Chapter 399: Borrowing Your Head

"Aunt..."

Mother and daughter are connected, and Feng Fei seems to feel that her mother is also moving away from her, and tears fall in her eyes.

Sobbing, letting out a cry of great sadness.

Song Mingyang looked disgusted and looked down at the little girl at his feet. Two murderous intentions flashed quickly in his eyes.

"Little girl, I will show mercy and let you live for three more days. After three days, I will reunite your family!"

Song Mingyang murmured softly, and kept making seals in his hands, not paying attention to Feng Fei on the ground.

He had no intention of letting Feng Fei go from the beginning. .??.

After all, as the daughter of Feng Wuren and Luo Ying, only Feng Fei's death can arouse the resentment in their hearts to its peak.

But now, it is not the best time.

On the altar, as Song Mingyang continued to chant incantations, Luo Ying's eyes soon became completely emotionless.

At the same time, the two flying swords on either side of Song Mingyang suddenly burst into light.

When Song Mingyang saw this, he smiled and moved his hands quickly.

Waves of powerful true energy emanated from his body, and immediately, the flying sword trembled suddenly, exuding an even more evil and powerful aura.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, two rays of cold light flashed past, and two flying swords shot out of the air, shooting out of the black mist.

"Fellow Taoist, I've been looking outside for so long, how long will I have to see you again?"

Song Mingyang turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the flying sword.

There was nothing outside the black mist, but his eyes were firm, as if he knew someone was there.

The two flying swords, with two rays of rainbow light of different colors, seemed to be submerged in the mire as soon as they came out of the formation.

Under the influence of a majestic soft force, the two flying swords paused for a moment, then suddenly changed direction, flew back into the formation, and headed straight for Song Mingyang.

Song Mingyang's face didn't change, he raised his hand and gave a weak push in front of him.

The two flying swords stopped not far in front of him, and the recoil force exerted on the swords also disappeared invisible at this moment.

At the same time, a figure wearing a green shirt slowly appeared.

The person who came was no one else, but Su Twelve who came following the sound to save people.

Um?

This is...the late stage of foundation building?

After seeing clearly the cultivation level of the visitor, Song Mingyang's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression became solemn.

Although his expression was solemn, there was no trace of panic on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed to the person and shouted: "Fellow Taoist has been standing outside for so long, is there something wrong?"

"Prying on others refining weapons for no reason is a taboo in the world of immortality!"

Outside the formation, Su Twelve stood proudly, his indifferent face showing no emotion.

"If it's okay, why do you think I'm here?"

The rhetorical question made Song Mingyang frown, "Fellow Taoist, you and I probably don't know each other."

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

While speaking, Song Mingyang's mind was spinning rapidly, silently thinking about when he had ever interacted with this person.

But no matter how you look at it, this is a strange figure.

Su Twelve slowly said: "I do have something to do. I want to borrow something from fellow Taoist."

Song Mingyang looked wary and asked: "What do you want to borrow, fellow Taoist?!"

Su Twelve said calmly: "I want to borrow your head!!!"

Hearing this, Song Mingyang's eyes turned cold, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his eyes.

"Huh? It seems... Taoist friend is deliberately looking for trouble!"

"However, in

Xia Bucai is the third elder of the Duanmu family and a disciple of Duanmu Fenlong. Are you sure you want to attack me? "

"You and I have no grievances in the past, and we have no grievances recently. If fellow Taoist leaves like this, I will pretend that nothing happened."

Song Mingyang spoke quickly and moved directly to the backer behind him.

After all, his cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building. When facing a master who is in the late stage of foundation building, even if he relies on his trump card, he is not afraid of the other party making trouble.

But if he could avoid taking action, he still wouldn't do it at will.

After all, the refining of the Thousand Evil Sword has reached its most critical moment, and sword refining still has to be the main focus.

"So, Your Excellency, you are not willing to borrow it?"

Su Twelve continued to speak, looking at the formation in front of him, but he was not in a hurry to take action.

In fact, he had been here for a while.

When he saw Song Mingyang on the altar, as well as the two flying swords beside him and the resentful spirit emerging from the flying swords, Su Twelve had already guessed the identities of the three people.

Obviously, these are the so-called young master of the Song Dynasty, and the Feng Wuren couple whose souls were sealed after death and refined into evil soldiers.

When he saw Feng Fei and the other villagers in Xiaohe Village, Su Twelve was already secretly relieved.

He could see how much pain Feng Fei and others were suffering. Everyone else was fine, but the little girl's head hurt like that, which made him feel distressed.

But it hurts, and if you want to save people, you can't be impulsive.

The formation in front of him was weird, slightly different from the formations he was familiar with in the past.

He could clearly feel that the formation was full of resentment and contained an extremely astonishing evil energy.

The young master of the Song Mansion was only in the early stages of foundation building. He would not look down upon such an opponent, even if his consciousness was injured.

But coupled with this formation, he had to treat it with caution.

After all, the sea of ​​consciousness is injured

, making it impossible for him to use many of the methods and abilities in the foundation building period.

The key purpose of this trip is to save people.

Once the action is taken, if Feng Fei and others cannot be rescued in time, everyone will die.

Such a result was not what Su Twelve wanted.

Although the young master of the Song Mansion was an immortal cultivator, the life of such a person was insignificant in his eyes, Su Twelve, and could not be compared with Feng Fei or even other villagers of Xiaohe Village.

As he spoke, the true energy in Su Twelve's body surged, silently gathering momentum.

Although the observation time was not too long, he already had some grasp of this formation.

If not, how could Song Mingyang in the formation discover his existence.

While the two were talking, Feng Fei, who was crying on the ground, had already stopped crying.

Looking up at the blurry figure appearing in the sky, Feng Fei clenched her fists, eyes flashing with tears of excitement.

The moment she saw Su Twelve, she wanted to shout excitedly.

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back hard.

Although Feng Fei is young, he is far more sensible than other children of the same age.

She knew very well that the sick uncle must have come here to save her.

But now that I am so close to this bad guy, if I speak out, not only will the other party know the origin of the sick uncle, but I may also become a drag on the sick uncle.

Feng Fei remained silent, her body trembling slightly, and her eyes were filled with excitement and infinite trust in her sick uncle.

After the sick uncle was beaten away again and again and defeated the bad guys, the figure of the sick uncle was firmly engraved in her mind, and he became the unparalleled hero who saved her in her heart.

Song Mingyang's face was cold and extremely ugly.

"Fellow Taoist, are you really going to be an enemy of me and the Duanmu family?"