The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 570

The ethereal voice resounded all over the sky, and the power behind it was shocking!

"joke!"

A sharp reprimand swung away, and the black mist swung away instantly.

The gloomy and dark Qiongcanglou instantly brightened.

Xiangling narrowed her almond eyes slightly, watching the black figure hanging high in the sky.

The scorching summer sun shone on his back, standing against the light.

"The Holy King of the sky."

Xiangling paused every word, staring at the hanging person with burning eyes.

Feng Canglan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.

The eyes fell on Xiang Ling's body, and the bloodthirsty pupils paused.

The face under the mask raised a smile, full of bloody smile.

She moved her feet and walked down step by step.

Obviously there is no way under her feet, but it is like walking stairs, giving people the feeling that there are transparent stairs under her feet.

Looking at the person who stepped down from the height, Xiang Ling's pupils darkened.

Here, those who can reach this level can be counted on one hand.

This Heavenly King is indeed powerful.

But, it's only here!

The crowd who ran away were already too scared to make a sound.

Hanging high in the air, walking down step by step without anything.

This requires the support of strong internal force, as well as the perfect control of internal force!
This is a scene that I have heard about in rumors, but I didn't expect them to see it with their own eyes at this very moment today!
Lord of the sky!

Mysterious and powerful, the heavenly sage who has never appeared before, and no one has seen it!

"Whoever I am, I dare to do bloodbath on Qiongcanglou."

"So it is, old acquaintance."

Xiang Ling, it turned out to be her.

It never occurred to them that Xiang Ling was among the people who had been trying to kill her and annexed Qiongcanglou.

Made her stupid for many years.

If the annexation of the Qiongcang Tower fails, all the current personnel of the Qiongcang Tower will be killed in a bloodbath.

It turned out that they were all Xiang Ling!

She said, why did she feel that Xiang Ling's technique and posture were so familiar during the three-nation friendship competition in the Moon Night Kingdom.

It turned out that he was the master of chasing the sun in the sky, the one who shot in the back several times.

That's right, old acquaintance.

Xiangling narrowed her almond eyes and smiled slightly, facing the emperor of the sky still calmly, "It is indeed an old acquaintance."

"I didn't expect that the Holy King Qiongcang is not alive yet."

"I thought that Qiongcang Shengjun had died a few years ago, otherwise how could Qiongcang Tower not show up after being washed twice in blood."

The two, one white and one black, stand opposite each other.

The sun shone on the two of them, casting long reflections.

"It seems that Qiongcang Shengjun doesn't care much about Qiongcang Tower."

A smile appeared under Feng Canglan's mask, and instead of answering, he asked, "You are here."

"Then, Jun Shiyu, the crown prince of Tianyang Kingdom, must be nearby."

Xiang Ling's face was slightly stiff, and her eyes focused on the person in black and brocade robes in front of her, "You know me?"

If he can accurately say that Jun Shiyu, the crown prince of Tianyang Kingdom, is here, he must know the relationship between the two!
He, knows her identity.

"I've said it all, I'm an old acquaintance." Those who are familiar can't be more familiar.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

Xiangling was the one who made her stupid, and Xiangling was the one who washed the Qiongcang Tower with blood. Xiangling turned out to be the user of chasing the sun in the sky.

"Fate is beyond words."

Six words, everything is said.

However, Xiang Ling became more and more confused the more she listened.

At the same time of doubt, a strange sense of familiarity welled up in my heart, and I was eager to uncover the mask, wanting to see the true face under the mask.

There is a feeling that she knows the emperor of the sky!

"Fate is indeed wonderful."

A cool and gloomy voice came from the main hall.

Feng Canglan followed the prestige, and saw a black umbrella stretched open in the main hall, slowly lifted up.

The lower body of a black brocade robe broke into sight, and as the black umbrella moved up, Feng Canglan's sight followed.

The black umbrella is propped above the head, and the face is exposed.

Sick and pale, the skin without the slightest color was exposed, under the slender eyelashes, those fox eyes shone with unknown meaning.

