The real daughter, she went crazy in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 169 Why Are You Not Repressed?

The dove clan in charge talked eloquently: "I just like to watch them bark every day, and break their arrogance inch by inch, and let them go from fierce resistance to kneeling in front of us and barking like dogs... You guys Don't you think it's more exciting than forcing a woman into prostitution?"

These words resonated with all the other Jiu tribes: "This is what I envy the most. I can do whatever I want here. The emperor is not so carefree."

The Jiu Clan in charge said: "After releasing today's batch of Yaojing, let the imperial court's strength go up to a higher level, not to mention here, the whole world will be ours by then, and then you will also want to make wine what."

He raised his wine glass: "Respect the imperial court!"

The four of the Jiu Clan smiled and raised their wine glasses to touch each other. No one noticed that Lan Zhi had quietly put down the maid of the Jiu Clan, and was standing in front of the door at this moment.

The door was not closed tightly.

The invisible soul silk passed through the crack of the door with a slight cool breeze, and slashed towards the neck of the person in charge with lightning speed!

The person in charge froze suddenly.

Snapped!
The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"what--"

The beauties cried out.

In the next second, the neck split open, and blood gushed out, staining the delicacies on the table red.

The pupils of the Jiu clan who were drunk suddenly shrank, and turned around in panic: "Who?"

Lan Zhi originally thought that the person in charge was a strong man, and was prepared to be unable to kill in one blow, only then did he realize that the person in charge had already been hollowed out by wine and lust.

It doesn't take two moves to kill him.

How did that powerful soul pressure come out?
Lan Zhi's thoughts turned violently, but her soul thread split into three very neatly, and they were drawn towards the necks of these Jiu tribes.

A dove clan jumped on the table and grabbed the obsidian stone that was placed next to the dinner plate.

In an instant, Lan Zhi felt a tyrannical soul pressure attacking from the obsidian essence stone, covering the entire room like a sea wave.

Pfft!
The beauty who ran away in a panic fell to the ground on the spot.

The Jiu Clan thought that Lan Zhi would not be able to move, so they held the obsidian stone and shouted grimly, "Come here, kill her!"

Lan Zhi overturned the table and smashed it on his body, and at the same time moved her fingertips.

There was a glimmer of light.

Blood spurted.

Another fell.

Realizing that Yao Jingshi couldn't suppress her, a Jiu clan hid in panic and took out a messenger talisman to send a message to the outside world.

The last thing Lan Zhi wanted was reinforcements. As soon as he saw the message talisman, he flew into the air from a distance of several feet, kicked the Jiu clan out, and smashed it heavily on the drinking chair, crushing the chair on the spot. It spurted out together with the blood, and the messenger talisman in his hand fell off.

Just as Lan Zhi was about to reach for the messenger talisman, there was a strong wind behind him.

She swayed, and a chair fell to the ground, breaking apart with a bang.

It was the last entourage of the Dove clan who made the move.

He had been standing quietly in the corner before, almost unnoticed, but as soon as he stood up, Lan Zhi sensed the powerful strength hidden under his lean figure.

Obviously this person in front of him is not as simple as an ordinary follower.

On the contrary, he is the most powerful person among all the dove clan present.

The last Jiu clan was hiding in a corner, beckoning him to do it: "My clan's plan must not be leaked, she must die!"

The attendant ignored him, and fixed his eyes on Lan Zhi: "Why are you not suppressed by soul power?"

Lan Zhi was expressionless: "Why should I be suppressed by your soul power?"

(End of this chapter)