At the same time, Tianyu was on death row.
Luo Qingchen used a drug mixed with hundreds of flowers. Entered death row smoothly.
Xiao Lang was in the innermost cell, dressed in white, his hair looked a little messy, but his eyes were particularly clean.
"Who are you?"
"Don't ask, Ning'er is waiting for you."
Luo Qingchen knew very well that she didn't have much time. The golden powder given to him by the system was actually freezing time and space in a very small space.
Moreover, the time is very short.
"Sister Poppy..."
On the God-killing Stage, there was thunder and strong wind.
Ning'er put the soul in her hand, and then threw herself into Xiao Lang's arms.
She was dressed in white and stood beside the God-killing Platform. The exquisite ring in her right hand glowed with a faint golden light, and she held the Fengwu Sword tightly in her hand, her eyes solemn.
"I'm not sure I can guarantee your life or death, but I can guarantee that you won't die until I die."
Her words were neither light nor serious, but they seemed so domineering on this God-killing platform.
Even if she is not wearing a red dress at this moment, even if she does not have the power of Vulcan, the coldness in her eyes can still freeze everyone around her.
"You mortals actually stole the divine soul. Do you really think that heaven allows you to come and leave whenever you want?" A majestic voice sounded in the sky, coming from Di Fanyu.
Luo Qingchen half-squinted his eyes and slowly pulled out the Fengwu Sword, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
The next second, countless heavenly soldiers transformed around her, and a chilling aura instantly filled the air.
Di Fanyu and Yue Bingxin appeared in front of the heavenly soldiers. Yue Bingxin was wearing a red dress tonight, and her appearance under heavy makeup looked very similar to hers.
Substitutable products will always be substitutes, and they will always live in the shadow of others.
"I'm just saying that Ning'er dressed up like this to see the Emperor of Heaven, it turned out to be to snatch the soul!" At this time, Yue Bingxin's eyes were full of smiles, as if she was a winner, and she looked arrogantly. Follow them.
Di Fanyu narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold and even filled with murderous intent. If this wasn't the Thirty-Third Heaven, if he wasn't the Emperor of Heaven, he might really have made the three people in front of him disappear from this world.
Except for her, no one has ever been so humiliated in this life.
How dare you use a weird magic to steal the soul.
"So what if we just want to snatch the soul?" The next second, Luo Qingchen slowly raised the soul and held it on the God-killing platform. A look of calmness flashed through her clear eyes, leading her to Arrogant, he actually said: "Can you take it back?"
"You... what do you want to do?" Yue Bingxin's face turned pale instantly. The soul is a sacred object. If it falls into the God-killing Platform, it will be reduced to ashes.
"Don't you have an idea of what I want to do? I'm afraid a person with low level of magic like you can't stop me."
"Your voice..." Di Fanyu's heart trembled, why did the woman in white in front of him feel so familiar, as if he could hear it every day a long time ago.
"Emperor of Heaven, there is nothing to fear from this mere flower fairy!" Yue Bingxin gritted her teeth, picked up a long sword in the hands of the heavenly soldiers and said, "I will deal with her."
Since the other party was making such arrogant remarks, why should she take the opportunity to teach her a lesson
It had been a long time since blood had been seen in the Heavenly Palace, and she knew exactly who Di Fanyu was thinking about. So, let her be her!
Now the person wearing red is her, and she is the one who solves the problem of snatching the soul. He should look at her differently... (To be continued)