Meng fanglan's voice turned cold.
In the blood light, the tree rose again. Song Qing's small figure leaned against the mulberry tree and was suppressed by the blood light.
In his soul, the dark cyan token seemed to have sensed the presence of the evil Qi in song qingxiao's body. It began to devour the remaining evil Qi in her body.
The three ghost head imprints on his thigh did not get a response from Meng fanglan, and began to wither rapidly.
The black gas on the ghost's head was sucked away. As it wailed, the imprint gradually faded.
Song qingxiao was pleasantly surprised, but when she heard Meng fanglan's question, her heart tensed up.
Meng Fang LAN stepped out and her figure got closer and closer to the East Qin wuwo.
A large amount of baleful aura appeared around her. It was clear that if East Qin wuwo's words did not suit her, she would start a massacre.
"Over there!" At this moment, the old Daoist priest shouted in joy.
