Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2032 The high priest is not here, and the God of Qiyue is the master.

The severe pain at this moment escaped from Hongluan's equally broken body, and her blood surged. She lowered her head, and unconsciously vomited blood again, adding more enchantment to her red lips.

But the weakness only existed for a moment, and soon, Hongluan regained that cold and arrogant expression again, her face was as cold as ever, cruelly depriving the enemies standing in front of her of their vitality.

So cold, without any mercy.

At this moment, Hongluan only knows that anyone who tries to stop her will die, no matter how much the price is, she will never give up!
Not only for the millennium's waiting, but also for the millennium's obsession, she will never give up easily!
For a moment, the spiritual power fluctuated and exploded in panic.

Seeing that the four gods who helped were seriously injured, the three gods who had been loyal to Qiyue all attacked with their spiritual power.

The three parties fought against each other, only to hear a loud bang.

The black air and the three rays of light were in a stalemate, forming a huge vortex of spiritual power in the void, roaring up.

Standing in the void, Hongluan controlled the seemingly extremely dangerous situation with one hand, with a coquettish smile on the corner of her mouth, she glanced over with her contemptuous eyes, and lightly lifted the corner of her lips: "Oh, you think that there will be resistance if you join hands Power?"

A sentence is like a magic sound in my ears!
Sure enough, the faces of the three great gods suddenly changed, and the stalemate game quickly reversed with the influx of demonic energy in Hong Luan's hands.

Even the three great gods tried their best to deal with it, but they were still defeated in the end.

Almost at the next moment, there was another loud bang, and the light waves of spiritual power dispersed, and the battle spread to the surrounding Xiaoxians who were too weak, almost all spit out a mouthful of blood.

As for the three great gods in the center of spiritual power, they all took a few steps back, suppressing the surge of energy and blood in their hearts, they looked at each other, and in unanimous agreement guarded the surroundings of the four great gods who had just made a move.

Hongluan withdrew her hand, her red clothes were fierce, how much domineering and arrogant she was swinging in the remaining wind.

Those soul-stirring eyes swept towards the gods, and she asked in a cold voice with murderous intent: "Have you forgotten who the master of the gods is? Forgot the way of heaven, how did you say it?"

"Think that the Heavenly Dao has not issued an edict now, so the protoss will be at the mercy of Qiyue?"

"Or, do you think that the master really won't come back, and this protoss is about to change master?"

Every word and every word is full of oppressive and threatening meanings, with a serious appearance, it seems that as long as they can't explain why, they will be the ones who will die in the next second.

The three High Gods bent down, and explained without being humble or overbearing, their long eyelashes were slightly drawn, and their voices were soft and calm: "High God Hongluan, we are loyal to High God Qiyue, the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die."

"If the high priest is here at this moment, we should obey the high priest."

"But the high priest is not here, so the God of Qiyue is the master."

"And God Yunyun destroyed the high priest's immortal body, which is tantamount to opposing the entire God Race. God Qiyue has the right to dispose of God Yunyun!"

After finishing these explanations, the three of them suddenly raised their heads, their expressions became determined, and their tone was also tough, saying word by word: "Now the God of the Cloud has implicated you, if you are still obsessed, then we can only do business It's official."

"So, today, no matter whether we can compete with God or not, we will not back down at all!"

One of the gods, whose eyes were as calm as a cold lake, met Shang Hongluan's breathtaking blood eyes without fear at a distance of several meters, and his brows were full of awe.

These words are as heavy as a stone.

(End of this chapter)