Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 346: Raising Gods 26

Although the cold words were weak, they were filled with strong hostility.

The pressure released by the angry Taoist Master caused the sky and earth to change color instantly. The monsters within a hundred miles were trembling in fear, and the cultivators under the altar could not bear it and fainted.

Lan Qi, who was spitting blood, looked extremely bad, and the others were not much better, staring at Qiu Yueming with vicious eyes.

These people were the "food" captured by the succubus's power in Yecheng. When they saw Qing Wan trying to protect Qiu Yueming at all costs, the jealous rage almost burned out their shaky sanity.

Lu Huaichuan, the leader of the Danxia Immortal Sect, stared at Qing Wan, who was protecting the seriously injured Qiu Yueming, with his pair of affectionate and sparkling peach blossom eyes hiding a morbid and burning obsession.

He curled his lips and smiled lightly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Lan Qi is stupid and is probably just afraid that Qing Wan will cause trouble again."

Lu Huaichuan's voice was gentle and soft, and his eyes, as handsome as a demon, were filled with cold mockery.

"Alright, alright, you take the rest of the punishment..."

"no!!"

Before Lu Huaichuan could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qing Wan's cold voice. She protected the seriously injured Qiu Yueming, quietly made a gesture to force him to be silent, and looked at Lu Huaichuan through the veil.

"This matter was caused by me. If you must ask for an explanation, you should look for me!"

Qiu Yueming's brows suddenly tightened, and when he was about to pull Qing into his arms, his heart was suddenly pinched by an invisible force and shattered in an instant.

His pupils constricted, his body could no longer support itself, and he staggered to the ground when Qing Wan held him steadily.

Qiu Yueming's true form is a group of evil thoughts. The heart is not important to him, but after losing it suddenly, he will fall into a short sleep due to weakness.

This is a secret known only to him.

His dark and violent gaze suddenly turned to a certain direction, and he saw a disciple standing in the corner, with the corners of his mouth curved meaningfully and a rose tattooed on his Adam's apple.

That is the mark of the void world.

He smiled wantonly and said silently: "You're welcome."

Then it disappeared completely in an instant without anyone noticing.

The murderous intent in Qiuyue's eyes almost became real. When her consciousness fell completely asleep, she exhausted all her spiritual power and silently helped Qing to protect his heart and spirit.

All of this happened in just a few seconds.

Qing Wan thought Qiu Yueming was just unconscious due to severe injuries, so she did not check carefully. After carefully holding the person up with her spirit body, she vigilantly stared at a group of people who were eyeing him covetously not far away.

She herself knew that even if there were various reasons, the consequences had already been caused. Innocent people died because of her, so she should pay the price for it.

Qiu Yueming said that this is cause and effect.

As his only disciple, she didn't want the bright and handsome Taoist to be tarnished because of her.

Qing Wan's expression was solemn and cold, but Lu Huaichuan, who was being stared at by her, had trembling fingertips and a faint flush on his face.

He stared at Qing Wan with naked and straightforward eyes, and the curve of his lips contained a bit of strange fanaticism.

"Explain? Ha! Yes, explain."

Lu Huaichuan murmured strangely, his eyes were ambiguous and dark, "What if I say that Qiu Yueming must be pierced with these nine soul-resurrecting nails and endured these fifty whips?"

"Then step over my dead body!" Qing Wan responded without hesitation.

She pulled Fen Ji out of her sea of ​​consciousness, stood in front of Qiu Yueming, and said in a murderous voice, "Unless I die, don't even think about touching a hair on his head today!!"

After hearing this, Lu Huaichuan and other people who were captured by the succubus's power had their expressions distorted to varying degrees.

Qin Fengmian, the leader of the Jiuhan Sect, was the most impatient. The torture of the past half month had already made him feel miserable, and now seeing Qing Wan risking her life to protect others, he became even more jealous and lost all his mind.

Without saying a word, he rushed down unexpectedly with his natal sword in hand. The others saw him and followed him immediately for fear that they would be preempted and have Qing Wan snatched away by him.

In an instant, the entire altar was filled with overwhelming pressure, murderous aura, and sword intent. Qing Wan stood in front of Qiu Yueming and did not retreat even a single step.

No matter what, she must take her master away today!

Fen Ji split a wind blade, and the remaining power tore the sleeves wrapped around her body. The peony fragrance that was covered underneath finally found a way out, and floated in the air, swaying along with the fine feathers brought by the rolling dark clouds, and dispersed in all directions.

Duan Chenming, the leader of the Qishan Sword Sect who was the farthest away, watched the scene in fear. His junior brother was not there, and he could not make up his mind. He was hesitant and thought about leaving secretly.

So he secretly ran to the altar, and the long wind blew in the drizzle, bringing the fragrance of peony to his nose.

Duan Chenming paused abruptly, and no one noticed this scene.

Qing Wan, who was in the center of the altar, found it increasingly difficult to cope with the situation. After all, the people in front of her were all among the strongest in the six realms. If they hadn't been concerned about hurting her, she would have died countless times.

What was even more terrible was that under the clash of wind blades and sword intent, the clothes wrapped around her body were torn into several holes, and through the drizzle, she smelled the fragrance of peony.

The closer someone is to her, the greater the impact on them.

Especially Lu Huaichuan, his pupils were dilating with excitement, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were fixed on her fanatically and morbidly.

“…Qing Wan…Wan Wan…”

Lu Huaichuan's weird tone became more and more crazy, and the curve of his lips became bigger and bigger. Even though his shoulder was pierced by Fen Ji, he did not show any obsession.

"Baby, so cute..."

For some reason, his murmur made Qing Wan feel extremely familiar, as if someone had repeated this in her ear countless times in such a sticky and obscene way, panting.

She frowned slightly, pulled out Fen Ji suddenly, kicked him away, and was very disgusted.

At the same time, she also realized that if things continued like this, this place would soon become another Yecheng.

Gotta leave quickly.

She gritted her teeth to buy herself a moment to catch her breath, not daring to delay at all, and cut her palm with Fen Ji, and blood instantly flowed all over the pattern on the sword.

Qing Wan's face turned visibly pale, and the hand holding Fen Ji was shaking. He quickly drew the rune according to the forbidden technique he had seen in the library.

Qin Fengmian noticed her intention, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he became extremely panicked.

"Qing Wan..."

His voice was hoarse, and he stretched out his hand to grab someone, but in the end, a flash of light suddenly passed by and he still grabbed nothing.

At the same time, the man watching this scene through the water mirror curled his lips, and the strange red rose on his Adam's apple looked like it was painted in blood, with an ominous color.

He opened his narrow and enchanting eyes and looked at a field not far away, where large patches of roses stretched from the sky to the ground, with no end in sight.

Under the flowers, there was a thick layer of fallen rose petals, on which lay a baby of about two or three years old.