Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chapter 806 send you away

Wan Ling flew onto Feng Qingran's shoulders and held his little head high, "You are all good people. I am very satisfied with what I eat. Don't worry, I won't eat your food in vain. Master, give them some reward."

Hearing Wan Ling's words, Dugu Jianyi's indifferent face also showed a bit of smile.

"Hahaha... Junior sister, you are not a contracted beast, you are just an ancestor." Baili Wenyue teased unceremoniously.

Mu Qianjue and Ning Shiyue tried their best to hold back their laughter.

The corners of Feng Qingran's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

Wan Ling also secretly sent a message to Feng Qingran: "Master, their food is too little. I finished it in just a few bites."

Feng Qingran believed in Wan Ling's words. Even though its entire body was only as big as a hand, when it ate, it could open its mouth wide enough to swallow several cows.

People like Dugu Jianyi don't like to eat food because they are worried that impurities will be left in their bodies.

Compared with the normal diet, they mostly eat Bigu Pill.

"Phoenix Master! Are you okay?" came an anxious voice.

The eight-headed heron rushed to Feng Qingran, with various emotions mixed in his eyes, "Master Feng, where did you go just now? I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

"Chirp chirp chirp..." Wan Ling called several times.

"Ah?" The eight-headed heron looked at Wan Ling, with only fear in its eyes. It even thought it had seen it wrong, shook its head, and stared at Wan Ling again.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" Wan Ling's voice rose a little higher, his little head held high, his eyes almost raised to the sky.

The eyes of the eight-headed heron became erratic. They looked at Feng Qingran and then at Wan Ling, extremely confused.

Two masters appeared at once.

Which one should it recognize?

The blood in its bones will unconsciously surrender to all spirits.

It is an irresistible law.

All spirits are the bloodline of the Lord of all beasts. If it goes against the wishes of all spirits, it is likely to be erased by the law...

Feng Qingran's eyes flashed slightly and she asked, "Eight-Heron, what's wrong?"

The eight-headed heron shrank its neck and lowered its voice: "Phoenix Master, it wants me to find all the beasts in the War of Gods. It also said that hybrid beasts like the two-headed demon eclipse are missing. Animal meat is not tasty, so it wants to eat those that are purebred and naturally derived.”

"Wan Ling, is this like this?" Feng Qingran asked faintly.

Wan Ling felt very guilty, "Master, I just want to be full. Only when I am full can I grow up and help you better."

Its current strength can only exert pressure on beasts within a ten-mile radius.

But it can't cause substantial harm to them.

In this case, even a slightly stronger beast would not listen to it.

It has the power of blood, and due to the law, those beasts will not harm it.

But it couldn't use this power to protect Feng Qingran.

It needs more strength, more power. Only by becoming stronger can it have a chance to prevent those beasts from attacking Feng Qingran.

"Wanling, growth requires a process and cannot be achieved overnight. If you eat them all, who will you rule in the future?" Feng Qingran's voice became softer.

As the master of all beasts, Wanling has the responsibility to control all beasts, and naturally also has the responsibility to protect all beasts.

Feng Qingran didn't want Wan Ling to become the master of beasts who only knew how to devour his own kind.

"Master, I'm sorry, I haven't thought about this." Wan Ling really didn't think that much.

Feng Qingran used the power of her soul to explore Wanling's body.

The powerful bloodline power in its body makes its body much stronger than other beasts.

The power it can carry is countless times higher than other small beasts.

But after all, it has just emerged from the shell and is still a mortal body. The power that its body can withstand is still limited.

Therefore, Feng Qingran did not immediately feed it those natural and earthly treasures.

Feng Qingran wanted to wait for a while to let it adapt to the strength before giving it higher-level food.

And the inheritance in Wanling's body has not yet been activated.

All spirits at this moment are equivalent to a little baby who knows nothing and must be guided, otherwise it is likely to go astray.

The activation of Wanling's bloodline should require an opportunity.

Feng Qingran didn't know what this opportunity was.

However, before the inheritance of all spirits is activated, she will put restrictions on what it does.

"Wanling, there is no need to apologize. You need to digest the power in your body first and take your time." After Feng Qingran finished speaking, he looked at the eight-headed heron and nine-headed baby.

The Nine-Headed Creepy Infant only has five heads left, and its strength has declined by half.

Feng Qingran did not restore the strength of the Nine-Headed Weiying thing.

"Eight-Heroned Heron, go and gather all the orcs and tell them to come here."

"Master Phoenix, you don't want to kill all the beasts, do you?" Eight-Heron asked tentatively.

It has little friendship with other orcs.

But after all, they were of the same race, so the eight herons couldn't help but care about their fate.

"That kind of person am I?" Feng Qingran's eyes were threatening, with a sense of oppression.

"No, no, no... Master Phoenix, don't misunderstand me. I'm asking blindly. I'll go right away." The eight-headed heron's heart trembled, and it felt like it had lost its mind!

Feng Qingran saw the eight-headed heron leaving, and then looked up at the sky. Netherworld Kun and the five-headed yin-yang dog were still fighting fiercely.

There is not much difference in their strength. If they are ignored, they will probably be able to fight until the end of the year of the monkey.

"Little Junior Sister, have you found a way to leave the battlefield of the gods?" Mu Qianjue asked curiously.

Now they can't even find the place to come in.

The two people above are equivalent to the ceiling of the gods' battlefield strength. They have no way to leave here. Mu Qianjue can't help but worry about leaving.

"Fourth Senior Brother, I didn't find the exit, but I can send you away."

Mu Qianjue's expression paused. This statement always sounded a little wrong?

"Little junior sister, have you already understood that way?" Ning Shiyue's eyes flashed with surprise, and her tone was full of surprise.

Feng Qingran nodded affirmatively to Ning Shiyue.

"What is that way?" Baili Wenyue asked in confusion.

"That's that, I still need to ask." Ning Shiyue spoke briskly, and then gave Feng Qingran a thumbs up.

Dugu Jian looked at Feng Qingran in silence, with complicated eyes. After all, he could not catch up with his junior sister.

When can he stand in front of other junior brothers and sisters and protect them from danger?

"Little junior sister, tell me honestly, what state are you in now?" Mu Qianjue's beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of disbelief.

Feng Qingran felt four pairs of eyes staring at her, and her voice was light and sweet, "The early stage of the Immortal Saint."

"Fuck!" Baili Wenyue raised his hand and pinched Mu Qianjue's arm hard, and asked, "Fourth senior brother, does it hurt?"

"Get lost!" Mu Qianjue glared at Baili Wenyue, then looked at Feng Qingran with resentment, "Little junior sister, you are trying to drag me to death!"

After Mu Qianjue finished speaking, he kicked Baili Wenyue on the butt and asked coldly: "Does it hurt?"