The high-energy little cute concubine is super fierce

Chapter 938 The pedantic person
"Luo Ziyan, you are really a pedantic person." Wei Wuchang's pale face showed a touch of ridicule, "There are always casualties in wars, and they will die, but they are not strong enough. If you want to hit a stone with an egg, you will die."

His words made Luo Ziyan's eyes darker and darker, and there was a cold killing intent in them.

However, Wei Wuchang never thought of stopping or begging for mercy.

"Avenging them is really a high-sounding statement. Of course, since ancient times, winners and losers, since I lost to you, what kind of fate I will suffer depends entirely on your own words."

"It's just that your pedantry will eventually become your demon."

Luo Ziyan's pupils shrank, tightly pinched Wei Wuchang's neck, and said coldly: "You are right, I am a pedantic person. Whether it is to avenge the dead, or simply to vent the inner anger , or become a demon..."

"Today, I will let you feel what life is better than death."

As soon as the words fell, a wave of red flames surged out, enveloping Wei Wuchang in an instant.

Under the wrap of this red flame, Wei Wuchang's body melted little by little, leaving only a thin soul.

Wei Wuchang felt Luo Ziyan's terror and cruelty, and fear flickered in his eyes.

She is trying to refine her soul into soul!
In this way, not only would he have no return, but he would also have to endure the most terrifying torture.

"Luo Ziyan!!" An intense pain invaded, causing Wei Wuchang's soul to writhe continuously. This pain came from the depths of the soul. Apart from being infinitely magnified, there was no rhythm of relief at all.

He wanted to watch his soul melt away bit by bit in the severe pain, and finally turned into nothingness.

The people around looked at Luo Ziyan's actions with indifference and didn't feel cruel.

Shaoqi, Jingyi, Lin Yue, Mengyi, Luo Lingfeng and others all died at the hands of Wei Wuchang, and the grief they caused to Luo Ziyan was deep, as can be seen from the white hair.

Even if it is to refine the soul of Wei Wuchang, it is not enough to calm Luo Ziyan's inner grief.

At the same time, although Wei Wuchang's soul and spiritual power are very strong, Luo Ziyan never thought of devouring it and turning it into his own power.

She just wanted this guy to disappear completely in this world after enduring endless pain, and pay homage to the person she cherished.

"Luo Ziyan, you can't fight Master You Luo." Wei Wuchang struggled, his whole soul was distorted and deformed, looking very terrifying, "In the end, you will end up in the same fate as me."

Luo Ziyan's pupils shrank, and he squeezed his fist violently. Wei Wuchang let out a final howl, and his soul was instantly compressed into a ball.

"Everyone, I have avenged you, you can rest in peace."

Bang.

The soul in Luo Ziyan's hand was pinched and exploded, turning into a piece of fluorescent light, and dissipating in this piece of heaven and earth.

"Little disciple." Di Xuanqing walked over and gently held her hand, with distress and understanding in his eyes.

Facing God's Xuanqing eyes, Luo Ziyan smiled bitterly, then suppressed the sadness and various emotions on her face, and became indifferent.

She swept around the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "You Luo's left and right arms have been dealt with, now it's time for us to fight back."

For a moment, everyone's eyes were shining with hot divine light.

There are fears, apprehensions, and expectations.

(End of this chapter)