i object to this marriage

340

It's this time, and he still cares about whether others will step into his territory?

Blood flowed onto my hands, and I said angrily, "It doesn't matter whether I enter the Qilin Temple or not, what matters is that you are dying!"

I lifted his arm and put it around my neck, but Ling Zhao was half a head taller than me, and it was difficult for me to exert my strength. If I wanted to carry him on my back, I would definitely hurt the wound on his chest. It seems... there is only one There is a way!

"Be patient."

I bent down—

"Step aside."

——Hooked over Ling Zhao's knee, lifted him vigorously, and hugged him horizontally.

341

The veins on Ling Zhao's forehead popped instantly, he snorted, and then became furious: "Let go!"

"My chest is bursting with blood, so don't say a few words."

"To shut up!"

He is so heavy, I haven't said anything yet, how dare he complain?

I didn't have the heart to argue with him, I hugged him and quickly left the house that had been turned into ruins, entered Liuhuoyong Road and walked outside the Qilin Hall.

342

The Protoss has a powerful self-healing ability, the stronger the divine power, the faster the self-healing.

The last time Phoenix God kicked at least a few broken ribs of Ling Zhao, it seemed that the strike was not serious, but to Ling Zhao, it was just a minor injury that healed in an instant.

This time it is very different. If the heart is injured, no matter how strong the divine power is, it is difficult to heal itself in a short time. You have to find Qingfeng Shenjun or Qingfeng Lord, and let them use the power of regeneration of all things to help repair it.

343

The entire palace in the Qilin Temple collapsed, shattering all the barriers around it. Before we reached the door of the store, a golden light flashed in front of us, and the cardinal priest arrived.

I was relieved: "The cardinal priest—"

The cardinal priest raised his hand to stop me, and pressed Ling Zhao's shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, my hand was empty.

I stared at the blood stained on my hand in place, froze for a moment, then closed my palms and chased after the distant golden light.

344

Although I often fought with Ling Zhao and hated him, I never thought about killing him. He often troubles me, and there is a reason for it. I just want to teach him a lesson.

What's more, he will be the god of war who can kill all directions in the future, and he can die on the battlefield. He must not die so easily in the hands of the demons in the land of the gods.

Otherwise... the territory of the two war gods, Qilinjiang and Fenghuangchi, will be in chaos, and it will be a fatal blow to the heaven.

Thousands of possibilities flew through my mind, and before I knew it, cold sweat broke out on my forehead and the tip of my nose.

345

Ling Zhao, don't die.

346

The lights in front of Qingfeng Hall were brightly lit, and many immortals had already gathered, looking inside without knowing it.

When Si Mingjun and others saw me, they all gathered around and asked in one go:

"Mr. Baihua, what happened?"

"What happened to that loud noise just now?"

"But Lord Baihua is fighting with Lord Qilin again?"

"Mr. Qilin is injured?"

"Oh, Mr. Baihua, I'm going to say it's your fault..."

347

My brain ached from hearing this, I said "Sorry", pushed aside all the immortals surrounding me, and entered Qingfeng Palace.

348

The cardinal priest stood by the bed, and Qingfeng Jun sat by the bed, covering the wound on Ling Zhao's chest with one hand. Neither of them gave me a look, so I walked a few steps away from the bed and stood still. .

After a while, Lord Qingfeng withdrew his hand, covered in sweat and pale, and took a few breaths.

I didn't dare to relax, and asked anxiously, "How is it?"