But when I looked down, there was a faint black light on my wrist.

Prajna examined Zheng Ling and looked at her weak appearance. She didn't believe she couldn't subdue her at all. So she made persistent efforts and challenged Zheng Ling again.

Seeing this, Yan Zheng pushed Zheng Ling away and said angrily, "dead Taoist, why are you against my sister?"

Prajna pushed Yan Zheng away with one palm. Yan Zheng was extremely powerful. Yan Zheng suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zheng Ling saw that his brother was hurt, so he rushed over angrily and fought with Prajna.

Although she is weak, she is still agile. The key to dealing with Prajna is wisdom. After several rounds, Prajna didn't get a bargain.

The evil Taoist priest fought with Lord Zhan for several rounds, and he couldn't even touch his fur. He looked at Lord Zhan with awe and appreciation.

The Taoist priest jumped out of the way, looked at Lord Zhan wickedly, and said provocatively, "Lord Zhan has good skills. What a pity..." After that, he didn't break it. Then he took a spell out of his wide cuff and lit it with fire.

In an instant, everyone felt a splitting headache, as if the soul and body had to be pulled away.

Lord Zhan couldn't stand it and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms. Zheng Ling hurriedly ran over and pulled up Lord Zhan and held him tightly in his arms.

"Brother Jue, what's the matter with you?"

"Zheng Ling, are you okay?" Lord Zhan was relieved to see that Zheng Ling seemed normal.

Zheng Ling also felt stunned: "I seem to be all right."

However, seeing Zhan ye and his brother rolling on the ground in great pain, Zheng Ling felt very uncomfortable.

She rushed to the Taoist priest like a crazy beast: "stop it."

Close to the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest held her throat. "Yan Zhengling, do you want to die?"

Zheng Ling immediately felt that his brain was short of oxygen and his breathing was not smooth. She reached out and grabbed the Taoist's hand, trying to get rid of his claws. But the Taoist's hands were like iron pliers, and she couldn't move.

At last, when she looked twice and felt that she was going to see the king of hell, her neck suddenly forgives.

Then somehow, the strength of holding her throat suddenly relaxed, the respiratory tract expanded, and she inhaled the air.

"Zheng Ling." Lord Zhan ran unsteadily.

When he saw Zheng Ling's skin turning black and his delicate skin covered with scales, he stayed in place in surprise.

"Oh, my God. What's the matter with Zheng Ling?" Yan Zheng shouted.

Zheng Ling caught the Taoist's hand and pushed it with a cold light at the bottom of his eyes. The Taoist's spell suddenly disappeared.

"Ah?" The Taoist priest was shocked.

"Yan Zhengling. You've seen him. Haven't you?"

"Where the hell is Jun Tianze? Speak quickly? If you don't, I want them all to die." The Taoist pointed to Lord Zhan and said.

At this time, the seven orifices of Lord Zhan began to bleed.

Zheng Ling burst into a roar: "stop it." At the moment, she just wanted to die together with the Taoist. She rushed over and kicked the Taoist with a shadowless foot.

The Taoist retreated and the clang plume swept the air.

The Taoist angrily said, "Yan Zhengling, toast without penalty." He clapped the Vajra palm with great force. Zheng Ling couldn't avoid it and took a palm.

Lord Zhan roared with hiss: "Zheng Ling."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Ling just trembled. After stabilizing her posture, she slapped back. This palm seemed to startle the flying dragon out of the hole. Suddenly, the huge Flying Dragon flew out of the palm and directly cleaved to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was unprepared and flew far behind.

The flying dragon didn't pursue the victory, and rolled up Zheng plumes, so they quickly fled the scene.