Fengjiu stopped and just watched coldly, but she did not withdraw the pressure that was pressing on them. Not only that, she flipped her palm and a ball of her own heavenly fire flew out and headed towards the feet of those monarchs.
"Let me give you a taste of this way of dying, being roasted on fire. Perhaps you will like it." The indifferent voice was chilling. She looked at him coldly, without a trace of warmth in her eyes.
However, among all these monarchs, she only left the Nancheng monarch alone and did not touch him. But, even if Fengjiu did not touch him, at this moment, looking at the miserable appearance of the monarchs, he was so shocked that he did not even have the strength to speak.
Who would have thought that Fengjiu is back
Who would have thought that Fengjiu would come back
Obviously, for tens of millions of years, no one who ascended to heaven has ever come back. How did she do it
If he knew Fengjiu would come back, even if he had ten courages, he would not dare to do what he did today. Now, regret and fear intertwined in his heart, his body trembled, but he could only stare with eyes wide open in horror, watching the monarchs around him suffer pain that was worse than death.
"ah!"
"ah… "
A monarch, a powerful man, at this moment, only had endless screams, regret and fear.
Some people couldn't bear this kind of pain that was worse than death and were ready to abandon their physical bodies and escape. However, the moment their soul turned into a halo and flew out of the body, they were caught by Fengjiu.
"Do I allow you to escape? Do you think you can escape?"
Feng Jiu's indifferent voice came out, and her figure didn't even move. She just stood there, grabbed in the air, and the ball of spiritual halo fell into her hand.
"If you fall into my hands, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate." As she spoke, flames surged in her hands, and she closed her palms to grasp the ball of spiritual halo and crushed it. Amid shrill screams, the ashes were blown away by the wind and fell into the sea.
Seeing this scene, Lord Nancheng was so shocked that his body stiffened. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. He could only watch Fengjiu torturing those monarchs to death in front of him, without even leaving their souls.
"Do you know why I kept you here?" Fengjiu looked at the Lord of Nancheng and asked indifferently.
"Phoenix, Phoenix, Master Phoenix, please spare me!" His whole body was limp, and he couldn't even stand as he was being pulled by a strong force.
Feng Jiu looked at him, curled the corners of her lips, and revealed a cold and ruthless smile: "You should know that anyone who touches my reverse scale will have no chance of survival."
"I kept you here just because I want to know what happened here during the years I was away." As she spoke, she walked forward step by step, came in front of him, stretched out her index finger to his forehead and began to search his soul in front of his horrified eyes.
After a while, she retracted her hand, and the originally terrified Nancheng monarch now had dull eyes. She flicked her sleeves, and a ball of fire ignited, burning him to ashes.
She turned around and looked at the umbrella that Leng Hua was holding tightly not far away. It was a Hun Yuan Bao umbrella, which was now closed under the pressure of her pressure and held in Leng Hua's hand.