Chapter 7: Unable to Die

Just do it!

Leng Feiran was not an indecisive person. She waved her hand and the dragon tendon flew over, got into Yue Qingling's clothes, and tied his acupuncture points.

Then, she stood up and said, "Come with me. You are a useless person anyway. When you get to the top, I will take care of you!"

Yue Qingling's body tensed up instantly.

this……

If she followed Leng Feiran to her boudoir, would she still be alive?

"Your Majesty, it's fine for me to be here. Here..."

"Huh? If you think it's good, then it's bad! Let's go!"

Leng Feiran grabbed her hand, and the dragon's tendons contracted tightly, causing Yue Qingling's pain.

Yue Qingling was about to cry but had no tears, so she followed Leng Feiran out of the dungeon.

The deepest dungeons are deathly silent.

Walking up, you can hear the miserable wailing.

"Does it sound good?" Leng Feiran asked expressionlessly.

Yue Qingling lowered her eyebrows and said submissively: "It doesn't sound good."

"Giggle, then don't call me that in the future." Leng Feiran reminded her with a meaningful smile.

Yue Qingling felt horrified. What on earth was she going to do?

They finally got out of prison.

A ray of sunlight shone on Yue Qingling's face, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

The air outside the dungeon is really good.

Leng Feiran looked at Yue Qingling in the sun. She was wearing a dirty white robe, messy hair, and her face was black and white. Even so, under the sunlight, it looked like beautiful jade.

It's just a little dirty, just give it a wash.

She was not in a hurry. It wasn't until Yue Qingling adapted to the environment outside the dungeon that she calmly walked ahead.

Yue Qingling looked around.

He discovered that this was the top of the mountain!

Unexpectedly, the Demon Cult's dungeon is based on a mountain.

Just ten meters away is the cliff.

"That's the Guiwei Cliff. Anyone who dies in the dungeon will be thrown directly into it. The Huang Xinyan you just killed must have reached the bottom, right?"

Leng Feiran said sarcastically.

Yue Qingling looked at the cliff, a feeling of sadness and anger welling up in her heart.

Why did he have to go through the misery that followed?

Either being treated as a plaything or being treated as a puppet.

The stagnation in his heart was incomprehensible, and two white mist rose up from his eyes like water waves.

"Crying?" Leng Feiran looked at him in surprise. It was fine when she kissed the socks just now. Now that she has seen the sun, why are she crying?

"Leng Feiran, you win."

Yue Qingling said this in despair. He turned around and rushed towards Guiwei Cliff without hesitation.

Death is just a matter of a moment.

"Stop it!"

Leng Feiran didn't expect his attitude to be so decisive. Just for a moment, Yue Qingling jumped off the cliff.

Leng Feiran flew up like a bolt of lightning and rushed towards her.

But Guiwei Cliff towered into the clouds, and Yue Qingling fell into the white clouds for a while, unable to see anyone at all.

Leng Feiran was instantly frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

Yue Qingling must not die!

She seemed to be going crazy, flying through the clouds and rushing down!

Then he saw Yue Qingling falling to the ground like a snowflake.

She speeded up and rushed straight away!

Yue Qingling had closed her eyes.

If you die, just die.

But before Leng Feiran could catch up, a ray of consciousness rushed into his chest.

It was a familiar feeling.

Yue Qingling unconsciously prepared to open the three-inch spiritual platform.

But after sealing the spiritual platform, it will take at least a month to open it.

Forcibly opening it in this way can only open a small gap, but it cannot restore the cultivation level.

But this small gap was enough, and the divine consciousness got directly into it.

At the same time, Leng Feiran had arrived beside him.

She reached out and hugged his slim waist.

Leng Feiran felt the heavy force of the fall, and waved down with her other hand.

A powerful force surged down.

"boom!"

After the force of the fall was offset, Leng Feiran hugged Yue Qingling and jumped into the air!

Isn’t it easy for the empress to save a mortal?

The two of them disappeared under the cliff in an instant.

…

The days passed quickly.

After experiencing the battle between good and evil factions, Dongzhou finally returned to peace.

The Demon Cult has escaped to the Nine Netherlands, like a wounded beast, hiding here to lick its wounds and recuperate.

Everyone in Qingyue Sect also gradually started daily activities such as production and cultivation.

The land of Jiuyou is relatively barren, but there are also three-tenths fewer disciples of the Demon Sect. With the increase in income and expenditure reduced, everyone can live a stable life.

Let's wait for a while before talking.

Wait until you have the opportunity to talk about revenge.

The disciples all returned to their normal lives, except the empress who became reclusive.

The demon sect saint Shen Rongrong naturally saw this.

She is Leng Feiran's direct disciple, she can be said to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

Now that Master has something going on, she naturally wants to come over and ask.

Shen Rongrong is now in the Earth Cultivation Mountain Tomb Realm, and can be regarded as an outstanding disciple of the Qingyue Sect.

She held a dark sword in her hand and wore black martial arts uniforms.

Dressed in plain black, she looked majestic.

There is only a red headband, the only color, tied with a flowing ponytail, giving her a rare touch of charm.

She arrived outside the small courtyard where the Master lived, opened the door, and saw the Master sitting on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, with a Taoist boy with a low eyebrow standing beside him.

Leng Feiran was wearing a white dress, with her hair draped softly over her shoulders, without too much decoration.

She was wearing a pair of clean clogs.

She exuded a calm temperament, which had nothing to do with the murderous and ruthless nature of the Demon Cult Empress.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Shen Rongrong wouldn't have believed that this was her master, the Empress who ruled the Demon Cult.

"Rongrong is here?" Leng Feiran saw her disciple, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

She waved her hand, and the boy next to her moved a bamboo chair and placed it next to her.

"Sit down, they gave me some melon seeds, caramel flavor, you can try it too."

She said to her disciple dotingly.

Shen Rongrong sat beside her respectfully, took the melon seeds she handed over, put them in her palm, and naturally didn't dare to taste them rashly.

Shen Rongrong said with some doubt: "Master, the disciples haven't seen you these days, and they miss you very much."

"Pili..."

Shen Rongrong frowned and looked at the boy, only to see him peeling melon seeds with his head lowered.

The peeled melon seeds were placed in a small bowl, and when they were almost all collected, they would be eaten by the master.

"What is there to worry about? We have been driven here, why are we still tossing?

Recuperate first, and wait a few years, then we will fight back."

Leng Feiran said impatiently.

The disciples of Qingyue Sect are really members of the Demon Sect, and they can't be idle for a day.

I feel uncomfortable when I am idle.

This is not okay, cultivation requires calmness.

It's just the right opportunity to sharpen the disciples' spirit.

"Then...Master, will we not attack the surrounding sects next? Expand the territory and complete the hegemony!"

Shen Rongrong looked at the master eagerly, with a look of disbelief.