She vowed to cut the snake monster into thousands of pieces. She could have killed it quickly, but in order to increase its pain, she did not stab its vitals.
First, he crippled his right arm and cut off the flesh on his right arm inch by inch!
She was blinded by resentment and anger in her heart, and her demonic power became strong.
Between movement and silence, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. The Liuli Palace was filled with evil spirit!
Jia Ruo was using his skills to dissipate her demonic energy, but he did not expect that her demonic aura would suddenly burst out at this moment.
He was caught off guard and was attacked by her demonic power, almost losing his life.
If Long Fuyue and Long Fuyue had not rushed back as soon as possible, Jia Ruo would have lost most of his life this time!
Jiu has turned into a bloody man, with white bones and stubble showing on his right arm.
Although Long Fuyue hated him for hurting her child, she was still startled when she saw his embarrassed and terrifying appearance, and closed her eyes subconsciously.
Feng Qianyu also frowned slightly and pressed Feng Wushang's little head into her arms to prevent him from seeing this cruel scene.
"Xiyue! Stop!"
Jia Ruo's heart sank when he saw Hua Xiyue's body almost turned into a demon because of her rage. She shouted in horror.
There was a white light emitting from her hand, trying to purify the evil spirit from her body.
But at the moment, her demonic aura was overwhelming, and he couldn't suppress her at all.
The demonic power backfired, and Jia Ruo said "Wow!" and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Hua Xiyue's body trembled slightly, her eyes that turned blood red instantly returned to their original color, and her hands stopped moving.
Jia Ruo gritted his teeth, and Wa's blood flute flew out like lightning, piercing straight into Jiu's heart.
Jiulian had no time to cry out, so he was nailed there by Wa's blood flute. He twitched twice and finally died.
Hua Xiyue's face was pale and her body was shaking uncontrollably. She slumped down and hugged a corner of the ice coffin, wanting to cry but not being able to cry.
Ye Sang! Ye Sang! Now even Ye Sang’s body is gone, what is left of her?
Jia Ruo was also heartbroken, and his eyes were filled with distress and unbearability.
He walked up to her and stretched out his hand to hug her: "Xiyue, Ye Sang is dead. There is only the skin of his corpse in the ice coffin. Please express my condolences..."