Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 714 The Emperor's Wrath 04
"This is a forbidden technique of the Feng clan, a phantom sound that confuses people's hearts. The sound of the flute you hear now is all an illusion. Feng Feili is dead and gone forever!" He Lianjiuge said word by word, Feng Feili Li died, but got her heart, this is the real reason why he didn't want Feng Feili to die!

"Don't let me hear it again." Qiongying's eyes were icy cold, and countless icicles were ready to go. Five fingers pinched Helian Jiuge's shoulders, and his fingertips pierced his flesh and blood, almost freezing his blood.

Qiongying suddenly pushed Helian Jiuge a few feet away, and she boarded the moat bridge alone.

Numerous red lotus-shaped flames bloomed under her feet, and she walked towards the flames of hell, and the floating black clothes fluttered with the fire.

Dongfang Jingao and the others were shocked and watched her step into the flames in disbelief, but the flames couldn't burn her.

"Master..." Wu Xin immediately chased after him.

"Sister!" Qing Jun yelled reluctantly.

"Don't go." Ye Chen said, the master is not afraid of flames.

Everyone watched as Qiongying walked across the moat bridge and disappeared into the sea of ​​flames.

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The sound of the flute became more and more clear, as if lingering in the ear.

Pieces of red lotuses are in full bloom, remnant and cold.

The melodious notes overflowed like smoke and danced with the flames.

On the golden glazed tiles, a jasper flute lay quietly. The body of the flute was transparent, emitting a faint green light. You could see bright red blood streaks floating in the jade.

Qiong Ying followed the sound of the flute, stood on the glazed tile, bent over to pick up the jade flute, the warm touch seemed to still have his residual warmth.

But she couldn't warm the coldness of her fingertips, couldn't dispel the hostility in her body, suppressed to the point of suffocation, she knew it was heartache.

Qiongying's eyes were full of violence, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, the phantom force that had been suppressed for a long time gushed out, and the red lotus-shaped flame shot straight into the sky.

The situation changed, and the surrounding palaces suddenly collapsed, filled with blood, like a scene of destroying the world.

Red lotus industry fire.

Despair that burns everything.

At dusk, the red clouds in the sky are like blood, like flowing blood, swallowing the whole sky in a short while.

Everyone looked up at the sky. This vision was like the fire in the palace in the southern suburbs when they were in Yancheng that day.

The eighth level of illusion can call wind and rain, as for the ninth level of illusion, it may change the color of the world, or even destroy the world.

Helian Jiuge suddenly felt chills all over his body, and felt inexplicably uneasy. He had never seen her show her true strength. At this moment, he felt scared, afraid that he would lose her. Take control.

His knowledge of her is limited to scheming and intelligence, but he doesn't even have a half-knowledge of her heart, perhaps even she doesn't know her heart.

"Where is the shadow of the cold moon?" Nan Gongchen stepped on the moat bridge, and what came to him was not scorching heat, but cold air.

"Don't go." Dongfang Jinghao said, not everyone can bear the icy fire.

The sound of the flute gradually weakened, and the ruined tumi all over the city fell sadly to the ground.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the magnificent and magnificent Yanfeng Palace in the past has now become a ruined wall.

On the highest palace, one can see a black figure motionless, holding a jade flute, innately noble and extraordinary, coexisting with loneliness, no matter when and where, life or death, it does not change.

The sky was getting dark and the twilight was coming, and her figure was coated with a layer of mysterious and cold twilight.

The night seemed to come only for her.

(End of this chapter)