Fenghua Peerless: The Demon Concubine is proud of the sky

Chapter 195
The Master of the Imperial Cold Palace's complexion changed when he heard the words: "Who did it?"

The expression of horror on that little disciple's face was fully revealed, and he said intermittently: "The devil... the devil..."

"What?" The Mistress of the Winter Palace stood up in shock.

Demon Lord, the hands are so fast.

Not long ago, the Lengyue Palace was destroyed, but now the Daoyingmen was destroyed.

Then, the next one, it's her turn, wouldn't it be her Winter Palace?
Having just come to a conclusion in his heart, the face of the Palace Master of the Warm Cold Palace suddenly sank, and at the same time, with a movement in his hand, a cold puck swung towards the door.

"Boom."

The wooden door was instantly shattered into debris.

And in the pile of debris, a heroic figure was looking down at her coldly with an absolutely haughty attitude.

"Who are you? Why did you eavesdrop on us?" The disciple who had just stumbled into the door turned cold, strode towards the door and pointed at Mo Yulan's nose.

"Eavesdropping?" Mo Yulan repeated these two words coldly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"It's difficult... Isn't it..." The little disciple was so frightened by his expression that his whole body trembled and he stammered.

Mo Yulan didn't intend to explain anything to them, she raised her hand lightly, and a mass of white spiritual power gathered.

The faces of the master of the Yuhan Palace and the little disciple changed suddenly, but before they could react, Mo Yulan slapped the little disciple with his palm.

"Pfft." Blood splashed all over the body of the Mistress of the Winter Palace, and the little disciple fell straight down right in front of her eyes.

The life that was still alive just now, suddenly became a dead body.

The master of the Imperial Cold Palace froze in place, staring at the shocking pool of blood splashed on his body without blinking.

Mo Yulan had no expression on his face, and raised his hands indifferently again, condensing a strong murderous aura.

The master of the Imperial Cold Palace also reacted quickly, turned over in the air, passed through the broken door, and flew out directly.

Mo Yulan's face didn't change, but the spiritual power in his hand disappeared little by little.

Turning around indifferently, there was a terrifying calmness on that cold face.

As if, the ending was doomed.

The Mistress of the Winter Palace didn't know if she didn't go out. Once she went out, she found that the corpses of her disciples from the Winter Palace had piled up like a mountain.

Those faces were full of horror, and their eyes were wide open, absolutely unrepentant.

The sound of fighting was still going on, the four envoys of the Demon Realm, under the bright red sunlight, were like the ghosts of hell, claiming the lives of the people in the Palace of Warming one by one.

The master of the Imperial Cold Palace immediately understood.

She was no longer rushing to attack, but turned her body around a little bit stiffly, looking at Mo Yulan who was calm and incompatible with the murderous aura around her: "You...you are the devil..."

Hearing this, Mo Yulan smiled a little bit.

That smile can overwhelm the country and the city, that smile can turn all living beings upside down.

Looking at the smile on that indifferent face, the Mistress of the Winter Palace didn't feel surprised at all. On the contrary, there was infinite terror and powerless despair in her heart.

Fang Fo, the horror and helplessness of being about to die in Huangquan is equivalent to the despair of waiting for death.

It turns out that people's sixth sense when they are about to leave is very accurate.

In that charming smile, Mo Yulan gathered a powerful force with her merciless hands.

Then, in the unwilling eyes of the Mistress of the Winter Palace, he swept across.

Yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and even the bluestone slabs on the ground were lifted up by Mo Yulan's powerful force.

The master of the Yuhan Palace had no power to fight back, and his figure flew hundreds of meters away, and fell down without a groan.

In the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, red and black blood slowly flowed out, and the seven orifices were truly bleeding.

(End of this chapter)