Initially seeing the formation strengthened, Bei Muye thought he had nothing to worry about, and Taoist Shangqing temporarily entered the formation. However, soon the gap in the formation became wider and wider. Yu Qionghuan could not control the formation even after releasing all the puppets. Bei Muye panicked all of a sudden.
This is his last chance, he must not lose!
"Shangqing, what are you waiting for?" Bei Muye shouted loudly.
Taoist Shangqing quickly entered the formation.
Taoist Shangqing led people into the formation. Yu Qionghuan sensed it quickly. She raised her eyes and looked coldly at the bright yellow figure on the city wall not far away, frowning slightly.
This man never believed her at the critical moment!
Yu Qionghuan hesitated for a moment, then she stretched out her hands and suddenly poked her eyes out.
An Yi originally saw hope, but when she saw the drought thunder on the horizon, she couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "It's resentment. In order to maintain the resentment of the formation, Yu Qionghuan personally destroyed her own eyes!"
In the formation, Yun Zhinan's expression changed when he saw the cloudy sky.
An Yi said that the key to this formation is people, that Yu Qionghuan. Now that she is using self-mutilation to strengthen her own resentment, the power of this formation will naturally double.
Now, lightning is filled with the resentment of the doll and Yu Qionghuan, and the surroundings are filled with black fog, and they can't see each other clearly.
In the black mist, soldiers were constantly being attacked.
Fog also appeared around Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen was no stranger to this scene.
The previous time, the dark night formation was like this, but this time, it was the fog formation at the end, and this fog was still weird everywhere!
"Daddy!" Suddenly, Little Lanfu's voice rang out. Feng Qingchen looked around blankly and saw a small blue figure walking out of the black mist. It was Little Lanfu.
Feng Qingchen looked at Little Lanfu coldly and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Daddy, you don't like me anymore?" Little Lanfu asked aggrievedly, standing in front of Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen wanted to step forward and pick up Little Lanfu, but what came out of his mouth surprised him, "Why do I like you? It's you who made me become like this. I want to use you as a target!"
After Feng Qingchen finished speaking, it seemed that he could no longer control his hands and feet and was about to step forward to catch Little Lanfu.
The little blue bird was so frightened that she cried loudly and ran away barefoot in the formation.
The scene of the red-robed army lying on the ground slowly appeared in front of Feng Qingchen's eyes. It was miserable, so miserable!
He stepped past the corpses of those people step by step, and then saw himself standing in a pile of corpses as high as one person, holding a psychic sword in his hand, dying of exhaustion.
"Did you see it? You are responsible for all this. As long as I kill you, I will be the lord of this world, the emperor of this world!" Feng Qingchen stepped forward, grabbed Little Lanfu, and carried her away , pressing her on the pile of corpses.
Little Lanfu looked at Feng Qingchen timidly, burst into tears, and shouted: "Mother, mother!"
"No matter who you call, it won't work. I will kill you today. As long as you die, my six senses will not be lost. The world and women belong to me!" Feng Qingchen's eyes turned red. He stepped forward and strangled the little bluebird by the neck.
Little Lanfu¡¯s small body was stuck in the air by Feng Qingchen.
Little Lanfu¡¯s little face turned red from suppressing the pain. She struggled with her calves and soon lost her mind. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com