The waste wood mad concubine is going to go against the sky

Chapter 1388 This Desolate World Without Her (1)

It was dark inside the Wujian Temple, only the light from outside the gate lit up a corner of the temple.

People's time only saw a touch of black wings. When everyone looked up, they saw a person with two wings sitting on a huge tripod.

The style and pattern of the tripod were very familiar, and the Baimo God Venerable gasped and shouted:
"The Universe Hunyuan Cauldron..."

The Qiankun Hunyuan Cauldron was dragged out of the Tianji Temple in the infinite space by Ling Canglie, and it was lying on the ground at the moment, the cauldron body was still a little hot, as if it was still refining something just now.

Ling Canglie just stood on the tripod ears with his bare feet, and he didn't feel the heat.

Qing Jue stared at Ling Canglie with his eyes wide open. Cold sweat ran across his forehead. Ling Canglie's breath was sensed in the temple.

Moreover, the breath of the man in front of him was very different from usual.

"who are you!"

Because of being in the darkness and carrying huge wings, the guardian and the deity couldn't recognize each other as Ling Canglie at all.

The huge pitch-black wings raised slightly, and the pale light outside the gate shone on the man's face.

He was sitting on the Qiankun Hunyuan Ding, behind him were two-meter-long jet-black wings, and his body was wrapped in a snow-white robe, but at this moment he was no longer spotless.

He is like a destroyer descending from the sky, bringing disaster, killing, and death.

His long black hair hangs down on his stern face, his eyes are emptiness and cold through the ages, and they also carry the viciousness and arrogance from hell.

The gods recognized Ling Canglie's appearance, but when they looked at the dark wings behind him, everyone not only forgot to speak, but also forgot to breathe...

What do those pitch-black wings represent...

Everyone present is actually very clear.

With a bang, the lid of the Qiankun Hunyuan Cauldron opened, and the heavy lid rolled twice on the ground before falling to the ground.

A baked white thing rolled out, and the white thing was still wrapped in bright yellow cloth.

The thing rolled under the light, and it was finally visible to people. The thing was a boiled corpse. The bright yellow cloth was a woman's dress. The boiled body was Xia Yunyan's body. Her hair fell off, and only a few A single hair still rests on a white scalp.

Her whole body has been cooked by the steam from the Qiankun Hunyuan Cauldron, and her snow-white skin is cracked, exuding a strange smell.

Many people vomited. No matter how good these guardians were, they were caught off guard when they saw a cooked corpse. Everyone's stomach was full of water. They all fell down and vomited A foreign body coming up from my own throat.

God Venerable Baimo shifted his eyes to other places, and he suddenly let out an exclamation.

Qing Jue's gaze followed that of Baimo God, and he saw Ibaraki God nailed to the highest point of the wall by a black sword.

The blood gushing from his back drew long, long bloodstains on the wall, and the god Ibaraki seemed to have been skinned off his head. The skin on his body was not completely peeled off, but from his head, To the face, peeled off in half.

The bloody human skin rolled outwards and hung around his neck, and the peeled human skin seemed to be precarious, about to fall off his body.

(End of this chapter)