Chapter 187: Funeral for You

The person who came was a woman. She was wearing a black hooded cape, her face was pale, even her lips were pale, but there were a few drops of bright red blood splashing on her face, which made her look a bit more bizarre and beautiful.

She was slender, but she held a death sickle that was taller than her body. The cold blade was shining, and a trace of blood slid down the blade, and finally dripped gently from the tip onto the ground.

"Demon cultivator."

The Buddhist child Jia Jing looked at the woman in front of him quietly. She had an ordinary and featureless appearance, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle. Even though she was filled with a dark aura, she looked quite gentle, without a trace of the madness and viciousness of a demon cultivator.

The woman smiled faintly and did not deny it. After hearing the sound of breaking through the air from behind her, she casually swung the death sickle backwards, and a crazy and fierce demonic energy invaded.

"Clang!"

A crisp metal collision sound suddenly erupted, and the demonic energy and spiritual energy collided violently. The invisible shock wave was visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions, making an explosion sound.

The enemy was repelled by her, and the woman took back the death sickle. Her voice was gentle and a little weak: "The second prince is really merciless."

"Jiang Niannian!"

The second prince Xuan Yuanye stared at the fifth prince's wife Jiang Niannian, who was wearing a black cloak and smiling, with cold and sharp eyes: "I didn't expect it would be you!"

"Where is the fifth prince?"

When Xuan Yuanye saw the person in front of him, his first reaction was that Jiang Niannian was a traitor, so did the fifth prince know about this?

That guy has always been extremely afraid of things, not wanting to get involved in anything. When encountering anything, he just wants to refuse, as if he just wants to be lazy.

But Xuan Yuanye knows that it's because the fifth prince doesn't want to fight or fight. In fact, he is the one who hides the most among all the princes and princesses!

Jiang Niannian frowned slightly and smiled nonchalantly: "Who knows, he is with you, I don't know either."

Xuan Yuanye narrowed his eyes. With the wisdom of the fifth prince, he couldn't be unaware of the problem with Jiang Niannian, but he said nothing, acting as if he didn't notice it at all.

Is he pretending not to know?

Xuan Yuanye didn't believe it. There is no such stupid love in this world. Only interests are the real problem.

Jiang Niannian must have the same interests as the fifth prince, so they can cooperate!

And this interest is also very obvious.

Xuan Yuanye thought for a moment, stared at Jiang Niannian, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Deliberately broke through the barrier and killed so many of their subordinates, not letting any of them go. His methods were cruel and ruthless. It was obvious at a glance that he hated the Xuanyuan clan to the core.

"That's a good question, but I'm not going to tell you. Only the dead can make me feel at ease."

Jiang Niannian smiled faintly, holding the death sickle that was bigger than her body, and attacked Xuan Yuanye without hesitation.

In her usually gentle eyes, there was a cold murderous intent that could not be ignored, and a chilling hatred.

"I said, are we just going to watch like this?"

You Wumeng looked at the others who were motionless, and didn't know why he felt a little speechless.

"Don't worry, the people behind will be here soon."

Feng Budu clapped his hands with his folding fan and said lightly.

"Well, it's really good. As expected of the master of the Mortal Realm, the Xuanyuan clan has a strong foundation."

The sword demon Luo Mingyin had no interest in the little brat who was about to come, nor in the grudges between Jiang Niannian and Xuan Yuanye. He just wanted to rush in and have a big fight!

He carried a big sword, showing a rebellious and arrogant smile, and looked eager to try: "Leave the guy in the distraction period inside to me!"

Luo Mingyin licked his lips excitedly, and without waiting for everyone to answer, his figure was like a black lightning, directly passing through the city gate, sweeping up a gust of wind.

Before the wind stopped, he had already disappeared.

"This guy still loves to fight."

Zhang Xichen sighed lightly, his eyes indifferent: "Then leave the late-stage monk on the left to me."

Jiajing put his hands together, his eyebrows and eyes peaceful: "Amitabha, the remaining one will be handed over to me for salvation."

Their voices were very calm, and they gently decided the fate of the powerful people hidden in the Xuanyuan clan.

You Wuyu looked at the people who rushed from the city, and his voice was cold: "I really didn't expect that the mortal realm could also cultivate to this level!"

There are restrictions in the mortal realm. No matter how powerful a genius is, without sufficient resources and environmental restrictions, it is impossible to improve oneself to this level, but these people have actually cultivated to this level.

"The smell of blood is very strong. Their path of cultivation is to step on countless corpses and flesh."

Feng Budu opened his folding fan and waved it gently, as if he wanted to blow away the foul smell of blood that he smelled at the tip of his nose. There was a coldness in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"It's really stinky, especially this girl who just arrived!"

The fourth princess, who had just rushed over, was shocked when she saw Jiang Niannian fighting with Xuan Yuanye.

But before she could react, she heard a light mockery in her ears.

"What is it?"

The sharpness of the monks far exceeds that of ordinary people. The fourth princess looked at the person who spoke with cold eyes.

He was dressed in green and had a very superior appearance, but his eyes were extremely unpleasant.

If someone looked at her like this at other times, the fourth princess would have dug out his eyes.

"Who are you to dare to speak to me like this!"

The fourth princess pulled out the long whip wrapped around her waist and swung it lightly. With a loud click, a huge and dark crack appeared on the ground.

Feng Budu covered his face with a folding fan, revealing only a pair of gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes.

"You are still a princess, you are really a freeloader. No matter how gorgeous and beautiful your appearance is, you can't hide your bloody and ugly heart."

Upon hearing this, the fourth princess flashed a murderous intent in her eyes. Her eyes were contemptuous and sarcastic: "Since you can't control your mouth, then take it with you to death."

Oh, another hypocrite. I don't know how lucky those bastards are to be her power.

Feng Budu smiled lightly and closed his folding fan: "Do you want to fight? Then please remember my name. Feng Budu will bury you."

As soon as the sound came, the fourth princess's long whip attacked, sweeping with a sharp and terrifying murderous aura.

"Friend Wen, aren't you going to help?"

You Wuyu and You Wumeng followed Wen Rugu to hide aside, but still couldn't help asking.

Feng Budu's cultivation is suppressed now, but the opposite is a intact Yuanying period cultivator. Is he really her opponent?

"It doesn't matter, just leave it to him."

Wen Rugu didn't care and walked towards the people inside.

There are so many people to deal with, and the little sister and the third brother must be found. How can we waste time here at the city gate?

I can only kill the gods and Buddhas.

Wen Rugu smiled gently and pulled out the cold knife.

Dressed in white, he looked like an immortal, approaching the eldest prince and his companions step by step.

He did not do anything, but he made everyone feel an invisible pressure, and their hair stood on end. Even their breathing became cold and stagnant.

As long as they were within his domain, no one could escape.