Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

[Giggle, host, you are really powerful. You have destroyed the inheritance and immortal sword that Xue Liner originally wanted to inherit. It will be difficult for her to play prestige in the secret realm. 】

With a smile on her face, Chong Ai walked out slowly, and the palace behind her disappeared out of thin air.

A gust of hot air rushed out, and the hot temperature was very uncomfortable.

Although Chong Ai is a snake demon in this plane, he will feel very uncomfortable in this high temperature.

Once again, she cast a spell on herself to get an isolation shield, and she walked all the way out along the mountain road.

Most of the swords in the sword tomb were cut off by her, and the remaining swords were basically not very good, unless the disciples were highly cultivated and could go deep into dangerous places to find high-grade swords.

Suddenly, there was the sound of fighting not far ahead, and occasionally there was the sound of rocks exploding.

"Bang——" A red light flashed over and exploded on the mountain wall. The stones shattered and fell into the magma. Almost the moment they fell, they were scalded into nothingness by the magma.

"Don't come here, I'll be welcome if you come again!" A female voice shouted sharply.

[Host, Zhong Lingxiu is in trouble, are you going to save her now? 】Fen Jiujiu asked.

Chong Ai's eyes flickered slightly, and she said lightly, "Wait a minute."

【why? Wait any longer and she'll be hurt. 】Fen Jiujiu is puzzled.

The corners of Chong Ai's lips curled into a cold arc, and said: "It is only when she is injured that she will go out and save her when she is most desperate, and it will be the most unforgettable."

[Oh~ host, how are you~]

Chong Ai sneered and said, "I am the villain, not the Virgin. Besides, if you save a lot of people, people will take it for granted."

[Host, you are right, human beings, you have saved her many times. If you fail to save her in the future, she will forget her kindness and blame you in turn. 】

Chong Ai was paying attention to the situation over there. Zhong Lingxiu had learned a lot from Min Qinghe. Facing the three disciples of the ninth rank of foundation building, he did not lose all of a sudden.

Although Zhong Lingxiu was at a disadvantage at the moment, and being besieged by three people could not cope, but in the world of self-cultivation, when encountering danger, no one could estimate whether it was an enemy or a group of enemies.

This time in danger, Zhong Lingxiu was vigilant and understood that someone in Lingwei Sect hated her to the core.

"Pfft—" Zhong Lingxiu was slapped on the ground with a palm, and blood flowed from her mouth.

The three disciples wearing the robes of Lingweizong's sky-blue robes had a sinister look on their faces.

They have been cultivating for decades, but they have not yet been successfully promoted to the Jindan stage. Xue Liner gave them benefits. As long as Zhong Lingxiu was raped, they would be given a medicinal pill.

Lingweizong's medicinal pills are not distributed for free. If you want to get high-level medicinal pills, you must go out and contribute to the sect.

Going out on a mission is dangerous and deadly, they would rather choose the latter than going out to experience and deal with a female disciple in the foundation-building stage.

Although Zhong Lingxiu was Min Qinghe's apprentice, if he was raped by them, he would be ashamed and embarrassed.

The Lingwei Sect was so big, and it was even more difficult for Min Qinghe to find them, but Xue Liner swore and assured them that they would be fine.

Zhong Lingxiu was so beautiful, and they felt very relieved that she could be Min Qinghe's apprentice.

Zhong Lingxiu lay on the ground and coughed a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and crawled forward laboriously.

From the conversation just now, she already knew that these male disciples would not let her go, and she would never let them get their wish.

She has already used the sound transmission to send a letter to the master, as long as she persists a little longer.