The strongest queen of the six realms

Chapter 422: Mo Lan Attacks the Holy Spirit and Kills the Gods (6)
Mo Lan didn't answer Luo Qingchen's question, but turned her gaze to Si Yajun who was unmoved under the high wall, her lips were slowly drawn up, with a strange arc, "Wangchuan, it's not Shengqing." What do you want to do, but what should you do? I hope you can still say these words when the time comes, and I hope that the relationship between you and Pluto remains the same."

For the first time, Xiaobei felt that it was his fault that his eyes were so good. Si Yajun's eyes began to change slowly, changing between silver-purple and black, and the corners of the eyes were somewhat violent red. His footsteps moved away from Si Yajun's side, but the coercion released from Si Yajun's body made him turn pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but his body could not move a step, so he could only silently grit his teeth to bear the pressure. Terrifying coercion.

Xia Xinglan next to him had his legs go limp and fell directly to the ground, panting heavily. There were snowflakes floating in the sky, and the temperature was so low that a drop of water instantly turned into icicles, but Xia Xinglan and the others fell onto their foreheads. Big beads of sweat fell to the ground and melted the snow.

Luo Qingchen sneered, the blood red in her eyes became more and more red as more and more snowflakes fell, with deep indifference and killing, she forced to disperse the snowflakes that were about to fall on her body, her light blue hair frizzed. The red color of the tail was burning like a flame in the silent cold night, burning Mo Lan's eyes.

"Mo Lan, when I stepped out of the heavens, when Sheng Qingjue pierced my heart with a sword in the name of a traitor, at that time I was no longer Wang Chuan, and whether I was right or not was not so important to me. The implication of Wangchuan is death and killing. Before I was born, Sheng Qingjue planned my life so that my eyes would be the color of blood in addition to black and white. It should be enough for so many years, yes Ya Jun let me see that there are not only three colors in this world. He walked into my world and pulled me out of the dark abyss. It is impossible for me to betray a man who pushed me into the abyss with his own hands. I don’t care what Yajun did before, I only know that he has done a lot for me, paid so much for me, how can I break his heart, go back and tell Sheng Qingjue, Let him stop trying to provoke the relationship between me and Yajun."

Luo Qingchen spoke very slowly, but each word was like sunlight falling into Si Yajun's heart, dispelling the layers of dark clouds that gradually gathered, causing the redness in the corners of the eyes to recede, and the color of the eyes also staying In black, it did not achieve the blood-red gold, representing the color of hope and killing.

The gloomy aura around him dissipated, and the saved Xia Xinglan raised his hand to cover his heart, panting in embarrassment without any image. The red brocade robe on his body, which was embroidered with a large number of complicated patterns with gold thread, was soaked with sweat, and the corners of his clothes It is still dripping down. I don’t know whether it is the water droplets formed by snow water or the water droplets dripping from the corners of the clothes wet with sweat. The sweat-drenched temple hair sticks to the pale and bloodless but delicate and seductive side face, snow-white His lips parted and exhaled a mouthful of hot air that melted the snow that fell on his lips.

When Si Yajun took back the coercion, Xiaobei fell to the ground, covering his chest with his hands, feeling the beating sensation made Xiaobei feel that he was still alive for the first time, it was good to be alive.

There was not much surprise on Mo Lan's face, as if what Luo Qingchen said had long been expected, there was no surprise at all, Qingliang glanced at Luo Qingchen and Si with unusually gentle eyes. Yajun smiled lightly, "Since you have made up your mind, then go and die!"

Without any warning, he condensed his profound energy and attacked Luo Qingchen who seemed to be defenseless on the high wall. The speed was so fast that Xiaobei and the others felt a gust of wind blowing around them before they could react. The afterimage of Yajun remained in place, but she herself had already moved to the high wall. She embraced the cold Luo Qingchen with one hand, and faced Mo Lan when she raised her palm. The huge airflow released by the collision between the two directly destroyed this place. As the airflow spread out, the barrier collapsed instantly.

(End of this chapter)