In the following time, Tang Yong tasted the cruelest way of death in this world.

She felt that she had been tortured for several days, and in reality, she had only spent a stick of incense.

At this moment, Tang Feng's body was completely soaked in sweat.

In the strange space created by Yu Xuanlingzi, she was being nailed to the stone wall by hundreds of bone-transparent nails.

"You still refuse to say it?"

"I'm talking about your mother's grapes!"

Tang Ye saved up all his strength and cursed at Xuan Lingzi.

This scolding completely angered Xuan Lingzi. He picked up a bone-transparent nail and stabbed it hard into Tang Yan's eyebrows, ending her torture.

*

Song Zhao argued with Su Rou in Chaoyang Palace for a long time.

Yuanmu and Wangshu were naturally on her side, but Su Rou kept emphasizing that Tang Ye was just a slave and asked Song Zhao why she was so nervous about her.

Yuan Mu didn't say anything, Song Zhao could only be anxious.

She tried to contact Tang Ye with a spell that was so loud that she could hear her ears, but she received no response.

She can't delay any more. She must not let Tang Ye have any surprises!

So she ignored it and snatched the door and left, "I must save Tang Yan today. If the imperial concubine disagrees, she will order people to tie the palace into the Shenxing Department and send it to the death!"

Worried that Song Zhao would not be able to bear the stimulation when he was pregnant, Yuan Mu got up and wanted to chase him out.

But he had never practiced martial arts and his footwork was not as good as he could.

Wangshu jumped up and chased him out with a very fast body movement.

However, it was only a few seconds away from Song Zhao. Wangshu, who had almost left Chaoyang Palace, looked up and could not see Song Zhao.

Where can Song Zhao continue to wait?

As soon as she left Chaoyang Palace, she used teleportation technique to rush into Shenxing's darkroom.

She saw Tang Feng being trapped on a wooden frame as if she was unconscious and there was no movement, and Xuan Lingzi was also sitting on the chair with her eyes closed.

The spiritual power surged in the dark room. Song Zhao noticed that Tang Feng's spiritual consciousness was forced out of his body by Xuan Lingzi, so he cast a spell to retake her spiritual consciousness and attach it to her body again.

Tang Ye woke up in shock.

She gasped, sweating all over her body, and said to Song Zhao in an extremely weak voice: "Master...he...he is a demon!"

Song Zhaohu was in front of her and felt distressed, "Stop talking, save some effort, I will take you out of here safely."

Xuan Lingzi's spiritual consciousness also returned to his body at this moment.

He looked at Song Zhao with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "I can force her spiritual sense back from my hands. It seems that I am not wrong. You are a demon. You are just possessed on a dead body and concealed your demonic power."

"What does it matter to you?" Song Zhao frowned at him, "But if you hurt Tangtang like this, I will never let you go."

"Oh?" Xuan Lingzi's expression was very relaxed, and she was not afraid of her at all. "How capable are you? How could you not let me go? If you really have the ability to dominate your life, why do you need to stay in the palace with a condescending grace?"

"You can just watch how many skills I have."

Song Zhao picked up the flower with both hands and focused his efforts on his index finger and pointed into the air.

In an instant, black clouds over Shangyuan City were slamming the city, and lightning and thunder continued.

Then, it rained heavily.

Such heavy rain has never seen even the old man in the palace who has been working in Shangyuan City for more than ten years.

The raindrops are like knives, and they hurt their hearts when they hit people.

Lightning flashed through the sky one after another, looking at it.

Yuan Mu and Su Rou, who were originally rushing to Shenxing Department, both retreated.

Only Wangshu was worried about Song Zhao's comfort, and he would come to Shenxing Shishi in the rain.

Song Zhao helped Tang Feng to sit aside, and then said in a deep voice: "The rain outside is like this, and no one will disturb us. How many abilities do you have? Take it out and show me."

The spells used by Xuan Lingzi are all demonic techniques. Although Song Zhao was trapped in the body of a mortal, he was more than enough to deal with him.

After a few rounds, Song Zhao obviously gained the upper hand.

Xuan Lingzi also saw her identity through her spiritual power.

"You are also the Red Fox clan?"

Song Zhao condensed his spiritual power behind him and turned into thousands of sharp swords, "I am your aunt!"

After saying that, she waved her hand at Xuan Lingzi, and the sword light flew towards him.

Xuan Lingzi sacrificed the Demon Subduing Circle to block in front of him, barely resisting Song Zhao's attack, but the Demon Subduing Circle was too heavy to be damaged and shattered all over the ground.

"Impossible! How could an ordinary red fox have such powerful spiritual power? What's more, you are still possessed by the body of a mortal and have no demon inner elixir. In theory, most of your spiritual power should be suppressed. How could it be... Could it be... You are the thousand-year-old red fox Zhaohua in the past!?"

Song Zhao relaxed his wrists, and then pinched his knuckles to crackle.

She approached Xuan Lingzi step by step, and a fire that devoured blood appeared in her eyes, "Jiang Huanran is your disciple? Do you know how he used the despicable means you taught him to torture me in his previous life? When you die, I am not afraid to tell you. I am Zhaohua, and I am not interested in knowing what you are."

Xuan Lingzi knelt down and begged for mercy, but Song Zhao had no intention of being soft-hearted.

She accumulated spiritual power in her palm, raised her hands and fell, and cut off Xuan Lingzi's head in an instant.

He twitched a few times after falling to the ground, and then he returned to his original form.

It was a black leopard. Song Zhao took out his inner alchemy and looked at it that he had at least five hundred years of cultivation.

She handed the inner elixir to Tang Yong, "You are seriously injured. After eating his inner elixir, you can also increase your cultivation while healing. It is an excellent thing."

Tang Feng may not be interested in other things, but when she mentions eating, she is not interested.

She swallowed the inner elixir in one mouthful, and all the injuries on her body were cured.

"Master, what should we do next?"

Song Zhao's ears moved slightly, "Silence, someone is coming."

She used her slender fingertips to scratch Tang Yan's clothes, and then used magic to change many scratches on the two of them.

Then, she used a trick to the black panther's body.

Black Panther came back to life, rushed towards Song Zhao, and threw her to the ground.

Song Zhao shouted for help, and the door of the dark room was kicked open the next moment.

The person who comes is looking down.

He raised his sword and quickly separated the black panther's body and head, saving Song Zhao from the leopard's mouth.

Song Zhao cried weakly with lingering fear: "That Xuan Lingzi...he is a demon! This leopard is his incarnation!"

Wangshu had no doubt about her explanation. He didn't even ask more questions, only caring about whether Song Zhao's body was injured.

Song Zhao's whole body was trembling, and he seemed to be frightened.

She did not answer Wangshu's question, but just kept repeating "Don't come over".

Tang Ye took Song Zhao into his arms with distress, "Mr. Baili! Go and tell the emperor about this!"
Chapter completed!