Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 285

The blood was wrapped in spiritual power, and Ye Gulan's fingertips were swimming in the air. The spiritual power was mixed with the blood to form a line, and a complicated imprint gradually formed at the fingertips following Ye Gulan's walking.

At the same time, Ye Gulan kept a solemn face and chanted a mantra, "The soul goes, the soul comes, the soul returns to where it is, follow my instructions, and take the soul."

As Ye Gulan finished chanting the spell, the bloody aura also formed imprints at the same time.

The imprint formed a complex pattern with countless lines, shining red light, faintly releasing powerful energy, and floating in front of Fan Qingtian's eyes.

Looking indifferently at Ye Gulan's spirit control technique, a dark light flashed across Fan Qingtian's eyes.

I didn't expect Ye Gulan to be able to divination and control spirits, his talent is indeed not bad.

As an onmyoji, you can practice many kinds of onmyoji, such as seeing objects, controlling objects, phantom objects, divination, controlling spirits, channeling spirits, etc., but most people can only practice one of them, because onmyoji is extremely powerful. It is difficult to control, and it is also very mysterious.

It is the limit for a strong person to practice three kinds of yin and yang arts, but Ye Gulan has practiced divination and spirit control, and can practice two kinds of yin and yang arts, which can be said to be very talented.

If Ye Gulan didn't want to target Fan Qingtian, I am afraid that Fan Qingtian would reuse Ye Gulan regardless of the past, but it is impossible now, Ye Gulan planned to kill her, Ye Gulan would not let go For Fan Qingtian's hatred, Fan Qingtian will not let this threat exist.

At this time, Ye Gulan's fingertips were on the print, and the print glowed with a strong white light. The white light was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes, but it made Fan Qingtian's eyes dull at this moment, like a soul. Lost in general.

Seeing Ye Gulan attacking Fan Qingtian, but Fan Qingtian did not resist, Buhai shouted anxiously at Fan Qingtian, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty!"

Seeing that Fan Qingtian didn't respond to him at all, Bu Hai became more and more anxious, his internal force continued to bombard the light beam prison, and he stared fiercely at Ye Gulan and said, "Ye Gulan, what did you do to the king? Hurry up and stop, the king might spare your dog's life, otherwise, don't blame me for taking your dog's life."

Watching Ye Gulan attack Fan Qingtian, Duan Qing was also nervous, and roared at Ye Gulan, "Ye Gulan, I advise you to let go of the king quickly, you are regicide, do you want to kill the king?" Are you implicating the nine clans!"

The idle eyes still had the meaning of watching a play, Li Mie didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and the expression on his face didn't change at all, he wasn't worried about Fan Qingtian at all.

The eyes could not help but fell on Bu Hai and the others behind Fan Qingtian. Ye Gulan had a trace of contempt on his cold face. As long as Fan Qingtian died, he would not die.

Withdrawing her gaze, Ye Gulan snorted coldly, "Fan Qingtian, die!" Ye Gulan suddenly raised her hand and drank again in a concentrated voice, "Collect your soul."

The imprint spun rapidly, and Fan Qingtian's soul fluctuated at this moment, as if he was about to be pulled out of his body by this imprint.

The danger was imminent, and seeing that Fan Qingtian was about to fall into trouble, suddenly, Fan Qingtian's amber eyes froze, followed by a powerful aura bursting out of Fan Qingtian's body.

The whole body was surrounded by white spiritual power, and Fan Qingtian's figure was surrounded by white light, and a strong aura swept out in a bracket shape, directly towards the imprint.

The imprint was directly hit by Brahma Qingtian's terrifying spiritual power attack, and it burst apart like a shattering decay, turning into dots of starlight and falling to the ground.

At the same time, the crystal ball held by Ye Gulan in Fan Qingtian's hands couldn't bear Fan Qing's spiritual power, and immediately burst into pieces with a cracking sound, and then exploded.

The scene in front of them made Ye Gulan and the dead soldiers surrounding Fan Qingtian look shocked.

At this moment, the crystal ball exploded, and the fragments of the crystal ball mixed with powerful energy scattered and fell to the ground. The ground of the observatory was instantly filled with smoke and devastated.

And Ye Gulan, who was the closest to Fan Qingtian, didn't have time to react, the fragments of the crystal ball ruthlessly pierced into Ye Gulan's palm, leaving Ye Gulan's temporarily white hand bloody and bloody Blood dripping.

Several crystal fragments pierced Ye Gulan's body at the same time, and the white priest's robe was immediately soaked in red.

At the same time, Ye Gulan's body was shaken by the crystal shards and staggered back a few steps.

But Buhai and Duanqing immediately became happy when they saw the situation in front of them.

The king deserves to be the king of his family, no one can hurt the king of his family, Bu Hai finally relaxed, Bu Hai just thought that the king didn't want to resist, and let Ye Gulan slaughter him Fortunately, the king didn't mean that.

Duan lightly looked at the back of Fan Qingtian in the white light, his eyes were full of fascination, the majesty's courage, the majesty's strength made his heart sink even deeper involuntarily.

A smile flashed across his eyes, and Li Mie tapped lightly on the armchair with his fingertips.

Standing quietly on the spot, the white light around Fan Qingtian gradually disappeared, and a clear figure was imprinted in Ye Gulan's shocked pupils again.

No matter what, she never expected that her well-designed assassination would fall short, Ye Gulan's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

At this time, those dead soldiers reacted from the shock, and immediately waved their swords and attacked Fan Qingtian in unison.

Looking at the dead soldiers following one after another, Fan Qingtian's eyes froze, and he said in a proud tone of disdain, "Do mere ants want to shake the sky?"

As soon as it fell, Fan Qingtian's internal force appeared in a circular shape mixed with the power of thunder and blasted out, directly bombarding the besieging dead soldiers.

A colossal mighty energy oppressed and attacked, and the dead men who stepped forward to kill Fan Qingtian felt the terrifying breath of death, and they couldn't help being frightened in their hearts. Back off.

But before these dead men wanted to back down, the blatant attack fell on these dead men.

There was not even room for resistance, those dead men were spitting blood, and flew backwards fiercely, until they hit the guardrail of the observatory, and then they stopped.

The dead soldiers who hit the guardrail dented the guardrail.

Lying on the ground, the faces of the dead men were pale and painful. Although these dead men were not dead, they no longer had the ability to fight back.

The atmosphere was tense and murderous, Fan Qingtian put his hands behind his back, and stared at the scene in front of him coldly.

His long black hair fluttered with the wind, and his white robe was rustled by the wind. The faint light of night hit Brahma's handsome and flawless face, like a god in the sky, making people submit and awe.

(End of this chapter)