The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1842 Soldiers self-destruct?It's too cheap for you!

"boom--"

A loud noise exploded, and people from all walks of life looked intently.

Zong Zhengyu, who had self-destructed, was interrupted.

Feng Canglan slowly retracted his outstretched hand, his red eyes were sharp and sharp, "The soldiers will self-destruct?"

"It's too cheap for you."

Feng Canglan put her hands back together, her eyes were cold and unwavering, "This goddess wants to strip you of your demon life, and make you a complete adult."

"I live in remorse and self-blame all my life, and live for redemption!"

"Want to die?"

"dream!"

Her cold voice continued to spread, and all the tribes around heard the verdict and looked at each other in dismay.

Zong Zhengyu is a demon god, and all of them may not be opponents together.

But if the demon god's fate is stripped away, even if he is a demon god, it will be difficult to make waves.

Live in remorse and self-blame for the rest of your life, and live to redeem your sins!

This is much better than directly dissolving and self-destructing.

When a person dies, he dies, and everything is exposed.

But if he is alive, he must repent and atone forever for the wrong things he has done.

"Goddess Canglan is wise!"

A member of the Fu clan uttered a voice, and everyone from all walks of life and clans were satisfied with the verdict and said, "Goddess Canglan is wise!"

Zong Zhengyu shook his body, bowed his head and said, "I accept the punishment of Goddess Canglan."

"Peel off the fate of the demon god, and turn into a human to redeem."

Feng Canglan raised his hand, and the Demon Subduing Pestle hung in his palm impressively.

She pushed forward with both hands, and the subduing magic pestle slowly moved up with her movements, and finally hung in the air.

With a swipe of Feng Canglan's fingertip, a scratch appeared on the back of Zong Zhengyu's hand.

Bright red blood gush out instantly.

The blood condensed into drops, and flew towards the Subduing Demon Pestle under the midair of Feng Canglan.

People from all walks of life and all races gathered together to supervise Zong Zhengyu's stripping of the demon god's fate.

Drops of blood poured in, and the Demon Subduing Pestle burst into golden light.

The dazzling eyes fell on the boundless abyss, illuminating this place extremely brightly.

A beam of golden light shot down, completely covering the standing Zong Zhengyu.

Feng Canglan controlled the Subduing Demon Pestle and began to strip the Demon God's fate.

I have been looking forward to stripping off the fate of the demon god.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be in this situation in the end.

Stripping off the demon god's fate became a punishment, but it was also the only way to get rid of the military solution.

There is also a solution.

She will give an explanation to the people of the three realms who were sacrificed by blood.

Feng Canglan slowly closed his eyes, concentrating on manipulating the Subduing Demon Pestle to strip the Demon God's fate.

Zong Zhengyu stood under the Demon Subduing Pestle, shrouded in golden light, and supervised by all races in the Three Realms.

As time went by, Zong Zhengyu had a look of ferocious pain on his face.

It was as if the soul had been forcibly stripped, as if the soul had been torn apart.

"Uh……"

Zong Zhengyu groaned in pain and clenched his hands suddenly.

The ink-like phoenix eyes stared at Feng Canglan for a moment.

"Lan'er..."

Zong Zhengyu gritted his teeth and moaned softly, the devilish energy all over his body erupted, it was the body of the devil god who was resisting the stripping.

The deep eyes appear completely black, and the magic pattern between the eyebrows is sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

Apart from Zong Zhengyu's muffled hum, there was no other sound.

People of all ethnic groups stared at the scene of stripping their souls with blazing eyes.

If Zong Zhengyu's demon god fate is stripped away, he will lose the power comparable to the way of heaven.

Don't worry at all, don't be afraid.

They can even dig out all the previous accounts and do a good calculation.

"Lan'er..."

Zong Zhengyu called in a low voice, never leaving Feng Canglan's eyes.

Feng Canglan, who was controlling the Subduing Demon Pestle, frowned, lifted the Subduing Demon Pestle and separated.

"what!"

In the star-studded darkness, the large figure with his back slowly opened his eyes...

(End of this chapter)