The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1829 You are so brave to make moves under my eyes!

"What do you say?"

Feng Canglan lifted the flower mud in his palm, "Why don't you teach me how to do it?"

"Ok?"

Her nasal voice was raised, as if she was carrying a hook.

"Naturally, Zong Zhengyu was killed, Feng Anran was scattered, and an explanation was given to all the beings who were sacrificed by blood."

"Is that so..."

Feng Canglan stared at the flower mud in the palm of his hand, and his red lips drew a cold and bloodthirsty arc.

She grasped it in her palm and pulled it suddenly.

"Crash!"

There was a broken sound, and the surroundings instantly fell like broken mirrors.

Along with the pain on Feng Canglan's face, it was replaced by bloodthirsty coldness.

"What makes you feel that you can surpass me."

"Give orders."

"And what makes you think that you can do tricks under my nose?"

Feng Canglan's eyes were cold, and the law of heaven was silent.

Seeing Feng Canglan see through everything, he was stunned and astonished.

"Weaving illusion space?"

The corners of Feng Canglan's lips raised, and he shook his hand.

The illusion space seemed to be in her palm, with a "pop".

Surrounded by mountains, rivers, and cloud-shrouded scenes.

"I will let you retrieve the image of the blood sacrifice."

"You weave a fantasy space for me, disturb my sight, and push Feng to come out safely and say that he is a resurrected person?"

"You are quite brave!"

Feng Canglan pulled out her tightly clenched hands, and an invisible force condensed in the surrounding sky.

"what--"

The same voice line is no longer mechanical and emotionless, but a painful roar.

With Feng Canglan's pull, invisible forces gathered in the clouds and condensed into a figure.

Looking at the figure laying in pain on the clouds, Feng Canglan's bloodthirsty eyes paused, and a trace of surprise flashed across.

"You gave birth to spiritual consciousness!?"

The law of heaven, ruthless and desireless, without spiritual consciousness, is just to carry out her orders.

Actually... gave birth to spiritual consciousness?

The pain subsided, and the figure slowly stood up.

There is no body, just a shape condensed by colorless force, let alone a face, just a transparent and colorless shape.

"Yes."

The voice replied.

Feng Canglan's cold eyes stared at the figure in front of him, "It's more than that."

Her red lips parted slightly, "Maliciously targeting Zong Zhengyu, weaving a fantasy space to deceive me, trying to make me kill Zong Zhengyu and Feng Anran."

"and also."

"You took the initiative to use my power to maintain Yunya's space in the torrent of space."

"When Yunya self-destructed, the thunder you sent down just interrupted."

Feng Canglan's voice was slow and unhurried, "You want me to kill Zong Zhengyu and Feng Anran, and also use my strength to save Yunya."

The colorless body froze slightly, and the voice was mixed with a touch of sharpness, "Shouldn't Zong Zhengyu be killed!"

"He sacrificed his blood to the people of the Three Realms!"

"He has no conscience! He is insane! He killed so many innocent lives, shouldn't he be killed!"

Her excited voice contained obvious hostility and even hatred, "Did you forget why you backtracked?"

"It was to kill him!"

"In the end, you are with him, and you still want to stop the demon and strip the demon god's life!"

"If you hadn't had an accident, he would have died long ago!"

"He sacrificed the blood of innocent people! He deserves to die!"

"It's all because of so many tragic deaths caused by him starting the blood sacrifice!"

Hearing the slightly ferocious tone of the Law of Heaven, Feng Canglan's face was heavy, "What about Feng Anran?"

"This matter has nothing to do with her, but you are fabricating a false appearance in an attempt to trick me into killing her?"

The trembling and colorless figure fell silent, and raised his faceless head to look at Feng Canglan, "Are you sure, do you want to know who the resurrected person is?"

(End of this chapter)