Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1791 The Yin Soldier Takes His Life - Part [-]
"That's better than staying here! I've had enough of being Concubine Xue! You have a son and a husband who loves you, but what about me? I have nothing! I want to change everything!"

After finishing speaking, Concubine Xue took out the Eight Treasures Cuanzhu Hairpin from her bosom, she seemed to hear the earth tremble slightly in a trance, Xuanyuanche and Sikong Shengjie immediately stood in front of Fengqian.

The soldiers who were protecting Concubine Xue seemed to have seen something frightening, and moved aside one after another until a road opened, and a tall figure slowly stepped forward.

The man's hair was disheveled, and he couldn't see his face clearly for a while, but Hua Mengying was very familiar with this man.

"Mu Qingxiao."

Is it Brother Mu?Feng Qian looked again, and under the disheveled hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes looked scary, but those eyes were clearly the gentle brother Mu from before!

"Brother Mu!"

Mu Qingxiao completely ignored Feng Qian's shout, he walked up to Concubine Xue in a daze, and stretched out his arm, only to see Concubine Xue thrust the hairpin into Mu Qingxiao's veins forcefully.

There was a faint sound coming from the ground in the distance, Mu Qingxiao didn't seem to feel the pain, and let the hairpin stick in his veins.

"stop!"

Jiuzang wanted to rush over to stop it, but it was too late, and the night sky that was originally lit by the fire turned blood red at some point.

"It's late... it's late..."

Hearing Jiuzang muttering to himself, Xuanyuanche asked, "Master, what is she doing?"

"Yin Bing, she summoned Yin Bing, Lingyun Continent is completely over."

"What is a Yin soldier?"

"Those who were resurrected in the dead sacrifice."

resurrection?Feng Qian recalled that Kyuubi said before that the death sacrifice can indeed bring the dead back to life, but it is not a real resurrection. Could it be that...

Feng Qian asked: "Master, is it the living dead?"

"Yes."

As soon as Jiuzang finished speaking, he saw people rushing up densely from a distance, like a sandstorm on the desert, black and vast.

At the same time, there seemed to be fine cracks in the blood-colored sky, and the sound was like gigabytes of glass about to crack.

"Not good! The barrier is about to be destroyed!" When Ghost Lord looked up and saw this scene, he immediately ordered Lingzun, "Protect the barrier!"

"Yes!"

Luo Badao couldn't let go of his daughter at this moment, and he also knew that the protection barrier was the top priority.

He immediately followed Gui Jun and other spirit masters to various corners of the Xingyun Empire, and tried to slow down the speed of the barrier's damage by consuming his own cultivation.

Those ghost soldiers are demons resummoned from hell. They don't distinguish between friends and foes. They grab someone and stuff them into their mouths, as if they have been hungry for a long time.

Many members of the Tai Chi Sect and the Blood Fiend Gang were killed by these crazy Yin soldiers.

Those Yin soldiers avoided Concubine Xue and rushed directly towards the Emperor's Palace. Xuanyuanche ordered the soldiers on the wall of the Palace to shoot arrows, but after the arrow hit the Yin soldiers, the Yin soldiers pulled the arrows from their chests and shot them again. keep going.

Xuanyuan Che picked up Feng Qian and shouted at Sikong Shengjie: "Retreat into the palace."

It's a pity that the palace gate has just been destroyed by Luo Badao's palm, and everyone had to retreat to the Qianqing Palace. When they saw the scene of biting and biting outside through the door and window, it made people shudder.

"The death sacrifice is a technique created by me, and the karma created by this will eventually be cleaned up by me."

While speaking, Jiuzang moved towards the Yin soldiers who rushed over, Xuanyuanche shouted: "Master, no!"

Seeing that someone came to the door automatically, the Yin soldiers immediately rushed forward, and after a while, Jiuzang disappeared among them.

"Zhi An..."

