Chapter 4052 Why Not Become an Immortal 36

Ning Qingliang suppressed the surging in her heart, and the silver spear in her hand was once again filled with power, carrying snowflakes, and stabbed at the behemoth.

If Ning Qingliang's cultivation was a few points higher, perhaps, this kind of cold power now could completely freeze the behemoth.

But... But...

She didn't have it now. This kind of light snow was really nothing in the eyes of the behemoth.

It uttered a few more muffled groans, and Ning Qingliang was shocked out.

This powerful shock made her feel that her internal organs seemed to have moved in an instant, and her whole body was very weak.

Ning Qingliang felt uncomfortable again. Under the pressure of this behemoth, she couldn't raise any strength at all.

Damn it, I just got a legacy, so what? It seems to be useless.

After thinking about it, it's still a pity.

Ning Qingliang fell to the ground, gritting her teeth as she watched the giant monster approaching her step by step.

Now! Can she just wait to die?

Thinking of this, Ning Qingliang had a strange feeling in her heart.

This feeling was really indescribably weird, as if there was a pair of faint, cold little hands constantly stroking her cheeks. This non-feeling was really getting weirder and weirder.

Her mood also became very complicated.

Her eyes were also a little scattered. She saw Hua Siluan and several others hiding behind another pile of stones, each with a smile on their faces, salivating.

It seemed that they were deliberately waiting to get something from her after she died.

Ning Qingliang gritted her teeth, she would not let anyone laugh at her.

She gathered all the spiritual energy in her body together, and the power from her whole body burst out.

A large number of snowflakes were slowly gathering from her hands, as if there was some powerful force.

"Bang——"

The long spear in Ning Qingliang's hand suddenly seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice and frost, emitting a sharp cold air and an indescribable pressure.

The huge beast jumped up and was about to slap Ning Qingliang to death with his claws, but the pressure from Ning Qingliang made him unable to move.

The huge beast began to make that humming sound again, as if it was exhausted to the extreme.

Hua Siluan and others who were hiding behind a rock not far away were bleeding from all seven orifices, and their faces were terrible.

Ning Qingliang also felt that she could not hold on any longer. Her nose began to bleed, and blood began to gush out of her mouth. Her eyes were also red, as if she could not get out of here. Thinking about this, she felt a little scary.

Just when Ning Qingliang felt that the whole world was about to be destroyed by this huge beast, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of her hazy eyes.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a sword, the blade of the sword was snow-white... and it kept flashing.

The beast kept dodging, but it could never escape from the fine sword net he wove.

When Ning Qingliang fell into a coma, she seemed to see the beast slap him to the ground, and it seemed... it seemed...