The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1812 Demon God Silent Night——

In front of Zong Zhengyu, the surrounding peach forests instantly collapsed.

In the palace, Feng Canglan woke up in an instant, and his mind was unstable to control the divine power of the subduing magic pestle.

The divine power collapsed, and Jiang Mo, who was suspended in mid-air, fell to the ground suddenly, "Pa, da da da."

The demon pestle fell to the ground.

More than half of the body of the demon god has been stripped off, and with the end of the fall of the demon pestle, all efforts have come to naught.

"Uh……"

Feng Canglan groaned in depression for a while, and the divine power in his body was violent and chaotic.

On his pale face was a painful struggle.

Hearing the muffled hum, Zong Zhengyu suddenly raised his eyes, and Feng Canglan's pale and painful face came into view.

Regardless of the pain all over his body, Zong Zhengyu hurried to support Feng Canglan, "Lan'er!"

"How do you..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded, and Zong Zhengyu's anxious and worried voice stopped abruptly.

The action of holding him was in vain, and he froze in place.

Feng Canglan's expression was sharp, his eyes were cold, and he tried his best to control the divine power of the riot.

Seeing Feng Canglan's sharp eyes mixed with bloodthirsty and hostile eyes, Zong Zhengyu slowly retracted his froze in mid-air.

"Lan..."

"Snapped!"

Feng Canglan slapped away again, the force of the slap mixed with divine power was very strong.

Zong Zhengyu was beaten sideways, with two strands of hair falling from his temples, looking extremely embarrassed.

Zong Zhengyu maintained the posture of being slapped.

The hall was eerily quiet.

Feng Canglan's eyes were scarlet, his eyes were about to burst, and the evil spirit rolled around his body, permeating the entire palace.

"This palm." Feng Canglan's hoarse voice trembled wildly, and his whole body was trembling, "I hit it for the people who were sacrificed by blood."

Zong Zhengyu's bewildered phoenix eyes suddenly trembled, he turned his face in panic, and before he could speak, there was another gust of wind on his face.

"Snapped!"

From the original position, another palm fell, with greater force and stronger divine power attached.

Zong Zhengyu froze on the spot and bowed his head, his long and narrow phoenix eyes filled with countless emotions.

"This palm!" Feng Canglan suppressed his roar, "I did it for Yunya."

"Snapped!"

After the words fell, Feng Canglan's crimson eyes burst out with a bone-eroding aura.

"This palm, I slapped for myself!"

Zong Zhengyu froze on the spot, motionless, his white hair at the temples was slightly disheveled, his side face was slightly red, and the corners of his lips were stained with blood, making him very embarrassed.

"Zong Zhengyu!"

Feng Canglan's growling voice trembled wildly, and the sound broke with a hasty cry.

Zong Zhengyu's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and blood flowed backwards all over his body.

The phoenix eyes flickered in panic, and she raised her eyes to look at Feng Canglan.

There was a gentle and peaceful smile on the blood-stained lips, and he stretched out his hand to grab Feng Canglan, "Lan, Lan'er..."

Grabbing it, Feng Canglan shrank back, and he directly grabbed an empty hole.

Looking at the emptiness in his palm, his phoenix eyes were stained with unprecedented fear and panic.

"Lan'er."

With a pale and stiff smile on his face, he wanted to say something but in the end he only uttered a cry.

He called out loudly, but couldn't say anything else.

"Lan'er, Lan'er."

He stretched out his hand to try to hold Feng Canglan back.

Just as he was about to meet, Feng Canglan took two steps back to avoid it as before, and distanced himself from it.

Looking at Feng Canglan retreating, Zong Zhengyu's outstretched hand trembled slightly.

The two were two steps apart, but they were getting farther and farther away.

Feng Canglan took a deep breath and suppressed all emotions.

The violent divine power around her gradually calmed down, and her emotions also calmed down.

Gradually, the palace returned to its normal atmosphere, but it was getting colder and colder.

Feng Canglan's half-down eyes slowly opened, and the sharp and bright Qiushui eyes were indifferent, without any emotion.

"Devil God Silent Night—"

(End of this chapter)