The boundless earth can be destroyed with one sword, and where is the bustling music and singing.
She half-squinted her eyes, looking at the panic-stricken Xiying in front of her, and the corners of her mouth formed a charming smile.
"Luo... Luo Qing..." Xiying shook her head and said, "No, it's impossible-"
The person in front of him looked like a member of the Celestial Clan. He was surrounded by a light pink aura, and his whole body exuded an aura that ordinary people did not have.
How could she be the container that was only worthy of being a heart...
"Who are you? How dare you trespass on Feng Yu Terrace? Do you know—" One of the elders stood up under the sacrificial altar, mustered up his courage, and said to Luo Qingchen.
"Bang bang—" A huge amount of spiritual power pushed forward instantly, and everyone around him was bounced several meters away. A pale pink halo of light enveloped the entire sacrificial altar into a powerful spiritual barrier.
She snorted coldly, with a cold look in her eyes, and shouted at the people under the sacrificial altar: "You guys want to stop me?"
The Luo Ruizhu in her right hand seemed to feel the anger in Luo Qingchen's heart, and the seven-colored glass light kept flashing like the stream of water pavilion.
"Luo Ruizhu—" The eldest prince who hurried over looked at the Luo Ruizhu in Luo Qingchen's hand on the sacrificial platform. His breath was stagnant, and his voice was slightly trembling: "The little emperor of the Tian Clan..."
"Di Ji..." The elder who just spoke couldn't help but take a step back, with a trace of panic and fear in his eyes.
Luo Qingchen snorted softly, turned to look at Xi Ying, who was fixed on the wooden stake with her magic, and said with a smile: "Isn't it too late to say it's impossible now?"
Qingyin's sword was still firmly pressed against her throat. If it advanced even a little further, she would see blood sealing her throat.
"What do you want to do? I...I tell you...this is the Wu Clan. Even if you are the emperor of the Celestial Clan, you can't do whatever you want!" Xiying bit her lip, her expression was completely dull, her voice was trembling, and her face was as pale as paper. .
There is no way she can hurt her, this is the Witch Clan! She is Wu Zhu, this is her territory, and the eldest prince and the elders will definitely save her...
"Hahahaha -" She waved her sleeves, looked up to the sky and smiled, looked into her eyes coldly and said sternly: "When you took out my heart with your bare hands, why didn't you say that even the Wu Zhu of the Wu Clan would do it?" Why can't we do whatever we want to a mortal? Right now, it's just a change of identity, why has this rhetoric changed?"
Her voice is every word, every word is precious. Every word is full of majesty and solemnity, sonorous and powerful.
"I... I..." Xiying's voice became more and more trembling, and she couldn't even finish the sentence.
Luo Qingchen chuckled lightly, her eyes were slightly red, she looked at the position of her heart and said with half-squinted eyes: "Everything in this world has a cause and an effect. When you took my heart, today | I will take it back. If you If you survive, you are lucky; if you don't survive, you can't blame me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly raised her right hand, and her whole body exuded a trembling chill.
"No -" she shouted heartbreakingly, looked at the people of the Wu clan under the sacrificial platform and shouted: "Save me quickly -"
"Tsk tsk—" In an instant, Luo Qingchen couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile, looking at the panicked Xi Ying in front of her and said, "Do you really think that someone here can break this barrier? I tell you Xi Ying, today's Feng Yu Terrace Everyone used magic to attack this fairy barrier, but it remained unscathed, do you understand?"
"No-" She shook her head desperately, shouted with all her strength, struggled, and was afraid...
I don’t know why, looking at Xiying’s current appearance. Her heart was finally happy for once. (To be continued)