Chapter 3910
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"Ah …"
A mournful scream filled with hatred rang out. Perhaps they had touched something, but the ghosts who had been hesitating on whether to go forward or not, upon hearing the scream, roared and floated towards Fengjiu.
Wisps of ghosts floated out like black smoke towards her. Powerful Yin Qi surrounded her entire body, and she couldn't see anything else except for a dense mass of black smoke.
Fengjiu immediately adjusted the aura in her body, and the Emerald Edge Sword in her hand was covered in flames. With a whoosh, she attacked her surroundings. The sword aura and flames intertwined, and drew an arc around her, dispersing all the ghosts that had surrounded her.
She wore a dazzling red dress, and her beautiful face carried a touch of coldness. Her gaze was sharp and contained a sense of oppression as she looked at the ghosts around her. Her lips curled into a cold smile: "When you were alive, you weren't even my match. Now that you're dead, you're even less of a match for me!"
The Emerald Edge Sword in her hand, which contained flames, slashed in front of her. With a whoosh, she pointed it diagonally to the ground. She raised her chin slightly, and her gaze was like that of a ruler looking down on the ghosts. Her voice was sharp and terrifying as she said: "I, Fengjiu, have never regretted killing anyone in my entire life! You've all died under my sword, so you all deserve to die! If you're still lingering around, I don't mind sending you on your way! "
Her voice, which contained a sense of oppression and the aura of a powerful expert, along with a powerful spiritual aura, spread through the air. Her voice was so magnanimous, and her gaze was so fearless. Her aura was so powerful that it caused the ghosts around her to not dare to take even half a step forward. They all circled around her, wanting to leave, but seemed unwilling to do so.
Fengjiu's cold gaze swept across them, and she held the sword diagonally to the ground in her hand. Step by step, she walked forward. In front of her, the ghosts were intimidated by her powerful aura and terrifying aura, and had no choice but to make a path for her to pass.
Fengjiu walked forward. She only knew that as she walked forward, the darkness in front of her gradually dissipated. The ghosts around her also disappeared. Finally, the forest appeared in front of her again. She could not help but look up and see the sunlight. She could also hear the birds chirping in the branches.
She narrowed her eyes and stopped in her tracks. She looked at the sunlight above her head and thought about the ghosts and ghosts from before.
Along the way, countless people had died in her hands. Her hands were stained with blood, but in her heart, she believed that all those who died deserved to die!
She stood between heaven and earth with a clear conscience!
"Nine."
Amidst the sunlight, a gentle voice rang out. That familiar voice caused her to be slightly startled. A look of astonishment appeared on her face as she froze on the spot.
A white robe hung down from the tree beside her, fluttering gently in the wind. Looking at the corner of the white robe, her heart suddenly trembled, and she instinctively looked up.
She saw a handsome man in snow-white robes leaning against a tree branch. His features were picturesque, and there was a smile in his dark eyes. He was looking at her gently.
"Nine."
That voice called out again. It was just like how he had always addressed her, with his unique warmth and aura.
"Mo Chen …"
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