Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

The wind orbs were already blowing fiercely, and Long Aotian used all his strength to prevent them from destroying another one, but there were countless wind orbs around him.

At this moment, the wind blast also carried some ice spikes.

He was completely caught off guard; his clothes were already torn and covered in blood.

Long Aotian frowned, but continued to swing the Golden Dragon Sword in his hand, even as he gradually grew weaker.

Do you still think she has five spiritual roots?

Yuwen Donghai chuckled.

Although this little girl isn't from their family, they've heard that Wuji is on good terms with her.

Seeing the Luo family members suffer a setback at this moment, one can't describe how good it felt.

The middle-aged man who had previously judged Song Qingyou to have five spiritual roots now had an extremely unpleasant expression on his face.

Yuwen Donghai, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was naturally not someone to be trifled with.

However, he couldn't help but sigh, "The world is truly full of wonders."

"Ancestor, what kind of spiritual root does this woman possess?"

The young man standing behind Yuwen Donghai asked with some confusion.

"Not only can she flexibly use the five elemental roots of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, but she also possesses mutated wind and ice elemental roots..."

The young man who was speaking looked at the center of the field and suddenly stopped talking.

The noise on the field had been somewhat deafening, but now everyone had forgotten to speak.

They all stared wide-eyed at...

Watching intently.

Suddenly, Song Qingyou held a ball of lightning in her hand, which crackled with lightning.

However, Long Aotian was now entangled in the wind orbs, which contained ice blades.

As the wind blew, the ice blades began to drip water.

Long Aotian was already exhausted. He could not resist the lightning ball in Song Qingyou's hand that was about to hit him.

"Long Aotian, do you admit defeat?"

Song Qingyou had a slight smile on her lips.

But in Long Aotian's eyes, that smile was a sarcastic one.

Why? After the battle, he was left in a sorry state by this demoness, and all his spiritual energy was used up.

He couldn't even get close to this demoness!

Long Aotian's eyes were filled with intense, unyielding anger.

We would rather die than surrender!

Long Aotian would never admit defeat; he would rather die than bow his head before this despicable woman.

A hint of mockery flashed in Song Qingyou's eyes. Anyway, she had already said beforehand that now that a ball of lightning had been thrown down, his death or injury would have nothing to do with her.

At that moment, she gently tossed her finger, and the ball of lightning hurtled towards Long Aotian.

Long Aotian's eyes widened. He knew he couldn't dodge it; if that ball of lightning hit him, he would surely die.

To die at the hands of this witch, Heaven has no eyes!

He closed his eyes with resentment, awaiting the moment of death.

"Senior brother..."

Suddenly, I heard my junior sister's shouts, and then I smelled a foul burning odor.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Long Aotian opened his eyes and abruptly saw his junior sister lying in front of him.

It had turned into a charred mess, and its former delicate appearance was nowhere to be seen.

"Junior sister..."

Long Aotian let out a heart-wrenching scream. He knelt down, wanting to touch his junior sister's body, but there was still a crackling sound of electricity on the charred remains.