Reborn Concubine Against the Sky

Chapter 798 Witchcraft 03
"Of course we can't wait."

Ao Qianling raised his chin slightly, his powerful aura exuded an invisible indifference.

"Miss Seven, please don't make things difficult for me. It's just that one night should have no effect on Miss Seven. Since I, Meng Zhiran, promised to Miss Seven, I will definitely do it. After tonight, I will definitely return the Lingquan to the wolf clan .”

Meng Zhiran's warm smile was always on his lips, and the mummy's hands piled up beside the Lingquan began to move again.

"According to Meng Guoshi's tone, will the spirit spring be returned after tonight?"

Ao Qianling asked, seeing the strangeness of those mummies from the corner of his eyes.

"Yes, tonight must be passed. Miss Seven, please, this place is really not suitable for you to stay here."

Meng Zhiran's smile froze on his lips, and he stretched out a hand to signal Ao Qianling to leave quickly.

"Han, show Miss Seven the way."

Meng Zhiran turned his head and said to Han, Han screamed strangely while nodding, and suddenly rushed in front of Meng Zhiran, with strange black hair fluttering randomly.

"Master Meng, if you make things difficult for me, don't blame me for being rude."

Ao Qianling's eyes froze, and a white light suddenly flew out of his hand.

"Twelve ice formations, sleepy."

"Bing Bing, go over."

Ao Qianling slapped the white awn in his hand into the air, and immediately jumped onto Han Bing's back, with a wave of huge wings, he flew into the air.

The white light fell rustlingly, and the brilliance was brilliant. As soon as it fell, a thick layer of ice erected in front of the two of them, trapping Meng Zhiran and Han in it.

Meng Zhiran never thought that Ao Qianling would strike so quickly. Fortunately, with the drought, it was very easy to deal with these ice layers.

There is a lot of mist lingering on the ice layer, giving off a cold breath, but the drought is a dry corpse, and ice and water can't stop it at all.

hum hum—

The drought monster is called Lianlian. It just stretches out its dry hand to touch the ice layer erected like a barrier. As soon as it touches it, the ice layer turns into water, flows to Han's feet, and finally turns into a wisp of green. cigarette.

Ao Qianling and Frost Phoenix kept attacking the Lingquan, the limbs of those mummies became more and more flexible, and the stones around the Lingquan were not broken at all.

"Miss Seven, I advise you not to waste your efforts in vain. The restriction around the Lingquan is the result of two years of hard work of mine. How can you open it so easily?"

Meng Zhiran's sword eyebrows moved slightly, and he was still very confident in his two years of hard work.

"Hehe. Then give it a try."

Ao Qianling smiled softly, the black robe rose up without wind, and white light continuously wrapped around her slender fingers.

The ice phoenix was crystal clear, more beautiful than crystal under the light, and there was a disdainful arrogance in his eyes.

"Miss Seven, you'd better leave now, I don't want to hurt you."

Meng Zhiran and Han quickly got out of the ice, and arrived at the Lingquan in a flash of flexibility.

"If you think it's okay for me to leave, then return the Lingquan now."

The corners of Ao Qianling's mouth rose, and he stood in the ice phoenix and looked at Meng Zhiran below.

"Meng Zhiran can promise Miss Seven other things, but this is the only thing I can't do."

Meng Zhiran quickly leaned his fingers on his waist, and a fine soft sword fell into his palm. The snow-white clothes were very obtrusive in this place.

"I'm afraid you have to agree if you don't agree."

Ao Qianling chuckled, the arrogant smile on her face was so beautiful that Meng Zhiran silently squeezed the sword tightly.

(End of this chapter)