The strongest queen of the six realms

Chapter 421: Mo Lan Attacks the Holy Spirit and Kills the Gods (5)
"Master?" Xiaobei gritted his teeth and looked at Si Yajun, who was beside him with a gloomy face, the aura emanating from him made Xiaobei and Xia Xinglan startled.

God.

It is a word with a rather vague meaning. Those who have cultivated to the realm of Xuanshen on the Canglan Continent will be called demigods by the world. Generally speaking, they have stepped into the world of gods with one foot, but it is not the case.

The Lords of the Six Realms sound majestic and make people feel envious and jealous. Their abilities are also above that of the world, and they are called gods by the world, but they are not.

They are also human beings, but due to their different places of birth, they have different physiques and different cultivation methods. The blood they inherit is also the most important key point.

The purer blood in the human world has disappeared, so the cultivation methods of human beings in the human world are relatively backward and slow, and some people even stagnate on the threshold of the Xuanshen all their lives, and cannot break through until they die. Humans are different, their bodies contain the pure blood of the ancient gods and beasts, which makes their cultivation speed to a higher level, and what they have is naturally different from that of the human world, so they are called gods, but they can't do it. Come to something that goes against the way of heaven.

The woman in Luo Qingchen's mind frowned lightly, obviously thinking about something, but didn't make a sound, just quietly feeling the changes in Luo Qingchen's heart.

Luo Qingchen, if you believe it, you will be sorry for everything Si Yajun has done for you.

What happened before and what Si Yajun did for you is not worth mentioning at all, if you believe it, Luo Qingchen, Wang Chuan, you will never go back.

Holy shit, what are you planning on doing?
Heaven, you got it, you got the power of Hunyuan, no one in this world is your opponent, why do you still keep calculating every step of the way so far?
The man stopped talking, and just watched Luo Qingchen's reaction quietly. After seeing her face suddenly changed, his eyes closed, and an unknown light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Si Yajun didn't speak, just stood there quietly with her head down, without any movement, Xiaobei and Xia Xinglan broke out in cold sweat.

Outside the barrier, Xudu, Xizi and the others also noticed that things were going in an impossible direction, and Xizi frowned, whispering: "Underworld, Wangchuan?"

Feng Ranmo's eyes sank, and when she raised her hand to break the annoying barrier, Luo Qingchen said without any emotion, "Brother!"

Feng Ranmo's hand paused, and the frozen profound energy in the palm suddenly dissipated under Luo Qingchen's big brother, and a trace of surprise flashed in Feng Ranmo's eyes.

Seeing that Luo Qingchen finally spoke, the man looked at her silently.

Taking back the sickle of death, Luo Qingchen's light blue long hair fluttered in the wind, snowflakes fluttered and fell, soaking that soft hair wet, Luo Qingchen's eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as jade , now covered with cold snowflakes, against the pair of eyes like pigeon blood rubies, there is a kind of pure and strange feeling, instantly attracting people's sight and attention, but only those who know her know that this coquettish manju plant Under Shahua hides death and brutal killings.

"What do you mean by that? Or what Sheng Qingjue wants to do, if everything is really as you said, then why did Sheng Qingjue only now think of trying to provoke the relationship between me and Yajun? Why did you let me meet Yajun, he could stop me when I met Yajun, why did you just think about it now?" Luo Qingchen didn't seem to be affected much, her blood-colored eyes were fixed on her The black brocade robe of the man suspended in mid-air fluttered in the cold wind.

(End of this chapter)