Cloud painting

Chapter 189 The Wrath of Yunhua (15)

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Yue Lingzhang was in a trance for a while, and when she came back to her senses, fortunately, the flame did not transform into a human form, otherwise, even if she was stronger, she would not be able to withstand the fire of the ghost.

But isn't this fire an ancient thing?How could it be on Feng Yunhua?Yue Lingzhu couldn't understand it.

Feng Yunhua smiled coldly, she was dressed in white clothes, and a white fire was burning between her fingers, warm and cold.

The flames spread throughout the temple, and for a moment, the temple was filled with a sea of ​​white flames.

Yue Lingzhu's complexion changed drastically, he turned to look at Yue Shuang'er, and said, "My Royal Sister, hurry up and invite Master Nangong"

Yue Shuang'er knew that the situation was serious, so she said yes and left the temple.

Yue Lingzhang looked at Feng Yunhua, with a flash of determination in her eyes, she raised her hands, and a golden-red flame bloomed between her hands, in stark contrast to the white flame, the flame turned into a flute that was red all over, The intricate patterns on the flute, its veins are clearly visible, exuding a mysterious light.

The white flames were still spreading, spreading to all parts of the palace, and the palace people fled in all directions. Wherever the flames went, ashes were extinguished, the bones disappeared, and mourning was everywhere.

Feng Jinjin brought Yue Mo to join Xilin Mo.

"Is this fire caused by Huahua?" Feng Jinjin glanced suspiciously at the Nanyue Imperial Palace in the distance, where the whiteness almost spread to the sky, even if it was a white fire, one could still feel the extremely uncomfortable sweltering heat.

"It should be her..." Xilinmo thought to himself, who could be more perverted than her.

At the end of the month, his face was pale, and there were large and small whips on his face, which showed that the life in the Nanyue Palace was not very comfortable. "Miss, will you be all right?"

Xilinmo comforted him: "Don't worry, Huahua will be fine. The most urgent thing now is to send you back safely."

"I..." Yue Mo wanted to say something, opened her mouth slightly, and finally said nothing, just nodded, she wanted to be with the young lady, but if she was with the young lady, it would only become a drag on the young lady.

In the temple, Yue Lingzhu turned the Fengling flute horizontally in his hand, forming a series of attacks towards Feng Yunhua.

Feng Yunhua's body turned into a milky white shield at some point, blocking round after round of attacks.

Yue Lingzhu gritted his teeth: "I don't believe you can resist forever"

As soon as the voice fell, there were several rounds of attacks.

Feng Yun's picture was expressionless, her cold eyes seemed to freeze everything in time, suddenly, the white flame in her hand rushed towards the direction of the furnace, and with a "bang", the furnace exploded into tiny fragments and scattered on the ground.

Feng Yunhua dodged Yue Ling's attack and used teleportation to move like a cauldron. Yue Ling's eyes turned cold. Are you really going to go this far?She put the Fengling flute on her lips, and immediately, a low melodious sound sounded, and the sound of the flute formed a sound wave, which filled every corner of the temple, making it impossible for people to escape.

Even the strong man who guarded the temple had a splitting headache when he heard it, his seven orifices were bleeding, life would be worse than death.

"Why did the queen play the Fengling flute? Didn't she know that using the Fengling flute would seriously damage her vitality, and even cause her soul to fall into reincarnation?" "Except for Nanyue encountering a strong enemy, would the queen risk her life?" This magical sound that resists the sound of the flute penetrates the brain!" There was a silence, and a long sigh, sighing that he could not advance and retreat with the empress, and live and die with Nanyue.

Looking at the temple again, the sound of the flute was melodious, Feng Yunhua hugged the rescued Xiao Qi, his face was pale and painful, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood.

Xiao Qi was not much better, cowering in Feng Yunhua's arms, trembling all over.

(End of this chapter)