Feng Ling watched this scene in disbelief.

Ji Wanqing is an evil thought comparable to the ninth level of the Yuan Ying stage, but now he is trapped by this group of guys with the most strength and the ninth level of the pill-forming stage.

No way!

I can't let Liangchen and the disciples die in vain! !

Feng Linghua's eyes were shining with crazy colors, and she immediately stood up and stared at the petite figure.

"Give me to die." With a movement of her figure, she attacked Luo Xiaoman with a fierce force.

At this moment, Mo Yuan, who had been guarding Luo Xiaoman's side, slammed away, blocked Feng Linghua's, and then blasted the person back with a punch.

puff!

A mouthful of blood came out.

Feng Ling's flowers fell on the ground, with disheveled hair, like a lunatic.

"I'm not reconciled, not reconciled! You monster, you killed them."

"Roar!!" Ji Wanqing was also angry, let out a stern roar, and struggled frantically.

Her aura became more and more fierce, and she seemed to be affected by Feng Linghua's resentment, and she became even more frantic.

"No, we can't hold it down!!" Luo Mushan solemnly shouted to Luo Xiaoman: "Little ancestor, do you have any bad ideas, hurry up and use them."

"Good!" Luo Xiaoman's figure moved and rushed up quickly.

She raised her hand and grasped the magic pestle that was inserted into Ji Wanqing's chest, her eyes condensed, and she pulled out vigorously.

"Hehe, you can't pull it out." Feng Ling stared at Luo Xiaoman ferociously, and said mockingly: "This is the magic pestle, once..."

"Once you release your own seal, it will merge with the evil, and it will be difficult to pull out, right?" Luo Xiaoman condensed his eyes deeply, and said something in his mouth, "It can both conquer demons and become enchanted. Is this what you call the right way?"

"You, how do you know the secret of Jiang Mochu?" Feng Linghua widened her eyes and looked at Luo Xiaoman in disbelief.

Luo Xiaoman squinted his eyes and said lightly: "I not only know this secret, but I also know how to use the magic pestle."

Suddenly, a burst of vitality surged out, and in conjunction with the spell in Luo Xiaoman's mouth, Jiang Mochu suddenly exploded with a mighty power, which even absorbed Ji Wanqing's resentment in the opposite direction.

"No, it's impossible! How can you, a six-year-old child, know how to use the Devil Pestle?" Feng Linghua shook her head repeatedly, unable to believe the fact before her.

However, Jiang Mochu was indeed absorbing Ji Wanqing's grievances.

As the grievances were absorbed, her strength continued to weaken.

"Come out for me!!" Luo Xiaoman yelled, and slammed hard.

With a bang, Jiang Mo pestle was pulled out alive.

Ji Wanqing, who was originally struggling, shivered, as if she had lost her support, and fell heavily to the ground.

Luo Xiaoman took the magic pestle and turned to look at Feng Linghua's face as gray as death.

"You refined this pestle to lower the evil spirits, but to absorb the evil spirits to achieve the purpose of improving yourself."

She blinked, and said contemptuously: "Do you think Xuanzong has only one Xuan old?"

"Nonsense!!" Feng Linghua trembling, retorted: "We Xuanzong is one of the ten major sects, and is a respected existence respected by the world."

"Hahaha." Luo Xiaoman laughed, with hatred in his eyes. "But in my eyes, you people of the right way are not as good as the twelfth house of the evil spirits."