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Chapter 308 Fu Qiancheng¡¯s Persistence

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    The air is filled with frightening thunder power.

    Because the middle-aged demon felt the threat, he clenched the ax in his hand and injected a large amount of spiritual power into it.

    Originally the ax was only the size of a normal axe, but in the blink of an eye the blood-red ax in his hand grew a bit larger.

    The lines on the ax head look even more ferocious.

    Seeing this, Shen Bingqing also used the Feiyu Sword. The snow-white sword body, as thin as a cicada's wing, and its light and elegant appearance really deserved the name.

    I saw a fiery red figure like a red bird appearing above her.

    However, her pale face proved that the spiritual power in her body was seriously overdrawn.

    "Go~!"

    Yin Qianshang waved his Chixiao Sword, and saw a thick bolt of lightning striking at the middle-aged demon.

    Shen Bingqing also fired a red Suzaku flame at the same time.

    "Open the magic power!"

    The middle-aged demon swung the blood-red ax in his hand, and a huge red tornado continued to circle above him.

    Shen Bingqing had a strange look on his face when he saw this red tornado.

    The surrounding flying sand and rocks are constantly being swept up by the red tornado.

    I saw him suddenly sucking his big hand to the side.

    The Qi Refining cultivator in front was actually sucked in by the red tornado, and the middle-aged demon's big hands pinched the male cultivator's neck.

    They, the male cultivators, threw the purple lightning in front of them.

    Then he flew into the air and controlled the red tornado above to meet the fiery red flames.

    What he didn¡¯t expect was that instead of being weakened, the red flame burned even more intensely.

    The strong flames shot up to the ground and surrounded the middle-aged demon clan.

    The middle-aged demon used his demonic energy to try to push the flame away.

    Because the flames were too strong, his arms were directly contaminated by the flames.

    In the blink of an eye, the flames spread along his arm. The middle-aged demon gritted his teeth and swung his ax to chop off his left arm.

    "Hiss~!"

    Blood continued to flow to the ground along his broken arm. The middle-aged demon pressed acupuncture points around the broken arm to slow down the blood loss.

    "How could this be possible? My cultivation level is obviously higher than yours, so attribute restraint should not work."

    "No, what kind of flame are you talking about? It can't be an ordinary flame!" The middle-aged demon suddenly seemed to have remembered something and stared at the flame in Shen Bingqing's hand.

    Shen Bingqing did not respond to his words, her eyes looked towards the altar.

    The middle-aged demon followed her gaze and looked at the altar, only to see that only a small part of the formation pattern above the altar was about to be completed.

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    Within the furnace boundary, the demonic fire was still attacking the two of them.

    "Fu Qiancheng, be careful behind you!" Xu Qingqiu's wounds looked more serious. She quickly pulled Fu Qiancheng to avoid the demonic fire behind her.

    "Huh~ Thank you so much Qingqiu," it was rare to see such a sincere smile on Fu Qiancheng's face.

    The two of them were sweating profusely, and the effect of the Ice Spirit Root was getting lower and lower as the temperature in the furnace increased.

    For some reason, Xu Qingqiu felt that Fu Qiancheng was becoming quieter and quieter.

    At this moment, Fu Qiancheng took back the jade flute in his hand, and then he took out a white jade flute from the storage ring.

    This jade flute is extremely pure white and seems to have no impurities. If you keep staring at it, your consciousness will feel a tingling sensation.

    Xu Qingqiu quickly withdrew his gaze.

    "I've told you that your sound attack is of no use to me, I advise you not to waste your efforts," Bogu's body rose into the air at this moment.

    ¡°Don¡¯t talk so early, you won¡¯t know until you try it,¡± Fu Qiancheng said, panting due to exhaustion.

    "Xiao Qingqiu, you have to take good care of yourself," Fu Qiancheng suddenly smiled and said with relief.

    Xu Qingqiu didn¡¯t like his tone, it sounded like he was saying goodbye.

    "Don't do stupid things, otherwise you will never be able to pursue Bingqing for the rest of your life," Xu Qingqiu advised.

    "How can I do such stupid things? Don't forget that I am a very life-loving person," Fu Qiancheng showed a narcissistic smile as always.

    He picked up the white jade flute in his hand and started blowing it.

    In an instant, Xu Qingqiu noticed the strong rhythm fluctuations in the white jade flute.

    The sound of the melody is different from the previous gentle and sad music, which makes people fall deeply into it; this time the melody seems to be moreWhat's more, it's tragic.

    Unconsciously, a picture seemed to appear in Xu Qingqiu's mind.

    The sound of the flute echoes through the clouds,

    The cold color invades the heart and crosses the rocky stream.

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    The vast wilderness is filled with smoke and desolation,

    The setting sun is low at the end of the world.

    Looking back, the red bridge turned into a phantom,

    You should be taught where to find secluded shelter.

    In confusion, a cool air circulated in her mind.

    Xu Qingqiu was originally trapped in a desolate illusion, but fortunately he was awakened by Bai Lian.

    The demonic fires around them were constantly attacking Xu Qingqiu and the two of them, and the demon's expression looked very painful.

    "I really underestimated you. You can still bounce after struggling for so long, but so what?"

    Bogu controlled the magic fire, and his hands were suddenly sucked around.

    A large amount of gray-black magic fire rushed towards his hands.

    This demonic energy became more and more powerful, and Xu Qingqiu felt severe discomfort in her body. The feeling of the demonic energy colliding with her body made her spit out a mouthful of blood.

    The limbs tremble unconsciously due to weakness.

    "Pfft!"

    Fu Qiancheng, who was playing the jade flute, suddenly vomited blood and looked extremely pale.

    No, it looks like he can't withstand the power of the white jade flute.

    "Fu Qiancheng, stop quickly!" Xu Qingqiu looked anxiously at Fu Qiancheng's pale face, sweating like rain.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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