Her eyes were cold, and when she flicked her sleeves, a light blue light appeared where her pulse was.
It turns out that the ancient forbidden arts of the orcs are actually the soul of a person, not the soul of the mortal world.
"Don't come over here—" Xiying looked at her face with a cold smile, and her whole body trembled unconsciously.
Her eyes were hollow with a touch of fear, and her pale paper lips were biting together for the last time, staring at Luo Qingchen in front of her.
"I won't go there-" She raised a faint smile with extremely powerful aura at the corner of her mouth, raised her right hand, and the pink golden light in her hand shot towards her heart in an instant.
In an instant, Xiying's heart was dug out with her bare hands. The heart was only a few centimeters away from Xiying's eyes, hanging vertically in her sight.
Luo Qingchen smiled slightly and stood a few meters away from her, completely unwilling to get close to the heart that she felt was extremely dirty.
In her eyes, the filth of the soul is far more disgusting than the body.
"When you dug out my heart with your own hands and threw me off Fengyu Terrace, did you ever think about today?"
This is like a person's profession, either as a martial arts killer or as a mountain villager. They can have blood on their hands, they can have mud on their hands. But as long as their hearts are clean, they are upright people in her eyes.
But in front of Xiying, her soul was full of filth, and even her heart floating in the air was hiding the black aura.
She waved her right hand, and Xiying's hands and feet lost the pink aura, and her whole body instantly collapsed to the ground.
After all, the people of the Witch Clan are different from ordinary people, and Wu Zhu was personally selected by the Witch God. Although he is different from the people of the Celestial Clan, he still possesses a small amount of spiritual power and cultivation.
Therefore, even if Xiying's heart was dug out with bare hands, she still did not die immediately.
But blood was slowly flowing out from her seven holes, and the corners of her lips were trembling as she looked at Luo Qingchen, her eyes rolled white, filled with hatred.
"Luo-luo-you... must not..."
"Haha, don't you want to die a good death?" Luo Qingchen snorted, directly interrupting her words that she couldn't explain clearly: "Did I die easy when I sacrificed my life to the spirit sword?"
In the past, she was so self-righteous, relying on herself to be the witch Zhu of the witch clan, and relying on herself to plunder Lingyao's skin. Thinking that you have everything, including soul-dead love.
But she didn't know that even though she had this skin, she had never received even a trace of love from Lingchen.
"I will... never... let... you go." She gritted her teeth, and the blood in her mouth kept pouring out, and she used all her strength to say the most complete sentence.
Luo Qingchen looked at her with cold eyes, curled his lips and said with a smile: "Do you think that the 1,999 female dolls you threw into the Orc Island and died there will let you go?"
With a slight smile on her lips, she raised the Luo Ruizhu in her right hand, and the gate of Hell under the Fengyu Stage slowly opened.
In an instant, the children's laughter, cries, and noises kept coming from the Hell of Hell.
It's eerie and terrifying.
"No - I won't go -" she shouted desperately with the last trace of her weak voice.
But no one could break the barrier to save her, or in other words, no one stepped forward to attack this fairy barrier...
"Did you know that they are waiting for you?" Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and Xiying's body was instantly pushed by a powerful force and fell towards the hell of hell.
I saw the next second—
"Bang -" A faint blue light fell from the sky, with a familiar breath in the air. (To be continued)