King Leng's Excessive Pampering of His Wife: Wasted Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 146 Sacrifice
A string of Buddha's names sounded, and several lotus platforms descended from the sky.

It is the helper called by Venerable Guidance!
The candles of the lotus lanterns are getting dimmer and dim. Could it be that they really have no way out?
Several bronze-bodied arhats jumped down with Zen sticks in their hands, and surrounded the crowd.

Boom!
At this moment, a holy light illuminated the entire Alchemy Prison!
Arhat and Venerable both hurriedly blocked the light with their hands, but strangely, Han Yujue felt that the holy light was very soft and even familiar.

It's Mo Qingyan!

This feeling must be him!
Sure enough, the holy light gradually shrunk into a ball of golden mist, and Mo Qingyan's voice seemed to come from far away.

"I have opened the passage, come quickly!"

Mo Qingyan's rescue came too timely!
The Venerable Guidance shouted angrily: "Don't let them leave!"

When all the arhats heard the words, they all jumped in front of the golden mist, blocking the way!
Snapped.

The candle on the lotus lantern actually fell down, barely holding on to the weak fire, it might fall down at any time, and it would be extinguished when it hit the ground.

As the candlelight got weaker, the golden mist seemed to be sensing it, and it became weaker and weaker.

Mo Qingyan's voice came again, "As soon as possible!"

"You go first!"

Yan Qingyun swung his huge sword, thunder and wind moved, single-handedly picked out those arhats, and forcibly split a path!

The sweeping sword wind shook the lotus lantern, and the little candle flame finally fell from the sky.

Han Yujue jumped up, blocked Yan Qingyun's blow, and said anxiously: "Hero Yan, you follow quickly!"

Yan Qingyun grabbed Han Yujue's shoulders violently, and said with a wry smile: "There is always someone who wants to be queen! I have finished what I have to do, and I have no regrets in this life. Thank you, little brat!"

After all, Han Yujue was thrown out into Murong Che's arms!
"Take her away!"

Murong Che picked up Han Yujue who was still struggling and screaming, and flew into the golden mist together with Qiao Yiran and Lucia.

"No name hero!"

The last thing Han Yujue saw in the Buddhist realm of the Southern Region was the back of Yan Qingyun standing alone in the molten molten flame facing the enemies with his giant sword in his hand——

"The holy dragon has the way, and the heaven and the earth borrow the law!"

Thousands of thunderbolts turned into a dragon shape, roaring and sweeping away the gods and Buddhas!

Snapped.

The candle fell to the ground.

The exit of the golden mist completely disappeared...

Yinlang Palace, the Hall of Sacrifice.

Everything was as peaceful and unremarkable as when Han Yujue first came in, except that there was one person missing in the hall.

A sloppy but clear-minded hero is missing.

In the future... Maybe no one will curse at her like that again.

No one will ever treat her as just a yellow-haired girl and despise her in all kinds of ways.

However, Han Yujue couldn't be happy at all.

This kind of mood was something she had never experienced in her murderous career full of betrayal and calculations——

grief.

Yan Qingyun chose to sacrifice herself and send them away.

Maybe, as Yan Qingyun said, he has no regrets, maybe he has no attachment to this world long ago, so he hides in the ruined temple drinking and avoiding the world all day long.

However, this way of ending is too heroic.

It may be so heroic that Han Yujue will never let go of it.

Murong Che looked at Han Yujue who was kneeling on the ground, not knowing how to comfort her, he could only silently stroke her back.

Qiao Yiran still had heart palpitations, so he couldn't help but waved his folding fan, leaving a mark on the body of the big Buddha in the sacrificial hall, "Today is an eye-opener. It turns out that such a thing can also be called a Buddha!"

Mo Qingyan shook his head and sighed softly: "The Buddhist realm is both good and evil. Not all people who become gods have a kind heart."

Rumbling--

A chaotic sound sounded, dust and sand fell from above, and the sacrificial hall began to collapse!

Qiao Yiran hurriedly said: "It seems that this place will also be submerged in quicksand, everyone, where is the exit?!"

Lucia yelled, "Go this way!"

Murong Che pulled Han Yujue who was still hesitant about leaving here, "Let's go, he is no longer in this world."

bang.

A piece of jade pendant fell from Han Yujue's arms with a crisp sound.

"and many more!"

Han Yujue bent down to pick up the jade pendant.

This is the token of love that Xu Qianqian begged her to return to Yan Qingyun...

Probably, it was Yan Qingyun who stuffed her body.

He also didn't want this important jade pendant to be left in a place like the Alchemy Prison.

Han Yujue carefully put away the jade pendant, and followed Murong Che to the exit.

boom!
The shrine completely collapsed!

Everyone tried their best to get out of the lost palace and return to the ground.

Only then did they know why the palace suddenly collapsed.

Because a sandstorm has blown up in the desert!
The sky is dark everywhere, ghosts are crying and gods are howling, and the tyrannical yellow sand covers the sky and the earth, vowing to take away all life on the earth!
A whirlpool of quicksand also appeared on the ground, intending to engulf everything.

chap!
Han Yujue only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and then light gradually appeared again.

here is……

A platform about the size of several football fields, with a large wine jar suspended by several iron chains in the middle, exudes bursts of mellow wine aroma.

"Everyone, let's take shelter here temporarily." Mo Qingyan smiled.

"Mr. Mo, is this your personal space?" Han Yujue asked.

"Bah, bah, when did Lao Tzu's fairy wine space become Qingyan's portable space?" An old man with a big belly and a grass fan in his hand swayed out, "Qingyan, after so long After so many years, why did you bring people in here again?"

"Space of Immortal Wine..." Han Yujue murmured.

Seeing the old man's informal manner, Han Yujue thought of Yan Qingyun, and could not help lowering his eyes, and did not continue to ask questions.

"But the Immortal Wine Jade is indeed on me, so it can be regarded as my portable space." Mo Qing said with a serious face.

"Yes, you can say as you like." The Jiu Xianweng waved the grass fan, and looked at Han Yujue again, "Yo, isn't this..."

Mo Qingyan interrupted Jiu Xianweng, "We're just here for a while, and we'll be out soon."

The Jiuxian Weng snorted, and walked away coquettishly.

He staggers when he walks, but he always bounces up before he falls, which is very interesting to watch.

"This wine...is really good wine." Qiao Yiran looked at the large wine jar hanging in the air, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"..."

Murong Che also stared at the wine jar intently.

Mo Qingyan smiled lightly, he knew that Murong Che would definitely be attracted by the immortal wine.

The former Xuanyuan Yutian also loved to drink wine from the Immortal Wine Space.

"I knew I was going to drink my wine again..."

The wine fairy muttered, and with a wave of his hand, several small wine jars with arms and legs ran out, bouncing over with high-end wine bowls.

"Come on, I'll have a drink with you today!" The Jiuxian Weng laughed.

Murong Che raised the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp, the corners of his lips curled up.

Han Yu was definitely not in the mood to drink, but he did try some.

The entrance is sweet, soft and mellow, and the fragrance is more fragrant than all the flowers in the world. It enters the heart and spleen in an instant, as if it can wash away all the troubles in the heart.

Qiao suddenly watched the actions of the others, and quietly poured the wine aside.

(End of this chapter)