Chapter 333: The Cold Master of Destiny's Cherry Blossom Spirit (37)
The next second, she leaped. The air was instantly filled with a heavy scent of cherry blossoms, and thousands of cherry blossom petals were flying in the air.
She held the Vanity Sword in her hand, amidst the fire and lightning. In an instant, she became the focus of everyone.
"Ah! You finally showed up--" The Demon Lord roared excitedly, and even his eyes could seep out of fire.
Anger, unwillingness, and hatred were all intertwined, with cold murderous intent and a strong bloody smell that permeated the air layer by layer.
If it weren't for her and Mo Baici a hundred years ago, how could he, the Demon Lord of the Blood Demon Hall, be sealed in the time and space secret realm of the boundless land for a full hundred years.
If it weren't for some powerful spiritual power accidentally falling suddenly, and the seal weakened after a hundred years, he would never have been able to come out of the seal.
Now, there is finally a chance to avenge this hundred years of revenge!
"Father, please let your son fight for you!" Su Qingxie walked forward, with a deep meaning between his eyebrows.
"Brother Qingxie, I'll go with you--" Meng Ling pursed her lips and looked at him worriedly.
Meng Ling is the only daughter of Lord Mengmo of Dongzhi Mountain. She is Su Qingxie's playmate since childhood and also his future... wife.
This marriage was arranged by the Demon Lord and Lord Mengmo since birth, a child marriage belonging to the demon world.
"No..."
"Okay--" Su Qingxie was about to refuse, but the Demon Lord roared, and said with bloody joy in his eyes: "You two will join forces to show your father!"
Luo Qingchen waved his sleeves, his eyes were extremely cold, and he said with thin lips: "Let's go together--"
As soon as the voice fell, she held the Vanity Sword and attacked directly in the direction of Su Qingxie. Although the force was heavy, it was not fatal.
"Brother Qingxie, I'll help you." Meng Ling shook the green bell and flew into the air. The bell was crisp and pleasant, but it made people feel trance.
"Ding-dong--" Luo Qingchen only felt that the sound of the bell penetrated through the layers of defense and reached her mind.
The scene in front of her was like a fog, as if a trace of illusion was playing tricks around.
In the illusion, the breeze blew, and the young man in white stood under a cherry tree with his back to her.
So quiet, so beautiful...
"Don't listen--" Su Qingxie saw that she looked a little confused, and deliberately attacked in his direction, whispering two words in her ear during the fight.
With a wave of the long sword in her right hand, a layer of skin broke on her wrist. The bright red blood slowly flowed out with a slight pain.
Luo Qingchen was sober, and a faint pink light surrounded the fingertips of her right hand, and attacked in the direction of Mengling's weapon.
"Ding-dong--" The green bell was directly knocked to the ground, and the foggy illusion in front of her suddenly disappeared.
She frowned slightly, looking at Su Qingxie in front of her, with a puzzled look in her eyes.
The next second, before she could react. Su Qingxie was already attacking her, and she jumped away with a light step.
"Surrender! You can't beat your father!" She heard Su Qingxie speaking anxiously in the fire and lightning, and even his moves became so messy.
In an instant, she frowned and made up her mind. She raised her right hand slightly, and the golden light of the exquisite ring surrounded her.
"Bang——" She broke through Su Qingxie's defense and hit him in the chest with a palm, using five levels of spiritual power.
It was neither light nor heavy, but at least it could stop him from participating in this war.
"I don't mind reciting the ancient sacrifice spell again." She narrowed her eyes, and memories rolled in her mind, and cherry blossom petals surrounded her body.