The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1789 This is...back in time!

Ling Lie's voice continued to spread in the cold wind, sacred and undeniable.

There was a cold scolding sound.

The falling white snow moved up slowly, and Su Linggong's palm on Yunya's back suffered force majeure and slowly retreated.

The fluttering bird in mid-air moved back strangely.

The beings of the three realms stared at this unnatural scene with dumbfounded expressions.

Everything is going backwards.

The snow that was rolled up and fell, rose again, and fell back to the original slight stagnation.

The immortals watched this scene in disbelief, their mouths half-opened, their shock beyond words.

"This……"

"This is... time back!"

A fairy screamed out.

People of all races stared intently at the retreating things.

Feng Canglan, the daughter of Fuxi's ancient god, has the power to defy the sky, and everyone in the three realms knows it.

Time spell, the power to control time.

Such a sentence is difficult to accurately experience with one-sided words.

But it is also conceivable that it is a heaven-defying technique.

As time goes by, the laws of heaven are irreversible.

Feng Canglan's control of time magic is equivalent to possessing the power against the sky.

It's not literally against the sky, but you can go back to the past and peep into the future.

Time goes by, life is impermanent, but there is no chance to come back.

However, she can.

She can go back to the past, change history, and thus change the future.

Today I saw the time flow backwards, and I was slightly shocked by it.

I have seen time stand still, but I can't fully understand it, that is, freezing time is similar to the visual effect of an object.

And now, it's literally turning back time.

Reverse time.

The people who were shocked again couldn't calm down for a long time.

The Dragon Clan slowly pushed away to distance themselves from Yun Ya, time was still running backwards.

Her purpose is more than that!

But...

Zong Zhengyu's black phoenix eyes stared at the subduing magic pestle.

Lan'er's purpose is to go back to the time when the enchantment of the subduing magic pestle has not yet fallen.

Zong Zhengyu understood Feng Canglan's intention, and Su Ling also understood her purpose.

"Feng Canglan!"

Watching the restarted seal gradually rise, Su Ling's eyes were full of hatred, and he howled helplessly.

Facing the roar from behind, Feng Canglan didn't turn his head back, and let out a cold and sly smile, "You copied my few tricks, and you really think you can step me on the ground?"

"Su Ling."

"I said before, I can support you by flipping my hands, and I can destroy you by flipping my hands."

"I also said that you can stop here and let go of the previous things for a while, but if you continue to make trouble..."

Feng Canglan's eyes were closed, and the divinity spread all over his body, making people unable to help but bend their backs, giving birth to the heart of worship and kneel.

"You don't think I forgot what you did?"

"Murdering to dig out hearts, stealing artifacts and severely injuring the ancient god Fuxi, leading to his downfall."

"I remember it clearly."

The time flow stopped, and Su Ling's face was full of madness and ferocious, "So what!"

"You killed me!"

"You killed me to avenge them!"

Her roaring voice suddenly softened, with a mocking smile, "Can you kill me?"

"You can't kill me!"

"Feng Canglan! You can't kill me!"

"Hahaha."

Su Ling laughed to the sky, with tears in the corners of her eyes, "Why?"

"Why is that."

"He obviously promised to be with me, why did he say to separate again?"

"for……"

A black air flowed in Su Ling's eyes, and the eyes were gradually swallowed by the blackness, the devilish energy erupted, and the black mist enveloped the whole body.

Sensing the strangeness behind him, Feng Canglan pushed hard, and the blood that was sent into the Demon Subduing Pestle was instantly swallowed by the demonic energy...

(End of this chapter)