Zhen Feilan's speed was extremely fast, and she was about to get out of the sky above Zhen's house in the blink of an eye.
Outside, is Lingxiao City.
As long as he escapes outside and informs Ling Xiaozong to hold back this ancient demon, Zhen Feilan can escape completely.
"Fortunately, I found a cave outside. I'm going to escape now and practice in that cave, and I won't come out until the Soul Realm!" Zhen Feilan gritted her teeth and thought to herself.
"Patriarch Zhen left in such a hurry, where is he going?" At this moment, a cold voice came from behind Zhen Feilan.
Whoosh!
A piercing sound crossed the sky, and then Zhen Feilan felt a powerful coercion falling behind her.
The coercion is extremely terrifying, and there is even an aura that can destroy everything.
"No!" Zhen Feilan turned pale with shock, and quickly turned around to block it.
However, he saw that the holy king who had been holding Lu Yu back had already flown over.
The whole body of the holy king was bathed in golden light, and his figure was twice as large, like a giant humanoid beast, and he slapped Zhen Feilan fiercely.
"Eight Desolate Sword!"
Zhen Feilan flicked the long sword in her hand, and several sword qi flew all over her body immediately.
Countless sword qi split again and turned into hundreds of golden flying swords, stabbing fiercely at the prestige.
"Small tricks!" The Holy King threw a punch in disdain.
The powerful coercion of the Soul Realm fell directly on those flying swords.
These flying swords seem to be of extraordinary strength, but in front of the Holy King, they exploded like flimsy paper.
The Holy King suddenly stepped forward with one hand, and hit Zhen Feilan hard on the head, causing her to bleed out.
"Actually, my favorite body is you. It's a pity that the next devouring will take a month, so you'd better die." The Holy King pinched Zhen Feilan's head.
Zhen Feilan was scared out of her wits.
She knelt directly in front of the Holy King and begged, "I'm still useful, please don't kill me."
"Where's the order from the head of the Zhen family?" The Holy King said expressionlessly.
Zhen Feilan immediately took out the Patriarch's Order and sent it to the Holy King respectfully.
"Patriarch, that is our Zhen family's talisman, you can't give it to him." A Zhen family child suddenly shouted.
Poof!
The head of the Zhen family child exploded in an instant, and it turned out to be Zhen Feilan's hand.
Zhen Feilan sneered coldly: "Bastard, the cultivation world has always respected the strong, the holy king is powerful, so what if we take refuge in him!"
The faces of the other Zhen family disciples were pale, and they only felt a chill welling up in their hearts, but none of them dared to speak.
"Auntie! Don't be confused anymore, even if we die, we can't hand over the Patriarch's Order to him!" Zhen Yuqin persuaded.
Just now, she has been using the sound of the piano to heal the injuries of several Zhen family children.
It's just that Zhen Yuqin's mana has been consumed to a great extent, causing her to look very pale now.
Zhen Feilan said with a gloomy face: "What do you know, I am doing it for the good of the family!"
Let's talk, Zhen Feilan smiled flatteringly at the Holy King: "I am the Patriarch of the Zhen family, and I am willing to lead the Zhen family to surrender to the Holy King."
"good."
The Holy King let go of Zhen Feilan and said with a smile, "Since you have taken refuge with me, you should also show your loyalty."
Zhen Feilan said piously: "Please speak, Holy King."
"It's very simple, just donate your life."
The Holy King made a sudden move, grabbed Zhen Feilan's neck, twisted it lightly, and directly broke Zhen Feilan's neck.
Before Zhen Feilan died, her eyes were still full of astonishment, but a trace of remorse and resentment flashed in the end, and then her eyes gradually dimmed.
The Holy King cast his eyes on Zhen Yuqin again.
"Leave that woman, and kill the rest." The Holy King ordered. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com