Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 17 Wangchuan, Senluo Temple
Then Bu Hai also walked in, still with a bright smile on his face, he walked to Fan Qingtian's desk and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to take a bath."

Only then did Fan Qingtian stop what he was doing, nodded and said, "I'll just come here by myself, you all go down."

"It's the king!" Bu Hai smiled and dismissed all the eunuchs.

Standing up from the desk, Fan Qingtian rubbed his arms, and walked towards the shower of the screen.

Taking off his robe, Fan Qingtian soaked in the bathtub to wash away the dust of the day.

When Fan Qingtian got up from the bathtub, put on his lining and walked out of the screen, he suddenly saw a person lying on his bed.

Her tall and mighty figure took up more than half of her bed, and a hideous scar on her face was particularly conspicuous. Who else could it be if it wasn't Yue Qing.

At this moment, Yue Qing was being helped all over his body, his face was unnaturally red, his eyes were sometimes hazy, and sometimes he was angry and ashamed. He twisted his body and tried hard to break free from the rope tied around his wrist. , can only make a humming sound.

Seeing this scene, Fan Qingtian was really speechless. He couldn't help holding his forehead, and sighed indifferently, "My God, can you stop being so considerate."

She really has no shortage of men, she really doesn't need men, Eunuch Hai, Eunuch Hai, can you let me stop for a while!

Fan Qingtian took a deep breath, and walked towards Yue Qing. Yue Qing stared at Fan Qingtian, whimpering.

Looking at the unnatural redness on Yue Qing's face indifferently, and the faint flirtatious fragrance in the room at this time, Fan Qingtian knew that Yue Qing was under the charm/drug, and if he was untied at this time, it would only harm him and him. Own.

Ignoring Yue Qing's angry eyes, he stretched out his hand to feel Yue Qing's pulse, and Fan Qingtian's eyes flickered slightly. Fortunately, the charm/medicine in Yue Qing's body does not need to be removed by body, just wait for the effect of the medicine to pass.

In order to ease Yue Qing's pain, Fan Qingtian tapped acupuncture points on Yue Qing's body with his sword fingers, Yue Qing's staring brown eyes closed and he passed out.

Seeing this, Fan Qingtian let Yue Qing lie on his bed, turned to extinguish the flirting incense from the incense burner, and then sat back at the desk to draw the unfinished mechanism diagram.

Late at night, the autumn breeze blew the leaves rustling. After Fan Qingtian finished drawing the final mechanism, he couldn't help but fell into a stupor, and his mind fell into a lethargy.

An icy and biting strange wind blew over, brushed over Fan Qingtian's skin, and instantly felt an invisible oppressive feeling that was suffocating. Fan Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes.

Fan Qingtian couldn't help being shocked by the scene that came into view afterwards.

The space in front of Fan Qingtian's eyes showed a strange dark red color. At this time, she was standing on the bank of a river, and the river was full of blood-red Bana flowers, and the clusters of Bana flowers stretched endlessly.

The water on the vast river surface is a piece of blood red, and there is green smoke floating in the air, covering all this hazy, shadowy, and extremely mysterious.

The startled thoughts quickly calmed down, and Fan Qingtian's face sank, watching all this vigilantly.

But at this moment, the river surface suddenly splashed with blood, and a huge jagged peak broke through the blood water and rose into the sky from the river surface. Wei Wei appeared magnificently in front of Fan Qingtian.

On the flat top of the giant peak, a majestic and mysterious black hall was built. Four huge nine-headed python pillars supported the empty roof on all sides of the hall, and the black hall of the giant peak stood in the middle of the blood river, sitting on the blood river. The giant peak is surrounded by steep stairs, all of which are made of white human bones. There is a skeleton human head inlaid on both sides of the stairs, and the human bone stairs wind up to the main hall like a dragon.

The green mist flows around the giant peak, and the dead silence is shocking.

The dark breath of death followed closely on Fan Qingtian's body, making it impossible for Fan Qingtian to resist. Panic leaked from his heart, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead. Seeing this strange scene, Fan Qingtian's There was no trace of panic or fear in his eyes.

At that moment, a small boat suddenly appeared on the river, and on the boat stood an old woman in red clothes and white hair. The old woman's face was covered with wrinkles, and her emerald green eyes were hollow. The unhurried rowing towards Fan Qingtian's direction made people feel even more treacherous.

The speed of the boat seemed to be very slow, but in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Fan Qingtian and stopped on the bank of the river.

Fan Qingtian looked at the old woman in front of him vigilantly, his face was condensed and vigilant.

At this time, the old woman opened her wrinkled and bloodless lips, and said in a stiff voice, "Please get on board..."

"Where are you going?" Fan Qingtian asked calmly without any panic.

"Death is welcome!" The old woman replied in a harsh voice.

grim Reaper!The word death came to Fan Qingtian's ears, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, and said coldly in his heart, "Reaper really has the ability to bring me here silently, even if he doesn't come looking for me today I, I also want to go to him, just to let him undo the evil spirit in my body and the death curse he cast."

The god of death came looking for her, and she couldn't escape at this time. Fan Qingtian was alert but didn't hesitate, and stepped directly into the old woman's boat.

The old woman didn't say much anymore, and rowed a small boat towards the giant peak.

Standing on the boat, the cold wind blows into the bone marrow, and the breath of death makes people oppressed and breathless. Fan Qingtian raises his internal strength, and his whole body is covered with a layer of light blue, which blocks the breath that makes people feel flustered.

"Where is this place?" Fan Qingtian asked indifferently, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the main hall on the approaching giant peak not far away.

"Wangchuanhe, Senluo Palace..." The old woman's voice was still stiff and cold, and she replied harshly.

To Fan Qingtian's surprise, the old woman would answer her question.

Hearing this name, Fan Qingtian felt cold, "Pretending to be a ghost!" If she wasn't the master of the Shenguang Pagoda, maybe she really believed that there is a so-called god of death in this world, but now she doesn't believe it at all!
This is the same as ordinary people worshiping their Divine Light Pagoda. They think that there are gods in the Divine Light Pagoda, but it is only a matter of cultivation to a certain level, and the ability can control the power of heaven and earth, and this is the case with the source of God she cultivated.

As for the Grim Reaper, perhaps he has cultivated a certain kind of dark evil power to achieve such a shocking ability.

When Fan Qingtian was thinking this way, the boat had already stopped by the stairs beside the giant peak.

Looking at the human bone staircase built by dense white bones, Fan Qingtian's face was calm, and then he stepped on the terrifying human bone staircase of the winding hall.

(End of this chapter)