Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 848 Regret
Countless bolts of lightning struck the formation, and the power grid in the formation was closed. Under the scorching heat of the power grid, the evil figure melted like ice and snow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Daoist Yimei gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on. The consumption of mana by the Subduing Demon Formation was terrifying. He couldn't hold on for long. He had to destroy the evil spirit before his mana was exhausted.

"Roar!"

The evil spirit rushed left and right in the power grid, but was weakened layer by layer, unable to break out of the big formation.

Ang~!

The energy of the real dragon was surging, and Fei Nan was also struggling to output, speeding up the weakening of the evil spirit.

Although he is in a withered state, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms still have a damage bonus to Yin and evil creatures, which can deal some damage to some extent.

It's sizzling!

Suddenly, a ball of lightning flashed up from the body of Daoist Yimei in the formation, and he flew upside down in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Master!"

Ah Hao and A Fang rushed over and helped him up.

"Cough cough!"

Daoist Yimei coughed, and a puff of white smoke spewed out of his mouth.

The clothes on his body were scorched black from the electric shock, emitting green smoke, and his hair stood on end, looking very embarrassed.

"It's still not enough mana!"

He stared unwillingly at Eisha, who was only a quarter of his former body, and tried to force himself to stand up, but his feet softened, and he sat back on the ground.

"Roar!"

Roaring fiercely, he swept down all the command flags on the ground and broke the formation.

Daoist Yimei left the eyes of the formation, and the formation stopped, so naturally he could not resist.

Disturbing the big formation, Evil looked at Yimei Daoist again, twisted his body, and immediately turned into a gloomy whirlwind, rolling towards this side.

Swish!
A figure rushed over, and Fei Nanyun used all kinds of supernatural powers to rush to the front of Daoist Yimei. He raised his right hand, but he was holding a cross in his hand.

The evil wind turned into evil was spinning and traveling, and its momentum was getting bigger and bigger. The courtyard was much darker with flying sand and rocks.

Standing where he was, Feinan stared quietly at Yinfeng, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The cloudy wind approached and rushed forward, swallowing Feinan into the wind.

The cold wind gusts were biting, and Feinan couldn't help shivering.

But when he reached the center of Yinfeng, he felt warm again.

"Grandfather, save me..."

An insignificant voice was faintly lost in the whistling sound.

Feinan's expression remained unchanged, but he slowly activated the skill of Holy Light Apocalypse.

A group of bright light burst out from the diamond on the top of the cross, piercing Yinfeng with holes.

The evil spirit that had turned into the dark wind was attacked indiscriminately by the holy light and began to fade away.

In the absence of sunlight, the Holy Light Apocalypse can only exert half of its power.

But it was a golden item's big move, even Earl Ruth couldn't withstand its damage, not to mention that before it took shape, most of the evil spirits were killed by the subduing demon formation.

As the light flickered, the evil wind dissipated, and the evil body could no longer maintain it, and it shattered, revealing Hanchun's innocent soul.

The dark clouds in the sky began to recede, and the setting sun, which was about to set, was golden and shining with light.

laugh!
Under the sunlight, Hanchun's figure began to become thinner, like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

Yingying kowtowed to the ground, and Hanchun thanked Feinan: "Thank you, Lord Benedict, for your mercy."

Shaking his head, Feinan said in a deep voice, "Even if I show mercy, you won't be able to survive."

"It's okay, Hanchun is already satisfied to have a few more words with benefactor before he dies."

Hanchun's figure was rippling like water waves, and his lower body had already begun to dissipate.

She looked at the Taoist priest with an eyebrow, and bowed to apologize: "I'm sorry, the Taoist priest, the slaves really can't suppress the evil spirit, and hurt the Taoist priest, I hope the Taoist priest will not hold grudges."

Standing up with Ahao's support, Daoist shook his head with one eyebrow: "When you have the intention to kill, you have already been contaminated with evil spirit, and when you turned into evil spirit, you have already lost your mind, I believe this is not your intention. "

After a pause, he said with a complicated expression: "It's a pity that you have killed too much, and you are full of evil spirits, so you can no longer be reincarnated."

Looking back at the few bones in the ruins of the firewood house, Hanchun sighed softly: "I came to this world to go through all kinds of hardships, and now that my revenge has been avenged, I have no more regrets and no worries."

Her figure had dissipated to the waist and abdomen, and the little body left was becoming more and more transparent, and it was almost impossible to see her appearance clearly.

Looking at Feinan again, Hanchun said sadly: "Grandfather, this servant is running out of time, I wonder if Mr. Benefactor can satisfy your servant's last wish?"

Feinan nodded: "But it doesn't matter."

"I want to die in the hands of my benefactor." Han Chun stared at Fei Nan intently.

After a moment of silence, Feinan nodded seriously: "Okay!"

Hanchun's figure had already dissipated to her chest, and she floated leisurely to Feinan, looking up at him, as if she wanted to remember every detail of him in her heart.

"Emperor."

She looked at Feinan and asked, "Why did you stop in the end and not kill the servant?"

Feinan looked at her and said calmly, "Because of the last look you gave me when you drove me out of the woodshed."

Hanchun's eyes were shining with the last brightness, and he looked at him motionlessly.

"I can see that that was not your intention."

Feinan's tone was a little complicated: "You had a chance to be reincarnated, as long as you stop in time. But you know that if I help you avenge, you will be contaminated with karma, so you deliberately let the evil spirit enter your body and become evil, and then I will understand this with my own hands. Pile cause and effect, cut off chance, right?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Hanchun's mouth. She looked at Feinan with an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes: "Whether in life or after death, benefactor is the only one who trusts Hanchun, and Hanchun will never allow herself to be hurt. To Engong..."

As she spoke, she suddenly floated forward, and her almost transparent body hit the top of the cross in Feinan's hand.

The cross pierced deeply into her body, melting her body like a red-hot iron awl.

Looking at Feinan, Hanchun asked softly, "Grandfather, can Hanchun know your name?"

Looking at her, his lips moved, and Feinan whispered, "My name is Feinan."

"Fernan..."

Hanchun repeated it, smiled sadly, and murmured, "Actually, Hanchun has one regret..."

Before she finished speaking, her figure dissipated in the sunlight and disappeared.

In the void, a crystal object fell down and landed in Feinan's palm.

It looks like a transparent stone in the shape of a drop, cold to the touch.

Looking at it, Feinan felt a little lost in his heart, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

Ding!
A prompt came from the system interface.

The plot task - the snow of injustice has been completed, do you want to withdraw the reward?
Looking at the task, Feinan had mixed feelings.

It has been a long time since I have done a task with insufficient ratings.

But this is also within his expectations.

Put the stone into the treasure bag, picked up the command flag on the ground, and sent it back to Daoist Yimei.

Feinan looked at the messy yard, thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)