There is a slight smile on the gray lips, giving people a feeling of creepiness and scalp bursting.

The black umbrella covers the sun, and the whole person is ghostly and sinister against the dark light.

"I didn't expect that today, many years later, I would still be able to see the Holy King Qiongcang again."

"I vaguely remember that the last time I met Shengjun, it seemed to be in the sky prison of Xingyun Kingdom?"

His cold voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, with an inexplicable chill.

Feng Canglan's brows were as cold as ice, and his eyes were covered with frost.

fate!

Great fate!
She really didn't expect that after she was fooled by Jun Shiyu and recovered, she would have a good impression of him!

Xiangling is Jun Shiyu's person and obeys him in everything.

All of this came from Jun Shiyu's order!
Jun Shiyu was poisoned and became stupid, and he poisoned him again on the wedding day when he married Zong Zhengyu.

The two toxins collided, and she regained her sanity.

Should she thank Jun Shiyu for poisoning him a second time?

Otherwise, she may never be able to recover!
"I never thought of it." There is such a "fate."

"Meeting is fate, how about the Holy King gifting the Qiongcang Tower to this hall?" Jun Shiyu's voice was long, and the face under the black umbrella became more and more gloomy.

Feng Canglan's face under the mask raised a bright smile, "Okay."

Her quick response made Xiangling stunned for a moment, and Jun Shiyu's eyes froze slightly because of her abnormal behavior.

"If you leave your life here, how about I give the Qiongcang Tower to His Highness?"

An afterimage flashed by, and Feng Canglan stood behind Jun Shiyu.

His back was slightly stiff, and a ghostly smile appeared on his sickly pale face, "Okay, it's fine if Shengjun can stay."

As the audition sounded, the afterimage was almost dazzling.

Feng Canglan Qiushui narrowed her eyes deeply.

It was unexpected to her that the people who bloodbathed Qiongcang Tower were from Xiangling.

Xiang Ling's skills are strange and weird, she can't figure out the way at all, and has suffered countless losses in his hands.

It's hard to tell the outcome, so we can only start with Jun Shiyu.

Xiangling loves Jun Shiyu like crazy.

If Jun Shiyu can't be used as a threat, I'm afraid it will be difficult to die today.

Thousands of figures passed before her eyes, and the blood red color in her bloodshot eyes gradually faded away.

He took out a jade flute from his lower back, put it near his mouth and played it with his eyes closed.

Notes floated out from the flute, and no one moved wherever it went. With the sound of the flute, the surrounding colors slowly faded and everything turned gray and white.

A bamboo leaf fell from the branch, and the music with internal force blew by, the bamboo leaf was split into two by the sword.

"brush!"

"Swipe!"

A group of people who couldn't move were torn from flesh and blood spattered all around.

"what!"

"what--"

The roaring sound was horrific and permeating.

After a while, it completely disappeared, and the original quietness was restored.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the closed eyes opened. Jun Shiyu stood in place holding an umbrella, without a single scar on his body.

Feng Canglan's heart tightened, and the tune suddenly changed, hiding murderous intent and sharpness.

Xiang Ling's almond eyes were filled with murderous aura, and she swung her immobilized hand vigorously!
The grey-white world regained its color, and the waves of wind and waves moved back shockingly.

Stabilize his figure and wipe away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Trying an ax in class, you can't control yourself!"

As her voice sounded, Feng Canglan only felt that the surroundings turned gray and white again, and the surrounding scenery turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated.

Feng Canglan's eyes flickered with astonishment, what kind of exercise is this... She has never seen it before.

Black and white gradually spread, and everything that became black and white disappeared.

Seeing the black and white spread to his feet, Feng Canglan's pupils trembled!
Is it visual deception, or is it true that these things disappear, if it is true...

"In the future, there will be no Heavenly King in this Shangluo Continent." Xiang Ling's eyes were arrogant, and the smile in her eyes was confident.

Looking at the feet that spread and turned into black and white, Feng Canglan's blood flowed backwards——

(End of this chapter)