Chapter 1146 Who can tell the difference between gods and demons (21)
This time, he didn't wait for Zhou Ye to stand up. Two arms flew out from behind, with sharp and long nails, and pinched Zhou Ye's arms.
"Poof——"
A mouthful of blood gushed out.
Zhou Ye no longer knows how much blood he vomited today. Anyway, the sand on the ground has been dyed red. Qingdao's nails are directly embedded in his own flesh and blood. The pain is not strong, but the next second, Qingdao closes his eyes. With his eyes closed, he muttered words, and accompanied by a vague chanting sound, golden Sanskrit words emerged from Dao Qing's palm, and slowly walked towards Zhou Ye's body.
This golden Sanskrit text seemed to be a line, slowly, wrapping up Zhou Ye in circles. For a moment, the golden light was so strong that everything in front of him became blurred, and there were only more loud sounds left in his ears. At the sound of chanting, Zhou Ye narrowed his eyes and began to struggle crazily.
The beach in front of her turned into a void of golden space, and she was trapped in it. The golden light was like a burning hot flame, surrounding her, slowly approaching, and the fatal heat invaded from all directions, regardless of No matter how Zhou Ye struggled to attack, he just couldn't resist this increasingly hot golden flame.
"Well..."
It hurt so much that her heart seemed to be on fire. For a moment, she felt like she was being roasted on an iron plate, and she couldn't help but curl up together.
Severe pain invaded his limbs and bones. Zhou Ye fell to the ground and gritted his teeth, stubbornly staring at everything around him with wide eyes.
She wants to remember all this, and she wants to keep today's hatred firmly in her heart. As long as her soul is immortal, she will not stop taking revenge.
On the other side, Dao Qing stood with sweat on his face, chanting scriptures constantly. With the continuous output of spiritual power, his physical strength was slowly exhausted, but Zhou Ye, who was in the middle of the barrier, There are still signs of survival.
Today she must die.
If she were allowed to escape, she would be leaving a disaster for herself.
The chanting continued, shrouded in golden light, and Zhou Ye's figure became increasingly ethereal.
The Immortal Lord on the side stared at the figure lying on the ground in front of him, his heart hanging in his throat, silently cheering for the Qingdao Patriarch. Kill Zhou Ye, so that there will be one less scourge in the six realms, and he can use Zhou Ye's death to reshape his own image.
As time passed slowly, Xian Zun's eyes straightened.
I don’t know how long it took, but Patriarch Qingdao, who had been muttering something in his mouth, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.
"Jun Gan, how dare you!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Immortal Lord had not yet realized what he meant. Suddenly, an extremely bright and dazzling white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then only chaos remained in his mind. Then, the whole person lost consciousness
——
After an unknown amount of time, the burning pain of being exposed to the flames of magma slowly disappeared.
Zhou Ye found that he was not dead, but he couldn't open his eyes.
There are waves of cool wind in the ears, and the body seems to be trapped in a soft and silky embrace. The tip of the nose is filled with a refreshing fragrance. Take a deep breath, and a burst of nectar that has been longed for for a long time falls in the dry heart.
It felt like someone was talking in my ear.
But she couldn't hear clearly. She felt extremely comfortable, an addictive feeling like she didn't want to get up again after lying down.
Where is this?
Is she dead?
Zhou Ye didn't want to die, but if she was treated like this after death, she would be happy with it.
(End of chapter)