The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1760 You Should Understand Space Collapse, You Can Go Back Without Space Illusion
The cold voice was cold and sharp, not giving the other side any possibility of fantasy.

This has happened once in the space before, and now it is happening again, is it interesting?

Regarding her voice, Yun Ya, who was sitting with Xiang Ling on the opposite side, seemed not to hear her, her clear voice coaxed softly, "Ling'er, I will protect you well in the future."

"Good idea, she's dead."

"Yunya!" Feng Canglan's sharp voice seemed to be able to pierce all falsehoods, "How long do you want to deceive yourself and others?"

"Space collapses, you should understand that everything cannot be returned by using space magic to make an illusion."

"In the end, you're still addicted to it!"

On the opposite side, Yun Ya hugged Xiangling horizontally, turned and left.

Feng Canglan's face darkened, and he teleported away to stop him.

At the moment of blocking the grab, the hand turned transparent and passed through Yunya's body.

Seeing this scene, Feng Canglan's pupils dimmed, and he watched Yunya leave with Xiangling in his arms.

"This is the space built by Yun Ya, anyone who breaks into it will be directly nihilized."

"This is the protection mechanism created by the space in order not to be disturbed." Also, Yun Ya resists all awakened protection.

Zong Zhengyu spoke in an orderly manner, then looked at Feng Canglan half-asked, "The person you want to bring me to find is... Yunya?"

"Correct."

Feng Canglan nodded, looked at the figure that had long since disappeared and said slowly, "He is the key to unlock the Demon Subduing Pestle."

Isn't it the key to sacrifice blood to the common people and seal the demon pestle?
"The key?" Zong Zhengyu frowned slightly.

Feng Canglan glanced at him, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, "What? How did you get injured?"

Zong Zhengyu's fingertips froze, and a wave of emotion melted in his eyes.

He twirled the sandalwood Buddha beads with his back-up hands, and his eyelids were half-drawn to hide the emotions in the phoenix pupils.

"You know that I'm not in the safe room, but went to the sea of ​​infinity to meet the subduing magic pestle, right?"

Following the voice from the opposite side, Zong Zhengyu's chiseled face tightened, and he moved the beads faster.

Seeing that the other side didn't speak, Feng Canglan chuckled, "Fortunately, you withdrew in time, but you were still beaten back by the Demon Subduing Pestle."

"I was in the same situation at the time, and I was hit by the magic pestle."

"However, it was a blessing in disguise."

She looked ahead, with a faint smile on her face, "I was involved in the afterimage recorded by the subordinating pestle."

"I saw the Three Realms before the fault."

"I saw the creatures of the three realms who were sacrificed by blood, and I also saw the appearance of the person who sealed the subduing magic pestle and sacrificed blood to the common people."

After the words fell, Feng Canglan did not make a sound.

There was silence on the cliff, not even the sound of insects and birds chirping in the wind.

The two stood side by side, Feng Canglan looked at him sideways, "Why don't you ask the blood sacrifice to the common people, who is the one who sealed the demon pestle?"

"Aren't you curious? Not surprised? Don't want to know?"

"No." Zong Zhengyu raised his eyelids with a look of shock, "I want to know."

"I was too shocked for a moment, and I didn't react."

Zong Zhengyu stopped turning the beads, pinched the sandalwood beads bracelet engraved with Sanskrit, and asked, "Then, who is the one who sacrificed blood to the common people and sealed the magic pestle?"

His voice was deep, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or something, and he couldn't peek at his emotions.

Feng Canglan stared at her, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

"You don't seem happy."

She narrowed her eyes coldly, and her voice sank two points, "Are you still thinking about stopping it?"

Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice sounded slowly, "I'm indeed unhappy, but I promised Lan'er that I won't stop it later, so I definitely won't."

Feng Canglan closed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I saw blood sacrifices to the common people in the Jiangmo pestle..."

(End of this chapter)