Sansheng Xiantu is here for you

Chapter 839 Black Mandala

The blue-robed man who hadn't said anything for a while suddenly stood up and looked at Liao Qingzhu indifferently, "So, I'm back now..."

"What's the use of coming back now! Sanniang has already buried herself in peace."

Liao Qingzhu's clenched fists kept shaking because of anger.

Leng Qianyue was afraid that the other party would not be able to suppress her anger, so she directly beat up the man in blue robe.

The blue-robed man chuckled twice, and suddenly tore open his skirt, revealing his pale chest in front of their eyes.

However, to Leng Qianyue's surprise, a small black flower suddenly appeared on the originally white skin when it touched the sunlight.

The little flower seemed to be alive, and black branches continuously spread out, covering the entire chest in an instant.

Liao Qingzhu was taken aback by the opponent's actions, and when he saw the black flower, he became quiet all of a sudden.

"You don't have the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth." He said affirmatively.

The man in the blue robe chuckled and nodded silently, "Blood lineage, even if it's a life for another life, there is no price for the yin and yang of the world, and Sanniang and I will die."

"How did it become like this..." Liao Qingzhu staggered back two steps.

"The black mandala, the unpredictable darkness, the desperate love accompanied by death, the road of no return brought by life," Bihai looked at the flower, and said in a low voice: "This is the curse of the demons. Is the price for you witch clan to join the demon clan is to be cursed? It's really ridiculous..."

The blue-robed man did not expect it to speak so clearly, and sneered: "Yes, our bloodline is so stupid that we chose to join the Demon Race. The special bloodline comes from the love for children, but... Playing to the best of our abilities, we cast this curse."

"Hehe," Bi Hai grinned grimly at this result, "a group of self-destroyers."

"What's the use of this curse?" Leng Qianyue vaguely guessed something, but couldn't believe her own judgment.

"Under this curse, the Wu Clan must join the battlefield with all their strength, otherwise their parents will die with them. So once Liu Sanniang dies, he will die too."

After Bi Hai finished speaking, he raised his head and said sneeringly: "Back then when the demon clan fought, your Wu clan brought a lot of havoc to this world. Don't make me feel sorry for you now."

Hearing these words, the man in the blue robe felt a little pain in his eyes, sighed slightly, and turned to look at Liao Qingzhu, "It's not that I didn't want to save Sanniang. Bring hope. Now that you know the truth, can you accept it?"

He said, his lips tightly pursed, "It doesn't matter if I die, but they have followed me for many years, I don't want them to end up like me."

At this moment, Liao Qingzhu had completely calmed down. He looked down at the three iron leopards, and finally nodded silently.

On the way back to Leng's house, Leng Qianyue didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing her silence, Bi Hai said angrily: "That kind of person is not worthy of pity. You don't know that the Wu clan is a fighting nation. At that time, corpses were everywhere, and the number of people who died under their hands was countless."

"However, he is a good man." Leng Qianyue held the crystal bottle in her hand and shook the transparent liquid inside.

Before leaving, the other party gave her all the pills he had made in his life, and there was this bottle of psychedelic powder in it.

(End of this chapter)