Chapter 117
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Her eyes turned cold and with a flick of her sleeve, there was a light blue glow that appeared where her pulse was.
So the Beast Race's ancient forbidden technique followed a person's primordial spirit and not a mortal's soul.
"Don't come over." Xi Ying looked at her cold smile and she couldn't help trembling.
Her empty eyes were filled with fear and her paper white lips were tightly clenched as she stared right at Luo Qingchen in front of her.
"I won't go over." Her lips curled into an incomparably strong smile. Raising her right hand, the pink golden light in her hand flew out at her heart.
Instantly, Xi Ying's heart was dug out by her bare hands. The heart was only a few centimeters away from Xi Ying's eyes, hanging in front of her eyes.
Luo Qingchen revealed a faint smile. She stood several meters away from her, not willing to approach this heart that she felt was incomparably dirty.
In her eyes, the filth of the soul was much more disgusting than the body.
"When you dug out my heart in the past and threw me off Phoenix Feather City, did you ever think that this day would come?"
This was like a person's job, whether it was a martial arts assassin or a mountain villager. Their hands can be stained with blood, their hands can be stained with mud. But as long as their heart was clean, they were an upright person in her eyes.
As for Xi Ying in front of her, her soul was filled with filth and even her heart floating in the air was covered in a black aura.
She waved her right hand and Xi Ying's hands and feet lost the pink light around her as she fell to the ground.
The Wu people were different from mortals and the Witch Lord was personally chosen by the Witch God. Although they were different from the people of the Heaven Race, they still had a small amount of spiritual energy and cultivation.
Because of this, even if Xi Ying's heart was dug out, she did not immediately die.
Only blood slowly flowed out of her seven orifices and her lips trembled as she looked at Luo Qingchen. Her eyes rolled back and they were filled with hatred.
"Luo — — Luo — — You … … Won't … …"
"He, he, won't have a good death?" Luo Qingchen gave a cold snort and directly cut off her unclear words, "Did I have a good death when I sacrificed my life to the Sacrificial Spiritual Sword?"
She used to be so arrogant, relying on her identity as the Wu people's Witch Lord and relying on her body to steal Ling Yao. She thought she had everything, including Ling Xiu's love.
But she didn't know that even with this body, she had never received a single trace of love from Ling Xiu.
"I definitely … … .Won't ….. let ….. you." She gritted her teeth, blood gushing out of her mouth. She used all her strength to say a complete sentence.
Luo Qing Chen looked at her with cold eyes before curling her lips into a smile, "Could it be that you think that the one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine girls you threw into the beastmen island would let you go?"
With a faint smile on her lips, she raised the Falling Pistil Pearl in her right hand, and the gates of hell below Phoenix Feather Terrace slowly opened.
In an instant, Dolls' laughter, cries, and noises could be heard from the depths of hell.
It was eerie, strange, and terrifying.
"No, I won't go!" She used the last bit of her weak voice to shout out in despair.
But no one could break the barrier to save her, or rather no one came forward to attack the Immortal Barrier … …
"Do you know that they are waiting for you?" Luo Qingchen narrowed her eyes and softly waved her sleeve. Xi Ying's body was instantly pushed by a powerful force and she fell towards the Immortal Barrier.
After that — —
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