Female Queen: My wife is Aunt Wu

Chapter 112 The Yin Qi dissipates
From the formation of the sword formation to the final blow, it only took a few seconds. Even before the Blood Princess had time to think about how to fight, the powerful thunder sword energy descended from the head and hit her head directly.

what……

Xue Ji's screams continued, and her entire body continued to die under the impact of thunder and flames.

Pan An watched from a distance, not daring to get close. Just looking at this scene made people's scalp numb, not to mention the miserable screams, which even became silent at the end.

Wu Zhaoniang didn't dare to slack off until she exhausted all her spiritual power and fell down, and was caught steadily by Pan An, who rushed forward.

After falling to the ground, Pan An took out another can of spiritual grass soup, which made Wu Zhaoniang couldn't help laughing.

"Why?"

"I told you, I've been refining it all day, and I have at least a dozen cans, and I've just drank less than half of it now," Pan An said.

"Okay, that's really amazing. I never thought that spiritual grass soup was useful before, but now I finally understand the use of this thing. It's a life-saving artifact!" Wu Zhaoniang said as she put a can of spiritual grass into the pot. Drink the soup cleanly.

"Give me a can too!" Ximen Qing came over and asked.

"You haven't even exerted much force, so you still have the nerve to ask for it?" Wu Zhaoniang said angrily.

"I...it's not like I can't beat him. I almost lost my life with one move from this guy." Ximen Qing said helplessly.

Seeing this, Pan An still gave her a can, after all, she had just rushed over to block him.

"Give you."

"Thank you, Pan An, you are so kind." Ximen Qing took a big gulp of the Lingcao soup.

Pan An flew to the center of the sea of ​​flowers and saw Xue Ji lying here. Half of her body had turned into dead wood, and her body was visibly declining.

"Laugh if you want to!" Xue Ji said in a weak tone.

"I can't laugh, it's cruel," Pan An said.

"Cruel?" Xue Ji chuckled, looked at Pan An and said, "If you are not cruel, then you will be the ones lying on the ground."

"I know, so I am serious about taking action, but I won't make fun of you, because the battle is indeed cruel, and there is no distinction between who wins and who loses." Pan An said.

Xue Ji raised her hand and looked at the hand that was gradually drying up. It was originally delicate and smooth, but now it looked so old.

"Cruel, indeed cruel. My hands have tortured countless people and been stained with countless blood, so they have become delicate and smooth. But now, they have become dry and ugly because of this."

"Do you regret it?" Pan An asked.

"I have no regrets. I chose my own path. To reach this point, no matter what, it is my own result." As she said that, Xue Ji's eyes returned to Pan An and she revealed a strange smile.

"You will, you will be like me."

"It's different, we are not the same kind of people." Pan An said calmly.

"No, they are a type of people, good or bad, who can't fight just to become stronger. In the world of cultivation, and even the whole world, the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive. I died just because I was strong enough. And you, too, will eventually Step into my footsteps and be killed by others." Xue Ji's eyes were bloodshot and she yelled at Pan An fiercely.

She seemed possessed by a demon, as if she wanted to rush over and devour Pan An.

Pan An retreated subconsciously, holding the sword tightly in his hand.But before he could take action, Wu Zhaoniang walked over directly and pierced the opponent's head with a sword.

"Hey, who are you scaring?" Wu Zhaoniang pulled out the sword and stabbed it a few more times.Then she turned around, looked at Pan An and said, "Don't listen to her, she just wants to scare you."

"I know, I just can't figure out why there is so much resentment when people are going to die," Pan An said.

"Because you are not willing to give in! After practicing for decades, it is not easy to reach such a height. No one is willing to give in. It is said that mortals are afraid of death, but in fact practitioners are more afraid of death. Mortals have too little in their lives to control. Too little, and even less can be realized in the future. But practitioners are different. As long as they live, there will be hope. The future path is even more unpredictable. They may be ordinary all their lives, or they may reach the sky in one step. So even if they are alive, they will not I want to die well." Wu Zhaoniang explained.

Pan An took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Maybe, she may be right, we may be like this in the future."

"That's the future. No one knows what will happen in the future. Just take care of the present. The most taboo thing in spiritual practice is random thoughts. You can't think randomly!" Wu Zhaoniang walked up to Pan An and poked his forehead to remind him. road.

Pan An smiled calmly, slapped her hand away and said, "Don't worry, I can't."

"Okay then, let's go, it's time for us to go up."

"Ah."

The three of them left the underground palace and came to the surface. It was already noon, the sun above their heads was very hot, and they could not feel the coldness.

Pan An looked up and saw that the yin energy in the sky had completely dissipated and everything was back to normal.

"Great, the Yin Qi is gone."

"That means we succeeded, destroyed the sea of ​​flowers on the other side below, and everything returned to normal." Wu Zhaoniang said with a look of relief.

"Great, you can go back and rest." Ximen Qing stretched.

The three of them left here and walked down the mountain. As soon as they were halfway there, they saw Lin Yue and Lin Yun walking up with weapons in hand.

"Lin Yue?"

"Miss Wu, you are still alive!" Lin Yue ran over excitedly when she saw Wu Zhaoniang and others.

"Nonsense, of course we are alive. Didn't we let you watch from above? What are you doing with the knife?" Ximen Qing asked doubtfully.

"I saw you hadn't come out for so long, so I thought something had happened to you, so I went home to find help." Lin Yue explained.

"Help?" Pan An looked at the group of villagers and said with a chuckle: "If something happens to us, all you have to do is run away as quickly as possible. Even we can't deal with you. Let alone ordinary people.”

"I know, but I just can't swallow this breath. This woman Xue Ji has done so many evil things. I must get rid of her." Lin Yue said angrily.

"Okay, you don't have to be angry. That woman Xue Ji is dead now. You, Qingyun Town, don't have to worry about zombies anymore."

"Really?" Lin Yue was extremely surprised.

"Of course it's true." To prove it, Wu Zhaoniang took out a bamboo slip.

After opening it, scenes of the battle and the killing of the Blood Princess appeared on it.

"It's great. It's great that she's dead. Mother, please accept Lin Yue's bow." Lin Yue knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes.

"No, no, no, no, get up and talk, there's no need for this." Wu Zhaoniang quickly helped him up.

(End of this chapter)