Sure enough, the next day, in front of the Hanxue Sect headquarters.
Lan Nuyin was dressed in white and sat quietly on the tree trunk, looking down at the people who were looking at her in fear. Her long purple hair shawl covered her petite figure like a waterfall.
Everyone knows that Hua Nu is a demon from hell. Although she does not kill anyone except the Hanxue Sect, what she does to the Hanxue Sect is still frightening.
"Hua Nu, what do you want to do!"
Lan Nuoyin's eyes fell on the speaker. Just looking at him made the man feel cold sweat pouring down his back.
What a terrifying look, like...the god of death.
Lan Nuoyin's figure flashed and stopped in mid-air. "Hanxue Gate?... Let's end it." Xiao Zi appeared, the scepter in her hand enlarged and fell into Lan Nuoyin's hand. Lan Nuoyin had not yet been able to release the power of God.
The sacrificial scepter. When she completes the eighth test of the Flower God and obtains the Flower God's scepter, the power of her skills will rise to a terrifying level.
Slowly closing his eyes, the purple eyes containing the aura of death gradually disappeared. The surrounding energy became chaotic and quickly gathered towards Lan Nuoyin like a whirlpool.
Xueyu stood in front of the door and looked at Lan Nuoyin. Was she going to release the skill that day? No... that was too terrifying, and she could never be allowed to release it successfully.
"Hua Nu, you have to think clearly! If you destroy my Cold Blood Sect, there will be thousands of other Cold Blood Sects behind you. Your actions have already caused dissatisfaction with other organizations in the Dark Forest. Hua Nu, if you kill them all like this, you
There will be retribution!”
Lan Nuyin was not moved at all, she didn't mind. Besides, everyone in the Dark Forest knew that she and the Hanxue Sect were mortal enemies. Moreover, she only killed people from the Hanxue Sect. None of his nonsense had caused any harm.
public outrage.
The energy fluctuated faster and faster, and the purple light pillar suddenly appeared, rising into the sky, completely covering up Lan Nuoyin's figure.
"Damn it! Hanxue Sect disciples obey orders! Defend with all your strength!"
"Spirit of Hundred Flowers: Sacrifice to the Gods!!" The voice without any emotion seemed to come from ancient times, and accompanied by a devastating storm, it suddenly attacked the Hanxue Sect. At this moment, all the disciples of the Hanxue Sect used all their strength to integrate defense.
Like an egg shell, it barely stopped the storm even a little bit. A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Lan Nuoyin's mouth.
Using God's Sacrifice this time is much better than last time. Not only does it not exhaust your physical strength, but it is more powerful than last time.
"Isn't it enough?" The Hanxue Sect could not be completely destroyed with the God's Sacrifice alone. A trace of madness filled Lan Nuoyin's eyes as he continued to gather energy.
"Xiao Nu, stop! You are crazy!" An anxious cry came from below.
Lan Nuyin ignored him at all, his purple pupils were full of madness. "I want you!! Bury with him!! Goddess of Flowers - Heavenly Punishment - Feast of Death!!!"
Another black tornado struck powerfully, quickly rushing into the original purple-white storm. Everyone felt the breath of death. The feast of death, there was no life within a hundred miles.
The dark forest has become the Shura field of hell.
Lan Nuyin looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. She was completely venting the grief and despair in her heart.
However, after she vented her anger, why couldn't she feel happy or relaxed at all? Instead, the pain in her heart felt like it was being cut open with a knife, and it was bloody and painful.
"Xiao Nu." With a sigh, Jin caught Lan Nu's voice. Under the baptism of the death feast, apart from herself, he should be the only one alive, right? She smiled bitterly, that person's death was a really big blow to her.
Such madness is only due to the despair in my heart.
far away.
A green figure frowned beautifully, her face was a little pale, and her dark green pupils were a little dim.
She is Mo Yan, who was seriously injured in the dark forest and was rescued by Luo Chenyi. She is currently recovering from her injuries in Luo Chenyi's villa.
"What happened?"
"Xiao Nu..." Luo Chenyi's tone was a little worried. He knew that the strange movement in the dark forest just now was caused by Lan Nu's sound. What earth-shattering thing had this woman done?
"No, a crazy woman is seeking revenge."
Mo Yan frowned. "Let me see my young lady."
"Young Madam?" Luo Chenyi looked curious. "What Young Madam?"