Jiangmen iron blood poisonous concubine

Chapter 787 Blood Marriage. 9
The woman standing behind her pushed him with one hand, looked at Qian Nong with a smile, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "You can't kill me."

Everyone in the world knows that Qian Nong's beauty is unique in the world, but her other kung fu skills are not too strong. After all, she is a monk halfway through martial arts training, and what she has learned can only be good at one thing.

"That's not necessarily the case." Qian Nong only wanted to quickly solve this trouble, thinking about the situation in the palace, a little impatient, so he used the beauty picture.

The beauty gradually loomed in the white smoke, charming and unparalleled.

Swept towards the woman.

The woman smiled coldly, not to mention how weird that smile was, and her body teleported behind the group of men in white, using her internal strength in her hands.

Pushed the group of men in white into the secret realm that Qian Nong had transformed into.

Those white-clothed men were like a pair of puppets, the movements they made were miraculously consistent, that is, they pulled out the knives in their sleeves.

In the secret realm of the beauty map, Qiqi cut her own throat.

And the woman standing behind them was holding formulas in her hands, her eyes were closed, and she was muttering to herself, as if she was reciting some spell, an ancient and mysterious language.

Those who cut their own throats did not fall down, and the blood flowing from their throats was spellcast by that woman.

Floating in mid-air, driven by the woman's spell, the blood slowly gathered, and the woman's hand wrote something in mid-air.

The blood gathered in mid-air was finally condensed into a formation-like pattern in the secret realm, and the pattern was very complicated.

It was painted with red blood, but it was emitting a golden light.

It took only half a cup of tea before the golden pattern cracked, and the beauty picture was torn apart as if it had touched something.

The transformed beauty is torn apart.

Qian Nong was backlashed, and took a few steps back sharply. There was bright red blood on the corner of her lips. She reached out and wiped it, looking at the blood on her fingertips, a little lost in thought.

Suddenly remembered something, raised his head and looked at the woman coldly, with a gloomy voice: "Someone told me that there is only one person in the world who can really break the beauty picture."

"Of course, in this world, there are people who can defeat the beauty map, but there is only one person in the world who wants to break the beauty map."

Knowing that Qian Nong already knew the answer, the woman giggled, the sound was like a human bone being broken inch by inch.

It was creepy to hear.

"You can learn the master's beauty picture, but you never thought that she could defeat your strongest martial arts." The woman was very proud.

Back then, when the master died, he was so clever that he left behind a way to decipher the beauty map.

Of course, she also knew that after her death, there would definitely be pictures of beauties in the world.

The most far-sighted person is still the master.

"Unexpectedly, Baihuadie has been dead for so many years, and still haunts her." Qian Nong smiled slightly, stood up straight, moved her fingers slightly, and squeezed the blood on her fingertips.

Then he raised his finger to his face and looked at it carefully for a while.

The corners of the mouth slowly revealed some smile lines.

"Do you think Baihuadie is very smart?" She smiled, her calm coldness spread from the corners of her eyes, and the plum blossom marks on her eyes were very enchanting.

Die Nu's eyes turned cold, and Qian Nong's expression seemed to be a winning ticket.

(End of this chapter)