"Bang!"

In Yi Qinglan's frightened and desperate eyes, the sword array was getting further and further away. Her figure flew out and hit a towering ancient tree hard, causing the trunk to break at the waist.

The dust is flying.

A towering shadow like a mountain stands in front of you, and the bright sun is hard to see.

"Ming, obviously it's just a little bit..."

"Chen Changsheng..."

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"

among the ruins.

Yi Qinglan struggled to get up and tried her best to get closer to the sword formation again. Her mana had completely dried up, and she was staggering forward with only a wisp of obsession.

pity.

The goddess of fate did not favor her. She still couldn't cross the shadow, just as she still couldn't block the monster's casual blow, and was mercilessly smashed back to her original position.

"Bang!"

She could no longer stand up, her muscles and veins were severed, and her pubic area was covered with cracks. She was in such a miserable state that even a mortal with no cultivation could easily kill her.

Helplessness, hesitation, and all kinds of negative emotions spread in her heart, and chills spread throughout her body, as if there was a huge stone weighing a thousand kilograms, weighing her down and suffocating her breath.

"Is it fun? Little ant?"

"Kill her!"

"I will peel off her skin and make it into a palace carpet!"

The three heads of the monster sneered at the same time, like a conspirator who fooled all living beings, fully embodying cunning, pathology and cruelty.

This is a mockery and an extreme disregard for life.

Like a cat catching a mouse, he enjoyed the process of hunting, especially the resentment and unwillingness of his prey before it died, so he deliberately gave Yi Qinglan the opportunity to approach the sword formation.

Then buried.

Looking at Yi Qinglan who looked ashen, his blood boiled.

"cough…"

Yi Qinglan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a tail with sharp barbs penetrated her chest. Thick plasma flowed down along the barbs, staining the earth red.

Can.

Even so, her eyes were still fixed on the direction of the sword array, and the obsession in her heart prompted her to raise her arms again and again, reaching toward the latter tremblingly.

"Tsk, tsk, even now, why don't you still refuse to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Why don't you understand?"

"Even if that sword array is triggered, you will still die."

"No matter who its owner is, will he be my opponent?"

Faced with the monster's ridicule, Yi Qinglan turned a deaf ear to it and even looked at it with disdain. It was this reaction that gave the monster another interesting idea.

"In that case."

"Small and stupid two-legged sheep, as you wish."

"This sword array will be triggered, but that person is not you, but me. You will witness how the existence you have placed high hopes on will be torn into pieces by me!"

He carried the will of the underworld on his back and fought for years.

There are countless living beings praying for the coming of a savior in desperate situations, but what will happen? Those so-called saviors, without exception, have become his collection.

When hope was wiped out, the faces of the creatures who believed in them were filled with disbelief and fear. The ants simply could not understand the gap between themselves and the giants.

The sky they thought was unattainable was actually just a frog at the bottom of a well. The monster fantasized about Yi Qinglan's expression for a while, and how frightened it was.

Sudden.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange face: the human being whom he could easily obliterate was staring at him as if he were looking at a fool!

Containing surprise, contempt, expectation and other artistic conceptions, mixed together.

What does she mean? Because she wants to trigger the sword formation? Does she really feel that she is no match for the master of the sword formation? Why does she have it? How dare she!

"Eat her!"

"immediately!"

"I will eat her now. I will take her soul back to the eighteenth level of hell. I will let her live in pain forever and repent for her stupidity!"

The two heads on the left and right are crazy, their faces are ferocious, and they are extremely crazy.

They swore that, except for the ancient giants in the deepest part of the underworld, this was the first time they had been despised by a creature like this. This ant must pay a heavy price!

"Don't worry."

The head in the middle rejected their proposal: "The most cruel torture in the world is to destroy the pilgrim's faith. She will know what life is worse than death!"

Finished.

With a strong flick of his tail, Yi Qinglan was thrown several meters away.

then.

The monster stepped straight into the sword formation.

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

The sword wind was fierce, but it couldn't even break through his defense. The monster grinned.

In his thinking mode, his power has penetrated deeply into the heart of the master of the sword array. Presumably, at this moment, the other party must be huddled in a corner, trembling, right?

Otherwise, if I already meet the attack range, why haven't I seen him take action?

"Hahaha, is this your confidence?"

"A shrunken turtle?"

The monster's three heads looked up to the sky and roared, and its six pairs of vertical pupils turned to look at Yi Qinglan. They wanted to read shock, confusion, and fear from the other person's face.

Who knows.

What caught his eye was a face that was even more delighted than before.

No.

This time she was not only filled with joy, her pale lips were moving. Although her voice was like a mosquito and her breath was like a gossamer, she could not escape the monster's six ears. What she said was...
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