Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 170 Purple Pity

Above the altar, a beam of white light enveloped the fragments of the temple key. Feng Wu narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to touch the holy and soft light.

That kind of light seems to come from heaven and earth, as if from the heart of a kind person.

Feng Wu chuckled: "Long time no see, old friend."

Listening to the familiar movement beside her ear, the corners of Feng Wu's raised lips curved again.

"Crack..."

The sound of shattering, the cracks above the light beam spread out, and finally turned into nothingness, the key fragments fell into the hands, and the tentacles were warm and cool, like jade, but colder than jade, like black iron, but better than black iron White.

The moment the key to the shrine fragment fell into the palm of her hand, Feng Wu instantly felt her state of mind improve.

The moment she got the key, Feng Wu turned around suddenly, her narrowed eyes were full of cruelty, her thin lips parted slightly, and a sneer swayed from the corner of her lips: "Zi Lian, it really is you."

The tone was determined, with a hint of calmness, and the familiar words were like old friends meeting after many years.

"That's natural. How can I not welcome the return of the spirit girl? It's a pity that my demon clan is withered now, so I can't hold a banquet for the spirit girl." The woman smiled charmingly, and her exquisite and delicate body swayed accordingly.

The slim curves outlined are enough to charm the common people.

Snake family, Zi Lian.

She has been an orphan since she was born, and the monster clan has a long lifespan. She is also a powerful monster, so naturally she will not die because of the catastrophe in ancient times.

Feng Wu snorted lightly, looked around the temple, and then nodded indifferently: "Compared to the retreat of the witch clan, your monster clan may only be able to survive..."

"Shut up!" With a sudden cold shout, Feng Wu was so frightened that she quickly blocked her ears, and rolled her eyes at Zi Lian in disgust.

"If you tell me to shut up, I have to shut up? The mouth grows on me. I can say whatever I want. What's your business?" Feng Wu rolled her eyes without hesitation.

How many years has it been?

This habit of yelling still hasn't changed, it's really annoying.

At this time, Feng Wu's heart was full of regret.

If she hadn't been rescued because of a little pity in her heart back then, she would have become a powerful monster, showing off her might for a while.

So, is she already dead?

Scratching her head, Feng Wu sighed softly, only she knew that she regretted the entanglement in her heart at this time.

"It's not your fault that the Lich and Monster Race withdrew from history! What qualifications do you have to judge how we survive?"

Hearing this, Feng Wu sneered and remained silent, looking at her with piercing eyes, those eyes full of sarcasm.

If there is no provocation from the Yaozu, and the desire to dominate the Yaozu, would the Wuzu fight against it?Why are all the legends about the power of the Wu clan handed down from ancient times.

Instead of the Yaozu?
Because the monster race is bloodthirsty and kills, but the witch race is praised by everyone, just because they are kind-hearted and willing to coexist peacefully with the human race.

It is not a legend that Nuwa created man and almost died in Huangquan to mend the sky.

"This sentence, you should ask yourself." After a long time, Feng Wu spoke softly.

Without a trace of emotion, Gujing Wubo's voice contained a little bit of heaven.

She is a spiritual girl of heaven, even if she has not regained her spiritual power, no one can change the fact that she is a spiritual girl.

"Ask us? Heh, if it wasn't for the persecution of the witch clan, why would the monster clan stick to the four seas and hide from the wilderness? Obviously we also grew up in Kyushu..."

"Really?" A light and fluttering sentence instantly blocked Zi Lian's words, and Feng Wu shook her head and stood on the altar overlooking her who was still on the ground.

The invisible pressure swayed in Zi Lian's heart.

This has nothing to do with spiritual power, nothing to do with identity, only a ray of fear in her heart.

"Hmph, Your Highness Ling Nu, one day my monster race will return to Kyushu."

As soon as the words fell, the enchanting and charming figure was instantly reduced to ashes.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wu couldn't help but frowned.

How is this going?

Why is it an avatar?Zi Lian's body is not here?

Could it be...

(End of this chapter)