Chapter 1089
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A black cloak covered his entire body.
The black brocade clothes under the cloak were of high quality and were embroidered with strange totems with golden threads.
The pair of eyes under the cloak were as cold as a poisonous snake, revealing an evil chill.
Such a person, just by looking at his appearance, one could tell that he was not someone to be trifled with.
"A bunch of trash." An indifferent voice, without any emotion.
The holy technique's gaze swept past and saw the bodies of those black robed protectors exploded.
Instantly, the entire tunnel was filled with flesh and blood.
A strong smell of blood filled the air.
Ye Qing Luo's brows tightened.
The tunnel was too narrow and she had tried her best to avoid the splattered flesh and blood.
But there was still a small amount of flesh and blood that landed on her.
Her brows tightened even more as she stared at that person vigilantly.
This holy technique …
It was different from the one she met outside the Ling Ling King's tomb.
This holy technique was obviously crueler, more arrogant and more arrogant.
He was extremely confident in himself.
Take his act of directly killing these black-robed protectors as an example.
It was enough to prove his confidence in himself.
He was declaring war on Ye Qing Luo.
He didn't need these …. useless people who dragged him down to help.
He alone was enough to deal with her.
The dark forces were well aware of some of her abilities, such as the Divine Dragon and the White Tiger.
And this holy technique, knowing that she had the protection of the Divine Dragon and White Tiger, was still so confident.
Then there were only two answers.
First, he didn't get the news from the dark forces and didn't know that she had the Divine Dragon and White Tiger, so he dared to be so arrogant.
Second, his ability was so strong that … he didn't fear the existence of the Divine Dragon and White Tiger.
The current situation …
Was afraid that it was the second answer.
The relationship between the holy technique and Ye Qing Qian was obviously not ordinary.
If Ye Qing Qian was around, it was impossible that the holy technique didn't know anything about her.
Just when Ye Qing Luo was extremely vigilant, the holy technique lowered his eyes and stared at the woman in his arms after killing the other black robed protectors, "Does it hurt?"
Ye Qing Qian was drowsy and her beautiful eyes looked at the man who was hugging her as her lips curled into a relaxed smile, "Yes."
The Saint Law's gaze turned cold as his line of sight fell upon Ye Qing Ling who was curled up in the corner and retching incessantly.
Ye Qing Ling was stunned by his gaze and her delicate body trembled as she looked at the holy technique.
"You, take care of her." His ice-cold voice carried a chilling aura. "If there's even the slightest mistake, this holy technique … will make you wish you were dead."
Ye Qing Ling shuddered as she walked towards them with weak legs.
The minute they got close, the holy technique had already pressed Ye Qing Qian's entire body onto her.
Ye Qing Ling barely managed to stabilize her body and carefully hugged Ye Qing Qian as she half-knelt on the ground. She placed Ye Qing Qian on her body before she dared to look at the holy technique.
"Give her medicine."
Saying that, he threw down a medicine bottle and directly walked towards Ye Qing Luo's direction.
Ye Qing Ling trembled as she clutched the bottle tightly. Looking at Ye Qing Qian who was lying on her lap, her face was filled with fear.
She had been with the dark forces for almost two months.
Naturally, he knew the status of the Four Great Saint Techniques in the dark forces.
She had never expected this.
His sister actually had such a close relationship with the Holy Technique.
Just now when the holy technique looked at her, his gaze was cold and bone-chilling.
It seemed that as long as he moved his eyelashes slightly, he could take away her life.
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