The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1767 What are you doing! ?

Two voices sounded at the same time, one was puzzled, and the other was suddenly alarmed.

Feng Canglan ignored it, and controlled the divine power that wrapped Yunya to seep into her soul little by little, using the soul search technique to check her memory.

"Ling'er, what are you doing!?"

Yun Ya was puzzled, and Zong Zhengyu was surrounded by black energy, looking ready to go.

The magic energy spread around and completely enveloped the three of them.

Even if Yunya was lucky enough to break free from the shackles of Feng Canglan's divine power, it would be difficult to escape from Zong Zhengyu's control.

Focusing on Yunya, Feng Canglan cast a glance at the enchantment-like demonic energy around him, frowned slightly, and quickly searched Yunya's soul with his fingertips trembling with divine power.

In the snow-capped surroundings, the three stood out in the snow.

The drifting snow had formed frost on the heads of the three of them, only Feng Canglan's black hair could clearly see it.

"Aya'er?"

Yun Ya changed her voice again, "What are you doing?"

"You'll know in a while."

After leaving these words, Feng Canglan didn't say a word and concentrated on it.

Sou Yunya's spirit is also his memory.

The line of sight and angle of seeing things is Yunya's visual angle.

Originally, it should be absolutely no problem to witness it with my own eyes in the subduing magic pestle.

However, for some reason, she suddenly had a feeling that this was definitely not the case.

Perhaps, I have experienced too many things, one second of heaven and one second of hell.

This time she decided to use the method of soul searching to obtain information about this matter from Yunya's mind.

The magic pestle devours the attacker's spells and uses force to strike. It should be the last line of defense. Those who are lower than the magic pestle will be devoured and their souls will be scattered.

Those who are low will die, and those who are high will die.

However, she had lingering fears after repeated failures before.

So this time, I decided to try double insurance.

Even though, the afterimage in the subduing magic pestle cannot be fake.

but……

Feng Canglan thought of something, his cold eyes half-closed, and a chill flashed across his body.

It's not impossible to have a fake. At that time, there was an accident that shouldn't have happened in the subduing magic pestle.

Or, even the possibility of getting involved in the Demon Pestle is in the plan of the sealed person...

Thinking of all the impossibilities before becoming possible, I suddenly felt that nothing was impossible in the three realms.

The thinking of the person who set up the seal is completely impossible to speculate with the thinking of ordinary people.

Her gaze slowly focused on Yun Ya's face with a bewildered expression.

After getting along with Yunya for a while, it was not like that on the surface.

As for whether the true face is like this, it will only be known after the search.

The moment she saw Yunya's face from the subduing magic pestle, she was shocked, even unbelievable.

But in the end I believed it.

Now, he is also seeking proof in his own way.

After all, the crime of blood sacrifice to common people is too great.

The divine power continued to search the depths of Yunya's soul, and Zong Zhengyu stood in the back half step to protect the dharma, with the colorless divine power wrapped in devilish energy.

"Lan'er."

Zong Zhengyu's voice suddenly sounded, Feng Canglan's staring eyes paused, and he turned to the past.

Zong Zhengyu, who was half a step behind, pressed his eyebrows slightly, his face serious, "Although I don't know what your purpose is, but be careful."

He reminded in a low voice, his deep black eyes filled with seriousness.

Feng Canglan's face was slightly condensed, and he nodded solemnly, "Definitely."

After she finished speaking, she was about to look away, Zong Zhengyu called urgently, "Lan'er!"

Feng Canglan turned his brows halfway to the side, frowning slightly, waiting for the other person to continue talking.

Zong Zhengyu's brows and eyes were soft, "Don't worry, everything is up to me."

The moment his voice fell, a wave of devilish energy quietly seeped in...

(End of this chapter)