The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 790 Let Ben Emperor Guess When You Will Come

Feng Moyi bowed her head, her face was full of respect, and a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

On the position symbolizing supreme power, Shi Yu slowly opened his eyelids, dark pupils appeared, calm and cold as if his eyes were covered with a layer of frost.

In the huge hall, the two sat and stood one by one.

No one spoke, there was silence.

As time passed, before she was exempted, the smile on the corner of Feng Moyi's mouth gradually dissipated, and her brows gradually raised.

There was no sound from the other side, she glanced up from the corner of her eye, and just as she turned her eyes, a cold and thin voice sounded from above, "Men."

Bai Moyi heaved a sigh of relief and looked up, only to see Shi Yu sitting on the Panlong Chair with an expressionless face and dark pupils like a bottomless abyss.

Against the morbid and pale backdrop, it makes one's scalp numb and shudders.

Feng Moyi glanced at it and quickly lowered her head, "Heavenly Emperor, Feng Canglan reopened the Demon Realm, causing the demon soldiers to slaughter the human world, causing the human world to be devastated."

"She should be taken to the third heaven and severely punished! Warn the three realms! Deter the demons!"

Her voice is sonorous and powerful, and her bite is clear.

She heard the request of those immortals outside just now.

Feng Canglan reopened the Demon Realm and released the Demon Realm!The harmed human world is invaded by the demon domain, such a crime deserves to be punished!
But... in the end, the Emperor of Heaven didn't give a clear answer!
Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor still can't let go of Feng Canglan?
impossible!
She witnessed the Emperor of Heaven digging his heart out in the Demon Realm, and now he is heartless and desireless, it is impossible for him to have any emotion for Feng Canglan!

But...there are always variables in the world. The doom arranged in the lower world was that she would keep up with the gods, but in the end she turned into the current appearance.

Don't be afraid of accidents, just in case.

Avoid long nights and dreams, the sooner Feng Canglan can be removed, the better.

Now her power to control time has not been achieved, and Buddha Ji Ye has only one soul left.

As long as the power of the entire Celestial Clan is gathered, Feng Canglan will definitely be strangled!Let his soul fly away!

After the words fell, there was silence in the hall.

Shi Yu lightly tapped his fingertips on the Panlong chair, and the dark pupils watched silently without saying a word.

The blue veins on the back of the hands were clearly visible under the sickly pale skin, and the whole person looked like a person who had been ill for a long time, with a sense of gloom.

"Are you directing the emperor to do something?"

A cold voice sounded slowly, and Feng Moyi's face changed drastically, "The Emperor of Heaven made atonement, and the servant girl has no such intention."

"The servant girl thinks that because of Feng Canglan, the demons are rampant in the Three Realms and the turmoil should be beheaded to show the public, as a warning to others."

Shi Yu's tapping fingers paused slightly, and his eyes flicked to her, "My emperor, I don't like other people's guidance."

A few gentle words, like a huge mountain pressing down, Feng Moyi couldn't breathe under the pressure.

Her face was pale, her breath was short of breath, and dense sweat was faintly visible on her forehead, "Girlma Chaoyue, please make amends to the Emperor of Heaven."

"Go back."

Hearing the order, Feng Moyi gritted her teeth, raised her eyelashes to hide her reluctance and said respectfully, "Yes."

Feng Moyi left, and Shi Yu was the only one left in the hall.

He looked at the empty space, his fox eyes narrowed slightly, his face was still as cold as frost.

The hand that was beating on the Panlong chair retracted and stood up, and stood up with his hands behind his back, "Let me guess when you will come."

Galaxy Continent
The Demon Realm has reopened, and the Demon Race that has been trapped for many years is like a runaway wild horse.

Wherever he went, blood flowed like rivers, and there was no soul.

The first team of Yumo Yu Yunya has been fighting against the demons for nine days.

The demons killed one crop after another, continuously, killing more and more.

On the other hand, the team suffered heavy losses, and after nine days and nine nights of fighting, they were already exhausted but still stood firm.

Behind them are ordinary people without spiritual power, old and young, women and children.

Once retreating, these people must be the dishes of the demons.

"Master, going on like this is not an option!"

"The magic soldiers are endless, and they can't be killed!"

"Master, more than half of our people were killed or injured, the loss was heavy, and the rest of us were exhausted."

"Master, think of a way!"

Everyone cast their eyes on Yunya, treating him as a spiritual pillar, a life-saving straw.

With a wave of Yun Yaning's hand, a murderous demon was frozen in place, "How?"

"Yeah! These magic soldiers can't kill them at all!"

"If this continues, our entire army will be wiped out!"

The demons are immortal, even if they are killed and turned into clouds, they will condense again in the next second.

Can't kill at all!

Yunya raised her eyebrows, Huada in white was not stained with a single trace of blood, even in the bloody battle, she was still Bai Wuxia.

Lavender pupils flitted around, and his white eyelashes drooped.

There are very few records about the demons, let alone the elimination of the demons.

The way to exterminate the demon clan is probably only... God Buddha Ji Ye knows.

"Just hold on!"

With Yun Ya's order, those demon soldiers miraculously retreated, as if they were summoned.

All the people who were fighting backed up and stood with Yunya, and saw the demons all over the sky and plains leaving in unison.

In the dark, Su Lin shook his folding fan lightly, looked at the scene of corpses strewn all over the place and shook his head.

"Thousands of years ago, there are still a few things that can be seen."

He waved his folding fan and disappeared like those demons, leaving corpses all over the ground with blood flowing like a river.

If it weren't for these scenes, everyone would feel that the fighting for nine days and nine nights was just an illusion.

"Yun...Master Yunya, the demons were driven away by us?"

A hoarse and tired voice sounded, just as Yun Ya was about to speak out, a clear and ethereal voice came from all directions, "Killed away?"

The clear voice was mixed with sarcasm, getting further and further away, "Idiots talk about dreams."

The people who had just relaxed became alert instantly, looked around vigilantly, and approached Yunya collectively.

"Master Yunya..."

After nine days and nine nights of fighting, Yunya's lavender pupils were a little red, and he frowned, "First...clean up."

"Yes."

Everyone carried the corpses of their unfortunate companions together to clean up the battlefield.

Yun Ya stood at the back and swept around, looking back and raising her head, her brows raised into small peaks.

I don't know...what's going on with Ling'er.

After the thunder nine days ago, there was no more movement.

"Ah!"

Master's residence, sleeping hall

Feng Canglan coughed, and three thousand blue threads sprinkled on the soft pillow, some of them scattered on his face, and the blue threads formed a net with a sense of mystery, giving people the idea of ​​seeing the real face through the black threads.

She moved her body uncomfortably, and frowned in pain just as she was about to raise her hand.

Sensing the movement, Zong Zhengyu stretched out his sharp hand, pulled the quilt up and lifted it, tucked it under Feng Canglan's chin, and hugged the person and the quilt into his arms.

"But...it's been cold for the past few days?" The magnetic voice was hoarse, with a frosty texture and a smoky smell.

Feng Canglan was shocked, her eyes were not focused, but the expression on her face could still express her mood at this moment.

Especially the hand lying on her waist instantly made her sleepless and woke up immediately.

What is Zong Zhengyu doing!
Nine days!
A whole nine days!Won't you come back?

Immediately, she shrank back abruptly, sucking in pain from too much movement, "Hiss—"

Zong Zhengyu frowned slightly, sat up and stared at Feng Canglan, "What's wrong with Lan'er?"

Feng Canglan's out-of-focus Qiu Shui rolled her eyes, and said angrily, "You still have the nerve to ask?"

(End of this chapter)