Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 390 You Are Not Qualified To Intervene
Speaking of which, Fan Qingtian's condensed spear moved closer to the silver-robed man's throat.

Not at all afraid of Fan Qingtian's actions, the man in the silver robe suddenly raised his hand and slapped it, and the mighty force immediately destroyed the spear that Fan Qingtian's internal force had condensed.

At the same time, Fan Qingtian was also shocked by the silver-robed man's internal force, and his arms suddenly went numb.

Not knowing who this silver-robed man is, what is his origin and origin, why he appeared here, and what it has to do with the god of death, countless questions flashed in Fan Qingtian's mind.

Seeing that his condensed internal energy was easily destroyed by the silver-robed man, Fan Qingtian was even more wary of the man in front of him.

Knowing that the silver-robed man in front of him was definitely not someone who would take nothing for granted, Fan Qingtian put his palms on the ground, jumped into the air, and pulled out the sword stuck in the ground directly, immediately keeping a distance from the silver-robed man.

Looking at Fan Qingtian with long hair hanging loose, a gleam of light flashed across the eyes of the silver-robed man, and he said coldly, "It turns out that the God of Death likes a woman like you."

After a pause, the silver-robed man seemed to be talking to Brahma, or he was saying to himself, "If I snatch you from the hands of the God of Death, what will happen to the God of Death?"

Hearing the inexplicable words in the cold voice of the silver-robed man, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean..."

There was some sarcasm on the cold face, just as the silver-robed man was about to approach Fan Qingtian, suddenly a powerful breath came, which immediately stopped the silver-robed man's footsteps.

Suddenly, there was a handsome man wearing a mask covering his face above the tip of his nose standing impressively beside Fan Qingtian.

The person who came was the god of death!

Still dressed in a black robe, Death's long silver hair was not tied up, and the silver hair was as soft as a waterfall of white horses and fell down to his ankles.

Although the whole body does not exude any aura, but seeing the god of death, the heart will suddenly be startled with a strong fear of the god of death, so that he will be convinced.

The moment the god of death stood beside Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian had already sensed it, and turned his head to look at the god of death.

The sculpted outline of the God of Death was reflected in his pupils. Fan Qingtian glanced at the God of Death and then withdrew his gaze. He pursed his lips and said indifferently, "I don't know what the God of Death is looking for me for."

Following Fan Qingtian's words, the silver-robed man's cold face curved into a sneer, and he said to Death, "It seems that Death is really nervous about this woman."

The tone of the silver-robed man was very provocative.

Listening to the silver-robed man's words, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, thinking to himself, is this person the enemy of Death?

He didn't get any angry because of the silver-robed man's words, and the face of the god of death was still indifferent, "Ming Yin, you are not qualified to participate in my game yet."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Mingyin snorted coldly, looked directly at the god of death, and said sarcastically, "Really? Let's wait and see for the god of death."

Sparks were burning in the air following Ming Yin's clamoring words.

"Challenge me, you are not strong enough yet." Death spit out these words indifferently.

"Hmph, not necessarily." Throwing these words, Ming Yin flicked his sleeve robe, and his figure disappeared in front of Fan Qingtian and Death God in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Ming Yin who had already left and disappeared, there was still no wave in the eyes of the god of death.

Looking sideways at Fan Qingtian, the god of death looked at the countless wounds left on Fan Qingtian's body at this time, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Does it hurt?"

The voice sounded soft, but it was a little stiff. Obviously, the god of death rarely said such caring words to people.

Hearing the God of Death's question, Fan Qingtian was slightly taken aback.

Soon after returning to his original expression, Fan Qingtian retracted the sword in his hand into the receiving space, and then calmly replied to Death, "It's just a small injury."

Pain, the pain in the body, the pain in the body, it is not as painful as the pain in the heart, it hurts more.

Without opening his mouth, a elixir suddenly appeared in the hand of the god of death, and he handed it to Fan Qingtian with his white palm, "Take it."

His eyes fell lightly on the elixir in the hands of the god of death, Fan Qingtian didn't reach out to take it, "I'm refining my physique, so I don't need to use elixir."

If elixir could be used, Fan Qingtian himself could refine and take the elixir to repair the injury, and he didn't need the elixir of death to recover at all.

Listening to Fan Qingtian's words, the God of Death didn't take back the pill, but took advantage of Fan Qingtian's hands as fast as a shadow before he closed his mouth, and directly sent the pill into Fan Qingtian's mouth, " Swallow."

Not giving Fan Qingtian any room to resist, the voice of Death said indifferently.

Knowing that the god of death fed him the pill, Fan Qingtian wanted to spit it out, but because of the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian consciously swallowed the pill.

After swallowing the pill, Fan Qingtian realized that it was too late to spit it out.

His eyes suddenly stared coldly at the god of death, and Fan Qingtian's calm voice was slightly angry, "the god of death stopped me from tempering my physique, is it because he is afraid that I will defeat you?"

"Yeah." The cool lips responded lightly, and the god of death didn't know what it meant.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian saw that the god of death responded and did not speak, pursed his lips, and did not intend to say anything to the god of death, and immediately prepared to go back to the place where Dai Qi was.

At this time, Dai Qijian Fan Qingtian, who had been staying on the stone tablet of Sudden Realm, hadn't come back for so long, his green eyes felt a little worried, and there was so much movement in the forest just now, and now the forest is quiet It's too weird.

"Hmph, I'm not worried that Fan Qingtian went to look for her, I just went to see if she's dead or not." He spit out this sentence very unhappily, and immediately flapped his wings and flew towards the place where Fan Qingtian was. past.

The figure was as fast as a shooting star, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the place where Fan Qingtian was.

Immediately after staying for seven, he saw the figures of Death God and Fan Qingtian.

Seeing the Grim Reaper, Dazed Seven became furious, and immediately landed on Fan Qingtian's shoulders, his green eyes stared fiercely at the Grim Reaper and said, "Grim Reaper, what are you doing here, I don't want to die. I will accompany you!"

His eyes lightly fell on Dai Qi's body, and the god of death quickly withdrew his gaze from looking at Dai Qi again.

"Why did you come here? Didn't you be told to stay inside the barrier?" Seeing that Daiqi had come, Fan Qingtian raised his brows lightly and said to Daiqi.

This sudden situation is full of dangers, and Fan Qingtian can't take Dai Qi out of the enchantment in order to cultivate. Besides, Dai Qi's current strength has been sealed, Fan Qingtian is also afraid that what will happen to Dai Qi at that time, she can't save Dai Qi Seven, when the time comes, it will really be over for the two of them.

(End of this chapter)