1691. The power of chaos [6]
What to do next Fengbai party? Zhuge Canglan used his toes and knew that it was nothing more than threats and coercion.
Feng Baiwan met Zhuge Canglan's eyes, and the red bloody eyes made her feel cold involuntarily.
Feng Baiwan smiled a little nervously. He touched Zhuge Canglan's cheek and said, "Yes, I'm not useful to him, but so what? He has the ability? Different can't protect the woman he likes."
The pain from Zhuge Canglan's scalp made her sweat so hard that she felt cold, and her scalp was even more painful when she spoke.
She slowed down for a while and said, "Whether we want to make a bet, just bet whether Yutian Xuanhuang can rescue me from you, and whether he can... kill you."
Feng Baiwan smiled and shook his head, pinched Zhuge Canglan's jaw tightly: "You are a smart woman and very calm, but unfortunately... this kind of provocation has long been useless for me. What I want is not win or lose, but life and death."
What he wanted was Yu Tian Xuanhuang's death, and what he wanted was Zhuge Canglan's death.
Zhuge Canglan gritted his teeth. Feng Baiwan was already crazy. "Since I am already under your rank, can you tell me how you want to kill me?"
Feng Baiwan shook his head: "No."
He suddenly smiled, and the smile was extremely gentle and gentle. He approached Zhuge Canglan's ears: "Miss Zhuge, I am very looking forward to... He hugged your body and cried bitterly, and even more looking forward to the time when he dies with him."
Zhuge Canglan's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Feng Baiwan.
If he dies together, he will definitely have a way out if he dares to say this.
Zhuge Canglan just opened his lips, and his body fell vertically as it sinks.
Feng Baiwan stood in the highest clouds and looked down at her falling body with a cold smile.
The whistling wind passed by, and Zhuge Canglan was shocked. She wanted to stop, but the spiritual power in her body seemed to disappear at once, and her body could not move, and she could only fall like a free fall, approaching death inch by inch through the vague clouds.
Zhuge Canglan felt fear when facing death for the first time. She had not seen Yu Tian Xuanhuang for the last time. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to die...
Zhuge Canglan suddenly remembered the Sky Sword and quickly called out: "Sky, Sky... Come out quickly!"
In the past, she ran out with just a call to the Sky Sword, but this time, she shouted a lot, but the sky never appeared.
Zhuge Canglan didn't know what was going on, so he could only shout over and over again.
Fengbaiwan's cold voice came from the high clouds.
"It's useless, no one can save you. How dare the Sky Sword be in front of Donghuang Zhong... Zhuge Canglan, from now on, you will count down your death time, hahahaha..."
Dong-Emperor-Zhong
These three words have created three big pits in Zhuge Canglan's heart.
Donghuang Zhong, which ranked first in the ten ancient artifacts, was actually won by Feng Baiwan.
No wonder the Sky Sword cannot be summoned, it turned out that it was suppressed by the power of the Donghuang Bell!
Then... Yutian Xuanhuang... can he defeat it?
Zhuge Canglan's heart suddenly raised to his throat, and she suddenly hoped that Yutian Xuanhuang would not appear.
Donghuang Zhong may not be able to fight against it, it is a magical artifact created by the Father God himself...
Even though she was worried, she was powerless...
The body fell faster and faster, and Zhuge Canglan's consciousness was no longer able to support it under the impact of the airflow.
Chapter completed!