Chapter 835
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As soon as her voice falls, the Spiritual Power within Mu Yan's body suddenly erupts.
The Tian Mo Qin in his hand flashes, instantly transforming into seven long swords.
[Seven Swords Spirits] activated!
The attacks of Ling Lan, Green Bamboo, and Leng Qingwan instantly fell on the Seven Swords Spirit.
Mu Yan fiercely spits out a mouthful of blood, her frail body on the verge of collapse.
But at the same time, the thunderclouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the tribulation lightning fell faster and faster.
"Ah —!!" Finally, Ling Lan was struck by a bolt of tribulation lightning.
He let out a blood-curdling screech. In an instant, not even a trace of his flesh could be seen before he was turned into ashes.
Green Bamboo stared blankly at this scene, her face pale.
The fear and despair brought by the shadow of death slowly surfaced in her eyes.
"No, no! I don't want to die! I don't want to die here! "
"Jun Muyan, stop … quickly stop!"
Green Bamboo's hair was disheveled, and even the sword in her hand was lost somewhere.
Her face was ferocious like an evil spirit. She bared her fangs and brandished her claws as she pounced towards Mu Yan. "Bitch, go die! How can I, a dignified Immortal, die in this damned place! Ahhh —!! "
Mu Yan looks at her fiendish appearance as she pounces over, and only smiles coldly.
He moved back a few meters.
Blinding lightning flashed and thunder roared.
A bolt of rainbow-colored lightning struck the spot where she had just been standing.
Green Bamboo was just about to pounce on him when he suddenly raised his head. The ferocious expression on his face instantly turned into one of panic and despair.
"Ahhh!" The short scream came to an abrupt end.
The thunder and lightning blasted a huge hole in the ground. Dust and stones flew everywhere, and not even bones were left.
But this time, Mu Yan was also affected a little.
His clothes were scorched, and even his hair was slightly curled.
Her face was frighteningly pale, and blood kept flowing from the corners of her mouth and the wounds on her body.
With her frail body, she can only use the [Seven Absolute Swords] transformed from the Tian Mo Qin to barely support herself so that she won't collapse.
However, when her line of sight meets Leng Qingwan's venomous and cold eyes, the corners of Muyan's mouth once again hooks up into a lazy and mocking smile.
Leng Qingwan gritted her teeth.
She didn't understand why this woman could still smile when death was at hand. Why wasn't he afraid at all?
What she didn't understand even more was that as the dignified Young Master of Tian Yi Men, dealing with a mortal woman should have been an easy task.
But why was it that she still couldn't kill this b * tch after spending so much effort, losing a few trusted subordinates, and even sacrificing her Primordial Spirit clone?
The thunder in the sky grew louder and louder.
The entire Wuwang Mountains had turned into a sea of fire and corpses.
In just a little more time, this undulating mountain range would be completely razed to the ground.
And now, the dense tribulation lightning was slowly approaching the two of them.
There was no way to escape from this inescapable net.
Leng Qingwan takes a deep breath, her face once again revealing a proud smile, "Do you think that you've won just like that?"
"You will definitely die under the God-slaying Thunder Tribulation, but I will only lose some cultivation."
"After you die, how long will the Emperor remember you, and how long will he keep his chastity for you?"
Her lips curled up into a smug and cruel smile. "In the end, you can only have everything you have if you're alive. There will be a day when the Emperor will forget you, and be moved by my tenderness and companionship. At that time, I will still be the final winner. "
A trace of pain and absent-mindedness flashed through Muyan's eyes.
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