Suddenly a golden light shone from the Yin soldiers, and those Yin soldiers were terribly pained by this light, and could no longer continue to attack.

But that light quickly dissipated.

The Yin soldiers without the golden light became the same as before, and they entered the palace again. The archers on the tower couldn't wait for Xuanyuanche's order, and shot at the Yin soldiers with their bows and arrows.

I saw one after another Yin soldiers fell down after being shot through by arrows, unable to get up again.

"They have turned into flesh and blood!" Sikong Shengjie saw this scene, "Brother, we have a chance of winning!"

Odds?Really?There are more people in this group of Yin soldiers than Taijizong and Xuesha Gang combined. Will there be any chance of winning?

"It's not good! Yin soldiers are coming from the southwest corner gate!"

Young Master Xiang was shocked, all those who could not participate in the battle were hidden there...

"I'll go first!"

Young Master Xiang picked up the sword casually, turned around and left through the side door.

He hadn't touched the sword for a long time, and holding it in his hand again was indeed a little strange.

At this moment, Feng Qingyu and Tang Chenyu are leading the members of the Lingchu Union to fight against those Yin soldiers at the southwest gate.

"Brother, what are these things! Why is the blood so thick?"

"Stop talking nonsense, the Young Pavilion Master has repeatedly ordered you to protect them!"

"Know it!"

Seeing that there were more and more Yin soldiers, Feng Qingyu and Tang Chenyu protected Yan You and the others, retreating again and again, when the last line of defense was breached, Yin soldiers poured in like a flood breaking a dike.

Yanyou was protecting his younger brother Yanqing, when a yin soldier was about to capture the two, young master Xiang rushed over and stabbed the yin soldier in the chest.

"Are you and Yanqing okay?"

"It's okay, why are you here?"

"There are too many Yin soldiers, and the Emperor's Palace is afraid to miss." Young Master Xiang ordered Feng and Tang loudly, "Retreat to Qianqing Palace!"

"it is good!"

Three or five Yin soldiers suddenly came towards Young Master Xiang at the same time, he pushed Yan You and Yan Qing towards Feng Qingyu with a sword in his crotch.

"Protect them!"

Suddenly felt a tingling pain in his shoulder, turned around and saw that a Yin soldier had already dug his teeth into Young Master Xiang's shoulder.

"Zixiang!"

Yanyou yelled and was about to turn back, but Young Master Xiang shouted: "Feng Qingyu, take them away quickly!"

Although Feng Qingyu couldn't bear it, he knew that if he turned around at this moment, everyone might not be able to leave. He knew that he would pull Yanyou and his brother to retreat to the inner palace.

After Young Master Xiang fought hard, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

"You four guys, it's really disgusting to let the pavilion master lift the sword himself..."

On the blood-red sky, the cracks became more and more obvious. The young master of Wanjin Pavilion, a generation of talents, finally came to an end.

When Feng Qingyu and Tang Chenyu escorted Yanyou and the others to arrive, Chen Lang and Ziyun were also escorted here by members of the Spirit Chef Union.

Ziyun didn't believe that Concubine Xue was no longer her mother. She glared at Feng Qian and said, "It's all you! You people who like to break into other people's lives are the most annoying!"

Feng Qian didn't bother to argue with her anymore, what time is this.

She went to a corner and sat down, silently said in her heart: "Fanfan, what should I do?"

[Master, you still have one dish you haven't conquered yet! 】

"When is this and I still have the mind to cook?"

【Master, cooking is the foundation of your existence in this world. 】

It seems to be the truth!Every time Feng Qian got out of danger, she was basically rewarded by cooking. Is it okay this time?
The last taste is sweet.

What should sweet do?
It must not be as simple as making a sweet dish!
What to do!
The doors and windows were knocked violently by the Yin soldiers, and the internal strength of the six Lingzun masters was almost exhausted.

sweet dishes...sweet dishes...sweet...

what exactly is it? !

(End of this chapter)