The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1739 Crack!
I saw that the person in the black brocade robe was shattered inch by inch, as if falling into pieces like a mirror.

There was nothing left of that face, and I couldn't see what it looked like at all.

Feng Canglan's complexion suddenly changed, and he looked sideways at the crimson figure lying horizontally.

"Snapped!"

"Crack wipe!"

There was an exception-like shattering sound, and the moment Feng Canglan cast his gaze, the crimson figure instantly shattered into countless pieces of lenses and fell off.

Feng Canglan's eyes magnified, and the cold air swept across them.

The mirror fragments fell down, and suddenly turned into transparent butterflies dancing in the rain of flowers in mid-air.

Feng Canglan focused his gaze, turned around and looked at the black figure, and saw that cracked figure cracked like a crimson figure with a "snap".

Hostility crept up to the brows, and Feng Canglan's bloodthirsty aura lingered all over his body, "You bastard!"

Almost!
Just a little bit!

She saw what the person who sacrificed blood to the common people looked like!
This is the afterimage recorded by the Subduing Demon Pestle, there shouldn't be a picture crash!

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and the peach forest, the rain of flowers and the fluttering of butterflies, seemed to be a painting.

The moment the sound sounded, it was shattered to pieces.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and the surroundings have changed drastically.

There is no flower rain, and there is no peach grove that is as beautiful as a fairyland.

There is only darkness, and blood energy that cannot be dissipated in the sky, as well as soaring hatred and resentment.

These come from the creatures of the Three Realms who were sacrificed by blood!

Standing in the air surrounded by blood, the hoarse sounds of begging for mercy, pain, and wailing kept pouring into his ears.

Frames of bloody, cruel, depressing images kept flashing in my mind.

Feng Canglan's heart was dull, and Qiu Shui's eyes were full of repressed hostility.

Those who sacrifice blood to the common people must not be let go!
She can't control what happened before, but he still lives in the time period under her control!

Then absolutely not!

Feng Canglan's bloody eyes swept across the dark surroundings, his cold eyes suddenly stopped, and his eyes stared in one direction like a torch.

That is……

Feng Canglan's eyes flashed coldly, looking at a group of figures floating on the ground with their toes three inches above the ground.

It is completely translucent, and resentment abounds wherever it passes.

They are no longer living beings, they are all the bodies of the undead after being sacrificed.

Then here is...

Feng Canglan looked around, and the surroundings were extremely familiar.

This is where she stayed for a while, Moyu.

No!To be precise, this is not the Demon Realm, but the inside of the Subduing Demon Pestle!
The person who sacrificed blood will suppress the undead from the three worlds who will become sacrifices here!
Those who died due to the art of blood sacrifice cannot be reincarnated.

After they were forced to sacrifice blood, they were squeezed out of their last value.

Even if it's dead, don't let it go.

Let them exist in the subduing magic pestle, infinite reincarnation, and immortality.

Use this to seal the Subduing Demon Pestle!

Thinking of this, Feng Canglan burst into his chest with anger.

Simply utterly disgusting!
Not only to kill them, but also to squeeze the last trace of value.

All the beings in the three realms cursed just now, and all the things the blood sacrificer asked for could not be fulfilled.

He was sent to seal and suppress the Subduing Demon Pestle!
Feng Canglan's empty body floated down, following the group of undead.

The undead of the blood sacrifice appeared in the demon pestle.

In this way, it seems that it is more likely that the person she speculated about the blood sacrifice and the sealed person may be the same person.

The person who sacrificed blood is the person who is sealed.

Feng Canglansen's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of sternness flashed across them, so it would be much easier to handle.

Save her an extra trip.

Feng Canglan followed behind the undead army, and the image of heaven's punishment falling suddenly flashed in his mind, and his eyes were filled with gloom...

(End of this chapter)