, the king of Beiling is actually just a powerful prisoner."
"Is there no emperor in Beiling, or is there any other reason that prevents the emperor and the strong from dormant?"
As the martial arts deity pondered, two men and a woman in mid-air were also looking at him.
To be precise, it was just the black-robed girl who paid special attention to the martial arts deity, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
As for the black-clothed man next to her, and the middle-aged man behind her, he just glanced at the martial arts deity casually and didn't take it seriously.
"You killed General Bei Xuan Ming, you may not be without life in Beiling."
The black-robed girl smiled and confidently said, "In Beiling, I can keep you!"
"Oh?"
The martial arts deity didn't say anything, just a little surprised.
The surviving glamorous woman looked at the black-robed girl, sneered slightly, and said: "What are you protecting him? You have this strength?"
The cultivation level of this black-robed girl is not much different from her.
Even if the middle-aged man behind the black-robed girl is the prison king, he can't stop the powerful background of the dead mountain prison king!
"By my name."
The black-robed girl laughed, waved to the martial arts deity, and said: "Get to know, my name is Tang Qing'er."
"Tang Qing'er."
The glamorous woman murmured, looking at the token on the waist of the black-robed girl, her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed: "You, you are the little princess of the King of Beiling!"
"Not bad."
Tang Qing'er nodded.
In the North Ridge, if there are people who can protect the people who are chased by the Dead Mountain Ridge, I am afraid that only the King of the North Ridge who controls the entire North Ridge.
"Meet the princess!"
When the glamorous woman saw Tang Qing'er, she hurriedly bowed and saluted, not dare to neglect.
"You go first, it's none of your business."
Tang Qing'er gently waved at the beautiful woman, who, like a pardon, hurriedly fled here.
Tang Qing'er descended from mid-air and walked towards the martial arts deity.
In this cold spring prison, although there are no rules and etiquette, everywhere is full of blood and rain, but this Tang Qinger is at least friendly to him.
The martial arts deity could not feel Tang Qinger's hostility either.
"Be careful!"
The black-clothed man frowned slightly, and hurriedly followed up with a reminder.
"It's okay."
Tang Qinger smiled and said, "Uncle Chen is here."
The black-clothed man proudly said: "Qing'er can rest assured that Uncle Chen doesn't have to take action. If anything happens, I can kill it!"
While talking, the black-clothed man shook his hand in the direction of the martial arts deity, meaning something.
"thanks."
Tang Qinger said with a smile.
The black-clothed man was obviously interested in Tang Qing'er, and Tang Qing'er did not resist the black-clothed man.
In a blink of an eye, the three came to the front of the martial arts deity.
Tang Qing'er asked, "How are you thinking about it? As long as you are willing to join my subordinates, the father will be able to protect you and even come forward to help you resolve this matter."
"Qing'er."
Chen Bo frowned slightly and reminded him in a low voice.
The black-clothed man also said quickly: "Qing'er, this person is of unknown origin, and he is still irritating to others, so he should be more cautious."
"Why help me?"
The martial arts deity looked calm and asked.
Tang Qinger said: "I just saw that your methods are not weak. You should have touched the threshold of the prison king. If you were killed by the dead mountain, it would be a pity."
This is of course just an excuse.
The three of Tang Qing'er walked through the space, preparing to return to Beiling City. They stopped when they saw the scene happening here halfway down the road and landed here under Tang Qing'er's insistence.
Tang Qinger continued: "My father has been the prison king for many years. In this regard, having him on-demand you will be worth tens of thousands of years."