deadly mantra

Chapter 191 The Emperor of Hell is furious!
the other side.

After Ji Fanyin walked into Luoxia District, her legs went weak and she knelt heavily on the ground. The violent zhenqi was rushing through her body, and it was difficult to suppress it.

She blinked, and her gradually blurred vision reflected the lights not far away:

"Dust... dust..."

His eyes went dark, and Ji Fanyin completely lost consciousness and passed out in the grass as she hugged the baggage tightly with her arms.

A quarter of an hour later.

In the silent night, a thin whistle sounded.

The leaves swayed, and murderous aura surged.

The silhouettes of the Death Valley killers who followed closely behind him flew past, drew out their sharp blades, and quickly rushed towards Ji Fanyin's unconscious position.

Luoyan lives at the door.

The lanterns hanging in the corridor swayed in the night wind.

Shui Qingchen's stern face also disappeared and appeared in the dark night.

His low voice, filled with uneasiness, sounded in the darkness:
"Didn't find it yet?"

A dozen believers knelt on one knee.

"Not yet." was the reply.

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew the smell of blood.

Shui Qingchen's eyes flickered slightly, and his figure disappeared out of thin air in front of the believers in an instant.

In the grass by the roadside.

Ji Fanyin's consciousness dissipated and she had no power to fight back.

The killer of Death Valley stabbed Ji Fanyin with his sword. When it was less than an inch away from her heart, the sharp blade was suddenly stopped.

Shui Qingchen clamped the sword blade between his fingertips, and with a slight exertion, the sword blade was instantly shattered into more than a dozen pieces by the powerful internal force and suspended in the air.

When his eyes touched the blood stains on Ji Fanyin's body, his eyes darkened. How painful his heart was and how terrifying the anger in his eyes was.

Shui Qingchen didn't even raise his head, looking at the approaching killers.

He waved his sleeves, and the broken blade that was still in the air shot back at a dozen killers in an instant.

A true one-step approach to sealing one's throat.

Only one person was shot through the thigh by the broken sword hilt, and fell to his knees wailing in pain.

Shui Qingchen took off his outer robe, wrapped Ji Fanyin's body, and picked her up carefully, for fear of hurting the wounds all over her body.

At this time, the followers of the King of Hell arrived and surrounded the killer.Shui Qingchen's eyes were extremely cold, leaving only the words "I want to live", holding Ji Fanyin in his arms, and disappeared into thin air again.

Inside Liushuang Pavilion.

Dancing candles.

Depressed atmosphere.

Shui Qingchen moved very gently and slowly, putting Ji Fanyin on the bed.

The sword energy flowed at the fingertips, like a blade, and it only cut through the bloody clothes on Ji Fanyin's body, but did not harm her at all.

He wiped away the blood with warm water, applied medicine, and used the exercises to stabilize her restless inner breath. Shui Qingchen didn't say a word from beginning to end.

After finishing everything, he lifted up the quilt and covered her body.

One more glance and he couldn't be sure whether he could still calm down.

Turning around for a moment, he caught a glimpse of the bundle on the bedside.

The black satin was dyed dark red by the blood - this package was still tightly held in her hand when she was unconscious.

Shui Qingchen started to open it. When he saw what was inside, his black pupils shrank sharply and his heart hurt like a knife.

He picked up the clean clothes and put them in the closet.

When he walked out of the room and turned around to close the door, he clasped the door frame tightly with his fingertips, leaving a deep indentation on the door.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

After a while.

squeak--

The door closed slowly.

His tall figure, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression, walked down the attic step by step.

in the courtyard.

Listen to the cold pond, the blue waves are rippling, and the coolness hits you.

The followers of the King of Hell stood in two rows with cold eyes.

Shui Qingchen strolled over, lifted up his clothes, and sat on the red sandalwood chair. The emperor's majesty and oppression slowly invaded him.

The only surviving Death Valley killer had cold sweat on his forehead and his body was shivering uncontrollably.

An overwhelming fear of annihilation pressed on his shoulders, but because his acupuncture points were sealed, he could not save himself or commit suicide, so he could only scream.

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