The evil concubine who confuses the world, the spirit master who defies the sky

Chapter 136

Every time Ji Yehuan said something, Qian Limo's eyes darkened.

In the end, he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Alan will never forget Ben Gong! He will hate me to the bone, but he will never forget me!"

Ji Yehuan said lightly: "Why do you hate you? You are just a passer-by in his life, nothing, close, important, and important."

it doesn't matter...

it doesn't matter...

In order not to let him leave, he tried everything, but in the end it didn't matter to him? !
His pupils were gradually filled with crimson blood, Qian Limo's face was ferocious, and even the ghostly face on his face became more terrifying.

"Impossible! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"Alan, come out! Come out for me!"

The berserk spiritual power suddenly burst out from Qian Limo's body, and it shot out like magma. Even Ji Mingwu felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, almost suffocating.

Not to mention other spiritual masters with lower strength?

"Stinky boy, get out of the way!" Seeing that Ji Yehuan was still standing still, Ji Mingwu's eyes were tearing apart, and he wanted to pounce on him without even thinking about it.

But he was held back by the third and fourth graders behind him.

"Patriarch, my son said, I told you...don't go to die...just watch." The third day of junior high school repeated what Ji Yehuan said when he came to the front yard.

The fourth day nodded.

They didn't know why they listened to Ji Yehuan's words, so they did so subconsciously.

Ji Mingwu was very anxious, but when he saw the young man's calm face, he calmed down strangely.

Ji Yehuan scratched the tip of her index finger with a finger, and a smear of blood overflowed from her fingertip. She quickly drew a circle in front of her, and tapped lightly in the center of the circle with her bloody fingertip.

"Gather."

The imposing pressure without substance poured into the center of the circle crazily, impacting on the little bloody dot, which gradually faded and disappeared soon.

The mountain that was pressing on him suddenly disappeared, and the other people in the house suddenly felt their bodies loosen. Before they had time to observe what happened, they heard a loud shout: "Get out!"

It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly hit his side, shaking people's chests with qi and blood, and many low-level spiritual masters who were watching in the distance vomited blood.

Qian Limo held a three-foot-long knife in his hand, and there was a faint flash of lightning on the knife, and he slashed at Ji Yehuan frantically!

With the sound of 'stab', a long and narrow slit was split in the sky above the Ji Mansion, and the pressure was extremely terrifying.

Ji Yehuan's expression remained unchanged, and he quickly grabbed the long whip, and the blue fire rose quickly, hitting the spiritual long knife head-on.

At the same time, he gave a low shout: "Break!"

The long knife and the long whip collided in mid-air, and invisible ripples swayed. Wherever they passed, the flowers and plants disappeared silently and turned into powder.

Ji Mingwu and several spirit sects opened the protective cover as quickly as possible to avoid the consequences of the destruction of Ji's mansion.

Ji Yehuan's face turned pale slightly. The blow just now had exhausted her hastily replenished mental strength, but it didn't have a good effect on Qian Limo.

"You're very good." Qian Limo wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his thin lips were even more coquettish and ghostly due to the blood staining.

He raised the long knife again, spiritual power swarmed in, and more intense lightning lingered around the entire blade.

"So, how do you plan to stop the next blow?"

Before the attack came, the piercing aura had already made people tremble, and they couldn't resist at all.

Obviously, Qian Limo was ready to kill with one blow.

Ji Yehuan took out a jade bottle from his bosom, lifted the cap, and poured out the contents.

It was a drop of blood, surrounded by a faint golden light, revealing the vicissitudes of life.

With the blood drop as the center, Ji Yehuan slowly drew a seven-star map.

She is not strong enough now, and only with the help of formations can she exert some of the effects of her words.

When Ji Yehuan was drawing the array, Xiao Huomiao's body swelled up, and the flames rose rapidly. He controlled the long whip and rushed towards Qian Limo.

Qian Limo didn't know what was special about Little Huomiao, until his spiritual power was burnt by the light blue flame, he wrestled with Little Huomiao with a dignified expression.

Ji Yehuan drew very slowly, but every time she drew a stroke, the momentum of the seven star map increased by one point.

As the mid-air formation became more and more perfect, Qian Limo was startled by a strong sense of crisis.

But Little Huomiao restrained his hands and feet, and Qian Limo couldn't get rid of it no matter what. Angry and anxious, he heard a young and shallow word: "Feng."

A ray of golden light suddenly lit up from the seven-star chart, the golden light was dazzling, directly covering Qian Limo's whole body, and projected a light golden seven-star pattern on his body.

Qian Limo was shocked to find that the long knife with condensed spiritual power dissipated little by little in his hand, and the move he was about to make was forcibly terminated, and the strong backlash he received made his throat sweet.

This is definitely not an ability that people in such a small place can possess!

Finally, the formation was barely finished, and Ji Yehuan's face turned as pale as paper.

There was a strong smell of rust in the throat, and the internal organs seemed to be crushed, and there were bursts of tingling in my mind.

The body swayed, and Shi Qi, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward, but was preempted by someone.

Ji Mingwu helped Ji Yehuan sit down on the chair next to him, and said anxiously, "Stinky boy, how are you?"

After the eruption, the little flame jumped to her side listlessly, looking listless.

Ji Yehuan closed his eyes tiredly, suppressed the smell in his throat, and said lightly, "I can't die, hurry up..."

(End of this chapter)