Remnant King and Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the air, which made people feel suffocated.

The scene in front of me can no longer be described in tragic words, and there will never be a single star left of those who can be smashed to pieces.

It was like a scene that had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, but after encountering a fierce beast, it could no longer find a trace of vitality.

No one dares to approach,

Because I was afraid of what might happen.

only—

Only the lifeless figure lying on the ground seemed to be bathed, suddenly under the shroud of red light, bit by bit, it became clean.

Even Shengxue's pale face could be faintly seen, a trace of life.

……

he,

Lying quietly, motionless.

The pink light became more and more gentle and warm, caressing his body, every part, like a tender jade hand, extremely charming.

Time passed little by little.

Sunset, sunrise.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually and finally dissipated, reluctantly and unwillingly, the time has come, what they should do, they have already done, as for the consequences, they are not what they should think about.

around,

No one left, but no one had the guts to approach either.

They all agreed tacitly, guarding around the valley, looking at Ouyang Mingri who was shrouded in red, no one could guess, what happened?

If he is dead, why is there no breath of death? If he is still alive, why can't he feel the breath of life?

*

Day by day passed, and in the blink of an eye it was already ten days later.

There were more and more curious practitioners, and finally some people couldn't restrain their curiosity and wanted to move forward, but they were stopped by people who suddenly appeared one by one before they were ten feet away from tomorrow.

——He is a member of the Ten Thousand Dharma Buddhist Sect.

Standing in the air is the head of the Wanfa Buddhist Sect, Ziyang Daoist. According to his seniority, he called Xiyue a master uncle—with his clothes fluttering, his cultivation seems to have risen to a higher level building.

Looking coldly at these curious and greedy cultivators, Taoist Ziyang said in a deep voice with a cold face.

"Everyone, if you don't want to be an enemy of Wanfa Buddhism, please don't worry about it. Ouyang Mingri has a deep connection with my Buddhist sect. His wife, Murong Xiyue, is a disciple of Penglai Xiandao and Ziyang's teacher. Uncle, if all of you must disturb the doctor and become an immortal, then don't blame my Buddhist sect for being merciless."

……

After all,

As soon as the disciples in fluttering white clothes came out with cold swords, the light flickered and hurt everyone's eyes.

Those who wanted to go forward to hunt for treasure were startled. They squinted their eyes and looked up. They were also shocked by the Penglai fairy island he mentioned earlier. They finally gritted their teeth and retreated resentfully. They didn't come any closer.

Ziyang also snorted, his cultivation made him look a lot younger, and now he looks like a handsome and handsome young man.

Looking down at Ouyang Mingri who was shrouded in fairy light, Ziyang frowned.

This red light is gentle and full of immortal power, which is more effective than any panacea. However, Xiyue is not a fairy, how could she have such merit?

Could it be someone else?

Shaking his head, Ziyang showed a bit of doubt, with Ouyang Mingri's temperament, he doesn't like others to approach the most, if it wasn't for Xiyue, even if it was death, he would not let him approach.

This……

What is going on?

Ziyang felt that during the past few decades of retreat, he seemed to have... missed many good stories.