The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1225 Zong Zhengyu, I Curse You!You can't get what you ask for!

The fictional world has not been completely shattered, as long as the blood sacrifice is completed before it is shattered, the law of heaven will not be able to stop the resurrection!
Bloody light and black air linger, treacherous and bloody.

"Do not……"

"don't want--"

The human world, the upper world, the demon domain, and places where there are living beings are all shrouded in blood and blood.

The blood energy and vitality in their bodies continuously turned into red light and gushed out.

Pain and wailing can be heard everywhere.

As the blood was continuously drawn away, they fell to the ground weakly, their bodies gradually shriveled.

It's like the blood on your body is being sucked dry little by little.

Thin and haggard, with sunken eye sockets and protruding eyeballs.

One fell, and another followed.

Withered bodies all over the place, wailing and wailing resounded everywhere.

The Three Realms were reduced to purgatory.

"The Blood Sacrifice has finally arrived after so many years."

Zong Zhengyu was hanging in the air, his ink hair was flying, and his dark red brocade robe was flying.

The demonic energy lingering around him proved that he had completely transformed into a demon.

The temporary demon god, the loss of life, and the catastrophe of the Three Realms.

All of this is being tested.

The red light of blood energy coming from all directions gathered in Zong Zhengyu's palm, and the immortals had already fallen down, but the blood energy was still surging out.

If you don't squeeze out the last ray of vitality, it's not the end.

"Zong Zhengyu——"

Drained of vitality, the immortal family who fell to the ground looked haggard, as if it would disappear into the world at any moment.

"You become a demon by deification, and the law of heaven will punish you!"

"Slaughter the common people, go against the sky! No good death!"

"I don't need a good death." Zong Zhengyu looked down, his long and narrow phoenix eyes glowing with blood and hostility, "I only want Lan'er!"

"Since Lan'er is sacrificed to protect your gods, then you can exchange her with a blood sacrifice."

The quiet voice is full of resistance, and it is obviously calm but it makes people feel chills down the spine, giving birth to extreme fear.

The demon god descended, creating the world for the first time.

"Zong Zhengyu! I curse you with the creatures of all worlds!"

"Whatever you ask for, you can't get!"

"Click."

A crisp sound resounded suddenly, and the cursed fairy turned his head to one side, and fell silent.

There was no pain on the cheekbone-protruding face, so fast that he didn't feel the pain at all.

The other immortals were shocked by this scene and their hearts stopped, as if falling into an ice cellar.

Either way, they were all doomed.

Jun Shiyu stared at the blood energy that was constantly gathering in Zong Zhengyu's hands with foxy eyes, and didn't care about anything else.

In my heart, there is only the vitality of the common people who resurrected Feng Canglan.

"Crench!"

An ear-piercing sound of mechanical friction sounded, especially clear in the silent surroundings.

Everyone was staring at the mass of blood that was getting bigger and bigger, but no one looked at it at all.

A figure stopped and walked towards this side. Every two steps, there was a harsh creaking sound, and the limbs were stiff. It was Jun Shiyu who created the puppet to carry the soul for the resurrection of Feng Canglan.

"Shi, Shi Yu, Husband... Husband."

Intermittent voices sounded, and Jun Shiyu suddenly looked back.

Zong Zhengyu also followed the prestige to look, and the moment he saw it, his phoenix eyes were dark.

Jun Shiyu stared blankly, "Lanlan!?"

"Husband... Shi Yu's husband."

The puppet walked with difficulty, his body was a little damaged, "I'm Lanlan..."

Feng Canglan has the same face, the same voice, the same body shape, and now he even has the same mind.

Can't tell the truth from the fake.

"I am Jun Shiyu's wife, Feng Canglan." The puppet kept repeating this sentence as if it had been given a command.

When she was just a soulless puppet piled up by spells, Jun Shiyu regarded her as Feng Canglan and expressed his love every day.

The strong love gave birth to the puppet's wisdom, and he thought he was Feng Canglan.

"Yes..." Just as Jun Shiyu's trembling voice sounded, a loud noise exploded in front of him, "Boom—"

(End of this chapter)