The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam

In the trapped animal arena, the wind was violent, flying sand and rocks, the whole land seemed to be severely split by a huge axe, cracking from the deep pit that was smashed by the ice-freezing tactics, in just a few seconds Inside, it shattered the entire trapped animal field.

In the high sky with lightning and thunder, a weird halo of color appeared. After a brief interlacing of blue, white, red, black and yellow, it disappeared into the dense dark clouds.

The smoke and dust on the sacrificial field gradually dispersed, and among the ruins and broken walls, Feng Ruchu's dilapidated body was like a torn leaf, crumbling.

Without the vigor and arrogance and stubbornness, she is now covered in wounds and blood, especially the middle of her eyebrows. She was pierced with a blood hole the size of a pinky finger, bright red blood. It gurgled down the palm of the cheek.

On the altar, everyone gasped and was shocked.

No one knows what happened just now.

Everything seems to be between electric light and flint.

"What, what is going on? How can such a weird celestial phenomenon appear?" Someone panicked.

Feng Mo'er cared about the weird celestial phenomenon, she just wanted to smash the corpse of this woman who embarrassed her.

So she once again sacrificed her sword and stabbed Feng Ruchu.

At this moment, an undercurrent suddenly rushed through, and Feng Mo'er only felt a pain in his wrist. Then, the sword in his hand was shot down with a "pop...".

"Which one is desperate, dare to destroy the sword of aunt's "nai" and "nai"!" One after another was blocked, Feng Mo'er's delicate makeup became especially distorted with anger.

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A faint fragrance of flowers filled the air.

As the scent spreads, the cloud-filled sky has gradually become clearer. Those flying sand and rocks, violent storms and rain, suddenly disappeared, and only the sky was full of flowers and rain.

The six real people on the sacrificial platform took the lead in reacting, leaving their seats one after another, kneeling on the ground respectfully, and saying in unison: "Welcome to the Lord!"

As this sound fell, above the clear sky in the distance, a magnificent sedan chair fell slowly amidst the flowers and rain, the breeze was blowing, and the soft moonlight Ruan yarn floated slightly.

Within the sedan chair, a white figure leaned lazily on the golden silk, but it was a pity that with just a glimpse, the moonlight Ruansha was closed again, covering the inside of the sedan chair. Zhuo Zhuo Xianzi.

"Holy Lord, why are you here?" Jin Gang still respectfully knelt on the altar, and welcomed the sedan chair to fall.

"As soon as the deity left the pass, I saw the celestial phenomena in the sacrificial hall change." Within the sedan chair, there was an indifferent response, the voice was like a little plum of white snow, in the cold, mixed with a lazy drunk .

After a pause, the man chuckled and said: "The deity has been in retreat for ten years, but I don't know when he has an aunt or milk?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Zheng, who was under the altar, was the first to react. He knelt under the altar and prostrated his head against the sedan chair: "The Holy Lord, forgive me. Just now, the little girl kept her mouth open and offended the Holy Lord... …"

Feng Zheng is the prime minister of Nanqiu State, and Nan’s most trusted minister of humerus, but facing the entire Canglan Continent, the venerable Yungong holy realm that has been admired by thousands of people for thousands of years, he is still humbled like a humble ant. Trembling and trembling.

Within the sedan chair, there was a moment of silence.

Feng Zheng waited for a few seconds, and saw that the nobleman neither blames nor forgives. The cold sweat on his back almost soaks his clothes.