The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 876 Damn you!all to die--

"why!"

"Why is this—"

She looked down at An Ran in her arms, her eyes were scarlet as if she was weeping blood, tears rolled down her face, her whole body trembled like chaff, "I just want the safety of my family."

"Why is this little wish taken away!"

"All I want is peace."

Feng Canglan was like a madman, muttering to himself.

The man in the cloak saw this scene with a sinister and bloodthirsty smile under the mask.

Feng Canglan, I can't let you escape this time.

His hand under the cloak moved slightly, and the lightning that stopped in midair crashed down.

"boom--"

Feng Canglan's sorrowful crying stopped abruptly, and the whole person staggered forward, and the moment he fell to the ground, he supported the ground with one hand, and tightly hugged An Ran who was silent in his arms with the other.

A scorching pain spread from her back to her limbs and bones, her aching jaw tightened and she clenched her rear molars tightly, her scarlet eyes slowly lifted.

Like a sleeping lion awakening, more like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

She stared at the group of people in front of her with a sharp and cold gaze, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her tear-stained face, which made people feel cold.

Everyone's scalp was numb and shuddered.

At this time, a voice broke the silence, "Feng Canglan lost his spiritual power and was seriously injured, let's go together! Kill her!"

"Revenge for the dead companion!"

This voice instantly made everyone stand in a line. They waved away the fear in their hearts, raised their arms and shouted mightily, "Revenge!"

"revenge!"

The man in the cloak bowed his head, a hint of sinister flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Just now, the thunder and lightning were summoned using fairy art, with fairy power attached.

Feng Canglan has the vertical and horizontal spiritual spell planted by Ji Ye, under normal circumstances, the lightning damage just now would be transferred to Ji Ye.

And he clearly noticed that the thunder and lightning injuries were not transferred, but were all hit on Feng Canglan's body.

Although I don't know why the vertical and horizontal spiritual skills on Feng Canglan's body disappeared, but... it is obvious that this is more conducive to him killing Feng Canglan.

Without the vertical and horizontal spirit technique to transfer half of the damage, she would definitely die!

Everyone attacked in unison, Feng Canglan slowly put An Ran down in his arms, a tear fell from the eyes and fell on An Ran's face.

She stretched out her hand to wipe away the teardrop, her voice was very gentle, as if she was coaxing a child, "Anran, wait for sister, she will be fine soon."

The attacking people were close at hand, Feng Canglan raised his head suddenly, his ink hair was flying, and a group of attacking people were bounced away one after another.

"You killed An Ran!"

"You! You all have to die!"

The hoarse voice still came from hell, and all the people who were shaken looked at each other, and when they noticed the terrifying murderous aura emanating from it, they all retreated.

After hearing this sentence again, they shook the weapons in their hands, and there was no way out, only to move forward.

"kill--"

With an order, everyone rushed forward.

The red skirt fluttered, the ink hair flew up, and the evil spirit was full of treachery and terror.

Looking at the people attacking from all directions, Feng Canglan raised his hands, and smiled wildly, "Come, all come."

"I will be buried with An Ran."

"If you killed An Ran, go down and be buried with me!"

The smile stopped, her eyes were dark and her reason had already been swallowed by hatred and anger.

A sword with spiritual power stabbed at it, and when it was only an inch away, Feng Canglan clamped the tip of the sword with two fingers, and a bloodthirsty smile curled up on his red lips.

Hold the sword end and dodge, avoiding the attack from behind, and appear behind the person holding the sword in the blink of an eye.

Its speed is as fast as lightning, so fast that it is impossible to react.

The sword that was stabbing at Feng Canglan turned out to be across his neck, his pupils dilated, and the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

The eyeballs moved slightly, and they were full of fear and did not dare to make the slightest movement.

Feng Canglan gripped the blade, instead of standing back to back, "Kill me?"

A ghostly voice sounded, the pupils of the stabbing person trembled, and fear grew from the depths of the soul, entangled in the heart.

"brush……"

Feng Canglan pulled the hand holding the blade, and the sword sticking to his neck penetrated deeply, and the neck opened instantly, and the blood gradually spread around.

The slender fingers were loosened, and the man fell to the ground with a "plop".

Blood flowed from the neck, forming a small pool of blood in a moment.

Several people seized this stall and attacked Feng Canglan from all directions, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Feng Canglan tilted his head and smiled contemptuously, and they saw that the people who were originally surrounded in the center disappeared.

"people……"

"What about people?"

The terrified voice was almost inaudible, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard three "papapa".

He suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and saw that the people who attacked with him just now fell to the ground.

Explain that the eyes widened and the pupils protruded, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Blood dripped from under them, gradually spreading to form a bigger pool of blood.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and a cold feeling came from his neck, and one hand clings to his neck.

My whole body was stiff, my back felt cold, and I didn't dare to move a little bit, "Please... please don't kill..."

The words of begging for mercy have not been finished yet, followed by a "crack".

After that, there was no more sound.

He fell forward on the ground, and Feng Canglan's figure appeared.

The Qiushui eyes covered with spider silk overflowed with evil spirit, swept all directions, forcing back a group of people who were about to move.

She strolled in the courtyard, came to a dead body, squatted down and stretched out her hand, and picked up the blood-stained sword.

The tip of the sword was facing the ground, and blood flowed down the blade.

"Tick."

"Tick."

The sound of blood dripping on the ground sounded, and the surroundings were eerily silent.

The strong bloody smell soared into the sky, making people sick.

"Crazy...she...she's crazy!"

A fearful roar broke the calm, Feng Canglan opened his eyes, and his red lips curled up to the maximum extent.

"Feng Canglan is crazy! Run!"

"quick--"

There was a sound of panic, and the attacking group turned around and ran for their lives.

Feng Canglan's scarlet eyes rolled with fierce aura, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, passing through countless people.

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap clap!"

One after another, people fell down, and the fear in everyone's eyes was ready to come out, "Feng Canglan is crazy..."

Before he could say it, his pupils were wide open, and he felt a surge of warmth from his neck, and he fell forward on the ground.

Corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

Feng Canglan stood in a pool of blood with a long sword in her hand, the blood on the ground merged with her blood-red clothes, as if she was born from clotted blood.

The onlookers explained that they were terrified and did not even dare to run for their lives. They could only stand where they were, not daring to move.

The blood-dropping sword pointed at the crowd, and her autumn water eyes were red, "Damn you!"

"Go to hell—"

A sword with powerful spiritual power swept across.

Sounds of pain, wailing, fear, begging for mercy, one after another.

But in the next moment, it stopped abruptly.

What followed was the smell of blood soaring into the sky, and a hole was split on everyone's neck at the same time, and blood sprayed all around.

The soil on the ground was stained red with blood.

"Clap clap clap!"

The sound of falling kept ringing, and there were only two figures left in the surrounding area that was overcrowded just now.

Feng Canglan's eyes wrapped in fury and hatred focused on the only one standing, the man in the cloak.

The blood-dripping sword slowly lifted up, pointing straight at it.

The person hiding under the cloak slowly raised his head, his eyes collided with Feng Canglan, and a sinister smile flashed across his eyes, "It's time to come."

(End of this chapter)