Beast Master Xuannv

Que Ye's golden eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty, and she slowly raised her slender white hand. The back of her hand that had just hit the ground was still bleeding. Drop by drop, it fell to the ground, and blood-red beads bloomed immediately.

Shahua.

The red Manzhu Shahua represents death.

Her blood summons death...

The white right hand was raised up, turned into a claw, and grasped the sky.

Suddenly, an invisible energy in the sky seemed to be caught, and a thick black mist with a faint blood-red color appeared.

A black curtain suddenly fell between the sky and the earth, and a gloomy and gloomy ghost cry could be heard.

The air of death shrouded us, it was the air of death formed by the unjust deaths of thousands of people who died unjustly!

I don't know who screamed: "Hurry, hurry, stop her, she is going to kill us all!"

There was silence for a moment, and then the people of the Kazama family took action first. The four major families and the royal family were naturally adapting to the situation. The people of their own country would of course protect them and would not take action until the last moment.

The members of the Kazama family gathered all their true energy and prepared to strike with all their strength to prevent Que Ye from continuing to summon the death energy.

However, only Fengjian Jiu stood on the sword leisurely, shaking his head and sighing, and playing with the green flute in his hand. At this moment, heaven and man were at war in his heart, and he was struggling with whether to blow the flute and summon which mysterious race to save his life?

But that race can only be summoned once. Wouldn't it be a shame to use this only one time here?

Hey--Fengjian Jiu sighed again, raised his eyes and glanced at Que Ye. At this glance, the corner of his mouth twitched.

I saw that Que Ye didn't even look at the dozens of monks from the Fengjian family who were besieging him. He just turned his golden eyes, moved his red lips, and said a word that sounded like a divine voice, as if floating from the top of the sky.

The vague words that came.

"With my blood, I will take the souls of your strangers."

After saying this, it is like a death order from the King of Hell: If the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, you will never survive until the fifth watch.

In an instant, the dozens of monks who besieged Que Ye were all silent. They didn't even have time to scream, and they all suffocated and fell vertically.

From the bodies of these dozens of monks, the milky white souls were pulled out one by one and were attracted by an invisible suction force.

Their faces were distorted, and they were trying their best to resist the suction, because they knew that as long as they were sucked away by that suction, their souls would be trapped for eternity and endure endless torture in life after life.

But their struggle was in vain, they were quickly sucked away and flew towards Que Ye, but it was not Que Ye who absorbed their souls, but the Manzhu Shahua created from Que Ye's blood.

The red petals of Manzhushahua opened and closed, and the milky white soul body was sucked into the stamens. Suddenly, the red petals became even brighter and looked like they could drip blood.

Feng Jianjiu was even more confused. This woman was really unreasonable. She wouldn't even let anyone beat her. She just sent her to see the King of Hell. She couldn't help but feel a layer of cold sweat on her back. It seemed like even that race couldn't beat her...

In this entanglement, the four major families and the royal family burst into cheers. The Kazama family was wiped out just by talking, so can the White Tiger Empire also be wiped out by asking Que Ye to just talk?

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. If the White Tiger Empire moved its mouth and disappeared, then on the Fairy Demon Continent, if Que Ye moved its mouth, the Xuanwu Empire would dominate?

Haha, what a joy, what a joy!

"Que Zhou! Que Zhou! Que Zhou!..."

At this time, there was a roar of cheers in the ancient battlefield.

Que Ye remained expressionless, his half-cracked face turned, and he looked at the cheering crowd with a fierce expression.

Want to die?