The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 445 Stabbed to death one by one

She was very afraid that Xing Yufan would kill her if she disagreed with her, so she looked at Feng Zhuo and begged: "My lord, for the sake of our former relationship, let the Twelfth Highness rest for a while!"

The remaining soul envoys were at least in the early stage of Ziling, and the pills they brought, which were intended to be used in times of crisis after entering the ancient ancestral land, were all taken out.

But they didn't dare to show their hatred on their faces, whether it was towards Feng Yunshang or Xing Yufan.

Like Feng Yunshang, they looked at Feng Zhuo expectantly.

But, will Feng Zhuo make a sound?
What she hopes most is that all these soul envoys are dead.

"Young master, do you think we should take a rest?"

"If you can't even bear such a little intensity, how can we let our clan dominate the world forever?" Feng Zhuo glanced at the distressed people, and finally looked at the people beside him, saying: "Xing Yufan, as the palace, you Lord, that is the general, he should take the time to train and train his soldiers."

When the human body is exhausted to a certain extent, the brain will not work well.

Until now they still haven't figured out the meaning of what Feng Zhuo said, until she spoke again.

"In my opinion, the Dark Swamp is a good place to train your troops! Everyone has a limit, and when you break through, you can make a leap. It is obvious that you haven't reached the limit yet! Xing Yufan, keep going!"

Feng Zhuo spoke in a serious manner, but the people of the Soul Clan spit out blood when they heard it.

A green slag, if he is not lucky enough to be favored by His Highness the Twelfth Highness, he is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

Still admonishing there now?

Still talking about the limit of what Zheer said.

The limit of a cultivator is when one's spiritual power is exhausted.

It's fine if it's a safe place, here is the middle of the dark swamp, and any fierce beast that comes out casually must be taken seriously by the strong purple spirit.

If you reach the limit, it is your time of death!
"Young master's meaning is the meaning of this hall! Hurry up!" Xing Yufan's voice fell, and the eyes that stared at Feng Zhuo suddenly flashed a brilliant brilliance.

Those beautiful eyes that make people want to pluck them out are so dazzling when they are filled with smiles.

"Young master, I really want to string your eyes into a string of beads and treasure them so that no one can see them!"

Big metamorphosis!
The pores on Feng Zhuo's arms stood up, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Feng Yunshang and his group had no choice but to accept their fate. They continued to take out pills to maintain their spiritual power with pained faces, and hung behind Xing Yufan not far or near, until they reached the inner edge of the dark swamp.

"Hey! It's dawn! Take a rest!"

Feng Yunshang and the others swear that this is really the best thing they have ever heard in their life.

They loosened their clenched teeth and limp on the ground.

Can they really rest?

The answer is absolutely yes.

But, not for a while, but for ever!

When they completely relaxed their vigilance, a scream suddenly sounded, piercing their eardrums.

The soul envoys who were lying on the ground like a dead dog were stimulated to sit up straight and looked at Xing Yufan in horror!

In the end, they saw Feng Zhuo standing there holding a bloody dagger.

What Feng Zhuo knew was a bronze-medal soul envoy at the peak of Ziling.

His eyes were wide open, and his face was still stiff with disbelief.

I'm afraid that until the moment of his death, he never thought that he would die in the hands of the green spirit slag.

(End of this chapter)