Su Qingdai opened her eyes in disbelief, and blood kept pouring out from her neck, like a small fountain.
She mastered the force of the severing to a terrifying degree, not too much, not too little, just enough to shut her up, but not to kill her at once.
Step after step, he was so slender, but he seemed to be carrying a heavy and cold pressure like Mount Tai.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Qiu Bu Ling's back, but it didn't show on his face. In fact, the vigilance in his heart had reached its peak.
He knew very well that this woman was difficult to deal with.
Even his invisible sneak attack with ghost steps couldn't hurt Ling Xuewei, which shows how difficult it is!
"Get out of the way!!"
Just when Qiu Lao was about to strike first, someone waved him away.
It is to protect against evil.
At this moment, Yu Xie could no longer stand by and watch.
That woman Su Qingdai cannot die yet.
What's more, Qiu Buling was his, and it was even more impossible for him to watch him bury Su Qingdai.
That's right, even before Ling Xuewei took action, he had already seen that Mr. Qiu was no match for her.
This woman, from just now until now, has revealed a hint of weirdness.
The aura on her body is far beyond that of a low-level Martial Saint.
Otherwise, no matter how bad the elders of the Underworld Palace are, they will not be able to survive even three moves in her hands before being destroyed.
All he could think of was that something had happened to Ling Xuewei.
But what is this kind of accident?
"Have you advanced?"
One sentence made everyone present change their expressions.
Su Qingdai opened her eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but she could only make a 'woo woo' sound.
"Sir, what are you talking about? How could she advance? If she really advanced, how could there be no thunder tribulation?"
Qiu Buling expressed the doubts in everyone's mind.
In fact, this is also the doubt in Yu Xie's heart.
But other than that, he could no longer think of the reason for her surge in power.
If it were other people, that would be fine, but if the target is this woman, then we must not judge based on conventional rules.
"What method did you use to avoid the thunderstorm?"
Ling Xuewei's blue eyes are deep and deep, like a whirlpool that wants to suck people in.
When she heard this, she suddenly raised her lips and smiled.
In this situation, her smile gave rise to an enchanting feeling like millions of flowers blooming.
Especially when paired with those blue eyes, she looks like a night enchantress, charming and alluring.
She has never been like this before.
Not only the ghost tribe, but also Yue Feng Yue Qing and others were startled.
Suddenly, countless golden chains sprouted from her back!
The light and shadow flicker, drawing charming and flamboyant arcs in the night.
Little by little, the links eventually turned into a pair of wide, wing-like things.
The smooth surface, mysterious pattern-like swirl patterns, and smooth and graceful lines all demonstrate its power.
In the blink of an eye, golden light and shadow flashed by, and only a "puff" sound was heard, piercing Qiu Buling's forehead!
Everything happened so fast!
Even the recent Yu Xie didn’t have time to react!
When he finally came to his senses, what he saw was what looked like tentacles and tail needles, picking up Qiu Buling's body and throwing it out!
"Bang!"
Hit the ground!
The scene was deathly silent.
And this sound completely woke up the shocked people!
Faintly, there was a gasp.
As if water is like a pan of oil, the entire ghost clan is boiling!
"Old Qiu!"
"What...is going on?"
All this happened so fast that people who saw this scene suddenly had a ridiculous illusion.
It was as if Ling Xuewei had never moved at all, but the space was affected by some mysterious power of hers, changing the rules of the space and moving and changing positions to suit her.
The golden tentacles drew an afterimage in the air, and in the blink of an eye, three more messenger-level ghosts died!
This scene seems to indicate that the real killing has officially begun.
Afterwards, Di Jian and others watched in shock as countless golden lights and shadows flashed around them, and then one ghost clan after another continued to fall.
The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to let out his final scream.
Silent and silent, he died instantly.
In this eerie silence, Ling Xuewei kills silently, like the god of death returning from hell, harvesting lives without mercy.
But the only ones who fell were the ghosts.
The soldiers of the Independence Army, the disciples of the Tianxing Sect, the Huangyou Mercenary Group... all of them were unscathed.
This scene is too weird.
Who would have thought that an army of tens of thousands of ghosts would be unilaterally massacred by one person?
Is this the crushing of strength?
Under the golden light and shadow, the figure stood in the wind, its huge 'wings' sacred and magical.
Such two completely different temperaments are perfectly integrated in her.
Contradictory and natural.
It's as if she was born this way.
If you look closely at the blue pupils, you can find that there is a blazing golden color in the depths.
Like a demon spirit, seducing the soul.
The clear light of the spiritual platform is destroyed, and all sentient beings in the mortal world are confused.
Yu Xie's pupils shrank, and there was an unprecedented panic in his heart!
He suddenly shouted, "Kill her——!"
In an instant, countless bloody blades rose into the air and shot straight into the void!
From all directions, ghosts rushed towards me like ferocious beasts in the dark night.
"Independence Army, attack!!"
"Protect the empress!"
Di Jian shouted loudly, and everyone rushed over!
"boom!"
The blood mist exploded in the air, erupting into dazzling sparks. The entire night was illuminated brightly!
Di Jian's pupils shrank, "Xiao Wei'er——!!"
"Empress——!!"
The blood mist filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.
It almost enveloped the entire Underworld Palace.
At that moment, countless palaces were reduced to ashes.
Several kilometers in radius were submerged by the endless blood mist, turning into a sea of blood.
"How could it be...impossible, I don't believe it..."
Yu Wenxuan was stunned, slumped on the ground and murmured.
He stared into space with his eyes, shaking his head constantly.
Xuewei won't be fine, how could anything happen to her?
But...how could one escape such a large-scale attack?
Yu Xie also stared at the sky, his hand holding the scepter slowly tightened.
The bloody pupils are deep and flashing with an unknown light.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
In the blood mist, there was a faint golden light flashing.
Even if the sky is blood red, that golden touch is still dazzling.
The next second, there was a "boom" and the entire sky was lit up by a golden beam of light!
It's like the coming of holy light, dispelling all darkness.
Even the blood mist quickly dissipated under the golden pillar.
Finally, that figure appeared in front of everyone.
Golden radiance lingers around the body, as holy as a goddess descending from the nine heavens. The transparent body is filled with a little brilliance.
Holy, beautiful.
Pure, noble, noble.
The huge golden wings protected her like a silkworm chrysalis.
The golden blue eyes slowly opened, cold and indifferent.
A strong and majestic aura rose up from her body. This aura was like a god from the nine heavens overlooking all living beings.
All things can only prostrate themselves at her feet, look up and worship her.