Could it be that he wanted to blow up his Nascent Soul and die with them?

"Don't even think about it!" Shen Yanqi mobilized the spiritual energy around him and concentrated it all on his magic weapon. The talismans were flying. His wealth was also given by Yuanying monks. It was no better than the hundreds of dollars he had spent on it. How much is the difference between Feng Leshan and Feng Leshan?

What he was most worried about was that because there was no hope of victory, Feng Leshan would blow up his Nascent Soul and die together.

The power of the Nascent Soul's self-destruction is equivalent to the power produced by the Nascent Soul's entire cultivation. This power has nothing to do with the cultivation level of the body it occupies, but only depends on the level of the Nascent Soul's own cultivation.

The blue flame beat even more fiercely, and the wind control technique could only split it apart, but after the wind blade left, it quickly returned to its original appearance, bonded together, and ran towards Qing Ge again. Go over and continue to hit the white silk formed by the flowing light sword.

On the other side, Shen Yanqi was resisting Feng Leshan and was on guard against him blowing up his Nascent Soul. Feng Leshan had a vicious smile on his face and seemed to be very happy watching their struggle.

"Struggle, I like to see people struggling before death. That makes me find it very interesting. Don't you think so? Think about it, you are about to die, but you still want to live, how much do you want to live? It will be so painful for you to die."

"Hahaha, it's so interesting. Why was it that I was so obsessed with attaining the Great Dao, becoming a god or becoming an immortal? I didn't find it interesting and enjoyable to watch other people's painful struggles. Just struggle. The more you struggle, the more I feel. The happier you are, anyway, I have plenty of ways to make you die here!"

"You twisted monster, even if you can find a suitable body, you will still be a monster who will never see the light of day. The person who suffers the most and struggles the most is you. If you like, find a place to reflect on what you have experienced. Those pains will surely make you feel even more happy than you are now!"

Qingge's voice came from the other side. She felt that she had nothing to do with the blue flame, but she was not completely helpless. At least the flame could not move forward one step further. They could only maintain mutual respect. Confrontational situation.

Although the Bai Ling of the Flowing Light Sword cannot ensure enough safety, with the addition of the wind control technique that constantly destroys the power of the flame, its aggressiveness has been weakened a lot.

That's why she was able to pull out her energy and curse at Feng Leshan, who had fallen into a demonic state.

She has never been a tolerant person, so when Zhao Xian bullied her at first, she would make Zhao Xian unhappy. Liu Huixue scratched her, and she definitely wanted to scratch her back. Xie Chunan slapped her, She also kept it in mind that sooner or later she would get this debt back.

Regarding Feng Leshan who had taken over her father's body, she would not say a kind word to him, but used extremely vicious words.

"Stinky girl! Don't you think you died quickly enough?" Although Feng Leshan knew that Qing Ge stepped on his painful foot intentionally, he still couldn't help but want to retaliate.

Over the past few hundred or thousands of years, the one thing he hated most was that he was blind, and that he was sky-blind and would never be able to see again. Even when he was cultivating the Nascent Soul and rebuilding his body , it is still difficult for the eyes to see the light.

Every time he goes out, even though he is already a Nascent Soul monk and should be the object of admiration by everyone, he still feels the pity expressed in others' comments and words and deeds.

So what if he is blind? He is a Nascent Soul monk, so he can kill at will. He doesn't care whether he can transform into a god. Anyway, for thousands of years, the monks who have transformed into gods are just legends. So why can't he live according to his own wishes and follow me? Whoever prospers and goes against me will perish?

"If you could kill us, why wait until now?" Shen Yanqi took out another thing and blessed it on his magic weapon. Qingge could feel the profound power contained in it just by feeling. The formation and the sufficient spiritual energy it contains.

"If you could kill us, you wouldn't do it until now, because you are not sure at all!"

Every time Shen Yanqi said a word, Feng Leshan's face darkened. He was really not sure that he could deal with Qing Ge and Shen Yanqi, so he directly offered Qing Ge to trade her body with her from the beginning. Firstly, the matter of father's body can disrupt their plan, and secondly, what if this plan can succeed?

Although things did not turn out as they expected, they successfully left an impression in their minds and bought themselves a lot of time.

Now, the young man in front of him actually saw through his intentions early in the morning.

Feng Leshan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Although he had lived for so many years, he was not as quick-witted as the young people. Although the young people did not reveal his intentions for a while, they already had corresponding coping methods. He was worthy of being a generation leader. Outstanding person.

Huh, outstanding? What he hates the most in his life is the word outstanding. His understanding is not high and his talent is not high. To be able to reach the end and practice to the stage of Yuanhou monk, apart from the relationship between luck and chance, probably everyone is the same. He thought that a blind man with no merits could achieve much, so he worked very hard.

Unexpectedly, I never expected that he, a helpless casual cultivator who was not favored by anyone in the past, would end up among the handful of people with the highest level of cultivation in the entire Zhongzhou Continent.

"Young man, I have to praise your intelligence. Unfortunately, I hate smart people the most, so you must die a good death so that I can feel comfortable."

Feng Leshan pushed back his hair that was messy with his own energy. Baili Zhengyuan's face was extremely handsome after drinking wine, but now Feng Leshan's evil temperament brought out a bit of coquettish beauty.

Qingge continued to fight against the blue flame, hoping to extinguish the flame, but she tried her best and was unable to move the blue flame at all.

"Do you think you can eliminate the ghost fire with your little ability? You are so naive, young man, didn't you tell your sweetheart what it is? I can see from your look that you clearly know what it is. Yeah...haha..." Feng Leshan smoothed his hair behind his ears, then his expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Shen Yanqi and Qing Ge fiercely.

"What I hate the most is that geniuses like you, who claim to be extremely talented, put on a arrogant face all the time, and no one looks down on you. Do you know how annoying your face is?"
Chapter completed!