Chapter 122

In that case, let's just see what you're going to do!

Then, bidong continued to urge his martial spirit, and Yan Mengmeng became in a trance.

Naturally, it was played for Bi bidong. She was really in a trance. Yan Mengmeng's black soul power coat had been lifted long ago.

If she had drunk this cup, Yan Mengmeng might have fallen here. Unfortunately, she just took a sip.

It's no problem to suppress the poison with your soul power for a moment.

a moment.

Yan Mengmeng pretends to faint to the ground, and bibidong doesn't continue to urge the ghost anymore, motioning chrysanthemum pass and the ghost to take Yan Mengmeng away.

Chrysanthemum mother: "old ghost, go!"

Ghost: "why don't you come?"

Chrysanthemum mother: "how can I do these physical work with such a delicate body."

Ghosts:

Yan Mengmeng:

In this way, Yan Mengmeng was taken to an unknown little black room by ghost Douluo Kang.

Bibidong: "watch her. I'll recover."

Chrysanthemum pass: "don't worry, your majesty, there are us ~"

Yan Mengmeng: Oh

It's really disgusting. Listening to the delicate voice of chrysanthemum mother, even if you close your eyes, you can imagine that you can make orchids with charming eyes and enchanting posture.

I can't stand it.

Then came the footsteps of bidon leaving and the information leakage of the two.

Yan Mengmeng really didn't expect that these two were still teammates!

Chrysanthemum pass: "Your Majesty, this soul eating spider poison is really powerful. God can't stop it!"

Ghost: "why do you think your majesty can inherit the throne?"

Chrysanthemum pass: "well, with this God here, it must be easy for your majesty to inherit the throne."

Ghost: "even without this person, your majesty can become a God."

Chrysanthemum pass: "old ghost, what's the matter with the little girl's sword?"

Yan Mengmeng: "this question, don't you ask me?"

Yan Mengmeng suddenly made them tremble, and suddenly looked back. At this time, several small lights flashed through the wooden door behind them.

In the blink of an eye, the fine marks disappeared, and the wooden door in front of him broke open directly.

Behind the wooden door, naturally, Yan Mengmeng was holding the shadow sword. With the light shining in, the blade of the shadow sword completely disappeared.

Yan Mengmeng looked at them with a smile. The blue pattern flickered in her left eye. The chrysanthemum mother in front suddenly lost consciousness and stood in place.

Then point the sword at the ghost on one side and keep smiling!

∩_ ∩

The sharp and invisible sword tip pointed directly at the throat of the ghost. Although he could not see it, he could touch the invisible sword tip only by swallowing his saliva a little.

With this change, he was not even qualified to shout.

Looking at the unconscious chrysanthemum pass next to him, he knew that he must have been controlled by Yan Mengmeng.

Look at Yan Mengmeng, who looks like a black devil in front of him. The cold sweat on his body can't stop coming down.

Now in this situation, he is not even qualified to launch his life-saving soul technology. In addition, his strength is much worse than before due to the reverse bite of the previous martial soul fusion technology.

Facing Yan Mengmeng, there is really no room for resistance.

Looking at the ghost in front of him, Yan Mengmeng asked, "what's that soul eating spider poison?"

Ghost: "hmm? You're still poisoned. Why do you..."

Before he finished, Yan Mengmeng directly began to wave his sword. In a short breath, Yan Mengmeng's wrist shook to the extreme. Dozens of sword marks crossed the ghost's side, and each sword was close to his body.

Although he could not see the shadow of the sword, he felt it clearly when the blade crossed the breeze from the split air flow.

The shadow of the sword passed, and a hair of the ghost stayed on the back of the blade.

This is the real strength of Yan Mengmeng. Among so many ghosts and demons, Yan Mengmeng can eliminate one with a sword. Naturally, there is no need to say more about the difficulty.

Seeing this, the ghost was completely stunned.

Yan Mengmeng also achieved the desired effect, so he continued to ask, "think clearly. I'm talking. Even if I'm poisoned, killing you is a matter of moving my wrist. You can have a try."

Ghost: "no... no..."

Yan Mengmeng: "then tell me what the poison is."

Ghost: "this is the poison of your Majesty's martial spirit. It contains the original power of the martial spirit. No one can solve it except your majesty."

Hum, tell you what. Your majesty is here. You are not suppressed.

Yan Mengmeng: "Oh, what about inheriting the throne?"

Ghost: "this..."

The ghost hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak. As a result, someone came.

Looking at the visitor, he was an old man with white hair.

Yan Mengmeng was wondering who it was. The old man stared at the scene with wide eyes and didn't react. Then the ghost began to wink wildly.

The old man who received the signal reacted and began to shout directly.

"Your Majesty, your majesty ~ ~"

Yan Mengmeng:

She really didn't expect this kind of "old" friend called parents to appear.

But obviously it was still useful. Bidong really heard the sound.

Obviously, bidong is not feeling well now. It is estimated that it is due to the use of the original power of his own martial soul.

The original ruddy face turned pale.

He looked at Yan Mengmeng with a puzzled face, and then immediately began to urge his soul to control Yan Mengmeng again.

Yan Mengmeng immediately felt that the body type was different, but it was still under control. At least now, if the ghost dared to do anything, Yan Mengmeng could directly send him to the last pope with a sword.

The next thing is to see who can't hold on first. Anyway, it's no problem for Yan Mengmeng.

At bibidong, the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and he was still trying his best to maintain his martial spirit.

Yan Mengmeng really couldn't see it anymore and interrupted her.

"Your holiness, in fact, we can talk. Your move is useless to me."

After hearing this, Bibi was embarrassed. Under the gaze of Yan Mengmeng's black eyes, she thought for a long time before she stopped.

Weakly asked, "how do you... Want to talk?"

Yan Mengmeng: "simple, three questions, one question for one of you. Do you think this is still very cost-effective?"

Bibidong:) ＾)

She is really wrong. How can a mere mortal rival God.

In desperation, she agreed with Yan Mengmeng.

Yan Mengmeng also put away the shadow on the ghost and lifted her control over the chrysanthemum pass.

Chrysanthemum shut herself back and looked confused. Before he knew what was going on, the ghost took him here with a flash.

The ghost went up and helped the weak bibidong, whispered in her ear, "he should be coming soon, your majesty, don't panic."

Of course, bidon knows who he's talking about, but is it really useful for the old man to come?

She's not sure.

In this way, Yan Mengmeng looked at the three people, smiled and said, "well, your holiness, now let's start our first question, how to solve this poison?"

Bidong: "aren't you... Not poisoned?"

Yan Mengmeng: "I'm poisoned. Your poison is actually very powerful. If I drink all that cup, I'll really fall into your hands, but you don't have to worry. It's easy to kill the three of you!"

Three people:

Listen, listen, are you talking about people?