There was a snap of the fingers.
The thicket of thorns was left in place.
Everything happened in just a few seconds.
Qu Jian'er drew all the surrounding evil forces together and forcibly gathered them into nine points.
The butterfly landed behind the main seat.
At the same time, flames rose up.
In an instant.
The thorn bushes that Han Meng relied on so much were completely consumed by the flames, leaving not even a pinch of ash.
At the same time, the dense oxygen that had been surging like a tide inside the tomb vanished without a trace.
Han Meng looked on incredulously.
Thorns are the embodiment of punishment for sin in the cycle of reincarnation, and they are specifically designed to counter the spells of sorcerers; they are impossible to break through.
What method did the person in front of us use?
Han Meng couldn't believe it: "You..."
Qu Jian'er said bluntly, "I'm sorry, you're very disappointed, aren't you? Well, who told me that I'm born to be cursed by evil and crooked ways?"
Her tone was light and cheerful.
But his face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were cold and icy, as hard and cold as a frozen popsicle.
Qu Jian'er hated these wicked people the most in her life; their appearance meant an increase in her workload.
No wonder she's unhappy.
Han Meng backed away.
They wanted to push the people around them to the front to shield them.
Hiding, avoiding.
She thought of a rumor.
Heaven and earth are fair.
Everything in the universe is interconnected and mutually restraining.
There is always an antidote within a hundred paces of a poisonous substance.
They were triumphant for hundreds of years through reincarnation.
Finally met someone who is both compatible and incompatible with me?
Is this a sign of impending doom?
No, that's impossible.
If Qu Jian'er is really that powerful, why would she let them jump around like that?
Unless Qu Jian'er disdains it.
Han Meng's pupils contracted sharply, and a thunderous roar filled her mind as she was overwhelmed by fear and shock.
One cannot think of it all at once.
I didn't dare to think any further.
Qu Jian'er didn't say anything more.
The willow whip swept across the crowd, heading straight for Han Meng, trapping her with no way to escape in just a few breaths.
With her back against the tomb wall, Han Meng lost half a tube of blood from Qu Jian'er's glare, which was as sharp as a knife.
She knew she was surrounded by death.
In a moment of desperation.
Unwilling to sit idly by and wait for her death, she chose to sacrifice herself.
They wanted to offer their souls to the exalted Lord of Hell, praying for a divine miracle to slay everything.
Han family: "Stop!"
The Sawano family: "Are you crazy!?"
The Han family members couldn't stop him, and hurriedly shouted, "Let's not even talk about whether the underworld exists or whether they are willing to accept your sacrifice. There are plenty of wandering ghosts here. Your sacrifice will not work. Don't do anything foolish!"
pity.
No one can stop Han Meng.
She has given up her soul.
They gave up the opportunity to be reincarnated as humans.
I must win against Qu Jian'er at least once.
---Aside---
(?ˉ?ˉ??) I'm saving up some monthly votes, I'll update something bigger another day. School's started, everyone's happy~
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