1497 Defu, I heard it wrong
The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were afraid that Lan Jingyang would destroy the formation without a care; Lan Jingyang was worried that the Ninth Prince would not care about the consequences and would kill him...
The two sides just remained in a stalemate, and no one made the first move.
Feng Qingchen frowned, and the hand holding the gun moved slightly, but Lan Jingyang did not miss such a slight movement. As soon as Feng Qingchen moved, Lan Jingyang pointed the folding fan in his hand at the crystal coffin, full of threat.
It's not easy to kill him.
If Feng Qingchen dares to move, he will destroy the formation, and if they die, everyone will die together.
Scumbag. Feng Qingchen cursed and put away his gun. Lan Jingyang also raised his folding fan.
The two sides continue to confront each other!
Time passed by minute by minute, and Feng Qingchen became a little worried. This was not a solution. Doudou was still waiting outside for them to rescue her, and they didn't have time to waste with Lan Jingyang.
Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Uncle, who seemed to sense something and turned to Feng Qingchen and nodded, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
Lan Jingyang didn't dare to move, they just had to find an opportunity.
Lan Jingyang really didn't dare to move, but his not moving didn't mean that everything was fine.
Click, click... As soon as Lan Jingyang moved his hand, the direction of the blood flow changed. The blood did not drip on the human bones, but on the crystal coffin.
"What's that sound?" Feng Qingchen looked down and saw blood droplets falling onto the crystal coffin, then flowing to the side of the human bones, and then the blood disappeared...
"What's going on?" Feng Qingchen's head was confused and his back felt cold.
Pulling the Ninth Prince back, this thing is too scary.
"Oh no, the formation has been activated." The Ninth Prince took a look and found that the bones on the crystal coffin had all turned blood red at some point, and then all flew into the air.
"Oh no..." Lan Jingyang's face changed drastically. At this time, he didn't care about framing the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen. He threw Feng Li Qingge in his hand forward and prepared to leave.
But it was too late.
The wolf bones piled on the ground suddenly floated up as if they had life. Seeing Lan Jingyang running out, a wolf skull hit his chest, causing Lan Jingyang to crash into the ice peak behind him.
When the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen realized something was wrong, they prepared to step back, but their legs seemed to be fixed in place and they could not move at all.
"I can't be so unlucky." Feng Qingchen said with a bitter face.
Doudou was right. Lan Jingyang and Feng Li Qingge were troublemakers, and every time they got into trouble, it was always her and the Ninth Prince who suffered.
"This is a resurrection formation. We are not the ones who activated the formation. Even if there is danger, it is not us." The Ninth Prince said calmly.
"I hope so." Feng Qingchen took a breath and calmed his worries.
They have been surrounded by the witch formation, and neither of them has the power to fight back. What else can they do except wait.
Lan Jingyang fell to the ground, looked at the two people surrounded by bones, smiled softly, and closed his eyes in satisfaction...
The white bones formed a vortex, which rotated around the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen like a sharp blade, and flesh and blood flew out with the vortex.
"It hurts so much." Feng Qingchen looked at the flesh and blood on his arm that was scraped off by the white bones, feeling so depressed.
This is torture!
The Ninth Prince was not in a much better condition. Except for his face, he was covered in wounds and blood. However, the Ninth Prince did not feel much pain. He just felt distressed when he saw Feng Qingchen's face turning pale due to pain.
The Ninth Prince has been trying to break free from the control in order to protect Feng Qingchen.
Time and again, the Ninth Prince was sweating profusely. He tried to move his legs countless times, but he could not take a single step forward.
"Damn it." The Ninth Prince cursed softly. When he saw a piece of wolf bone scraping towards Feng Qingchen's face, he became anxious and broke free from the restraints and knocked Feng Qingchen to the ground.
The wolf bone flew past the back of the Ninth Prince and scraped off a piece of flesh, but the Ninth Prince felt fortunate.
"Don't be afraid, we will be fine." The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen in his arms. For the first time, he was thankful that Feng Qingchen was so petite, and his arms could protect Feng Qingchen from the wind and rain.
"I'm fine, let me go." Feng Qingchen found that his legs could move again, and he quickly pushed the Ninth Uncle away.
The Ninth Prince protected her under his body, which meant that the Ninth Prince had to endure the torture of those bones alone.
"Don't move. I will be fine." The Ninth Prince's arms were already showing white bones, his face was pale, but his hands were pressing down on Feng Qingchen tightly, refusing to let Feng Qingchen raise his head.
"Nothing will happen. Do you think I'm a fool?" Feng Qingchen cursed angrily, but she was not as strong as the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen could not resist and could only curse.
"..." The Ninth Prince did not say anything. He just looked up at the densely packed white bone knives, thinking about how to rush out.
If this continues, he and Feng Qingchen will soon be reduced to two pieces of bones. They must fight back.
The Ninth Prince picked up the sword on the ground, picked up Feng Qingchen, and holding the sword alone, he beat back the skeletons around him one by one, but...
After being beaten back, these bones came back around again, and after being broken into countless pieces, the number kept increasing.
"This is not a solution." After hitting twice, the Ninth Prince knew that he couldn't move anymore, but he absolutely couldn't stand here and let these bones torture him.
The flesh on the back of the Ninth Prince had been cut to pieces, and his consciousness was a little unclear. He didn't know how long he could protect Feng Qingchen.
The Ninth Prince stumbled and kicked the crystal coffin beside him. His eyes lit up and he kicked the crystal coffin with a loud bang...
The lid of the crystal coffin flew up, and with a gust of wind, the woman lying inside instantly turned into a pile of bones. Feng Qingchen had been lowering his head and happened to see this scene.
This grayed out too quickly.
"Hurry, hide inside." The Ninth Prince stuffed Feng Qingchen into the crystal coffin.
"No..." Feng Qingchen opened her mouth to refuse, but her refusal was ineffective.
Feng Qingchen fell into the crystal coffin. With a click, the bones under him shattered. The blood behind him soon dyed the crystal coffin red. The bead that Feng Li Qingge mistook for the Snow Wolf Bead was also stained with Feng Qingchen's blood, emitting a faint golden light in the corner.
Unfortunately, it was such a mess at the moment that no one could see clearly.
The Ninth Prince did not dare to close the coffin, fearing that Feng Qingchen would suffocate to death inside. He simply used his body to block Feng Qingchen, with a smile on his stern face: "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."
The Ninth Prince was like a bloody man at this moment, with blood flowing continuously, dyeing the skeleton of the wizard beside him red, as well as the bead under the skeleton that was exactly the same as the one in the crystal coffin.
The beads shone with golden light, connected to the beads inside the crystal coffin...
The Ninth Prince was numb from the pain, and his mind was also dizzy. Just when he thought he was going to fall into darkness, a sinister voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Same... forbidden spell. Die... die. Live, together..." Same life forbidden spell, die, die together; live, live together.
The sound was very light, like a feather brushing past his ear, and with the white bones flying around his ears, the sound disappeared before the Ninth Prince could hear it clearly.
"Qingchen, what did you hear?" The Ninth Prince asked in a low voice while looking at Feng Qingchen lying in the crystal coffin.
"What?" Feng Qingchen asked blankly.
"It's okay, just lie down, I'll go and lead these bones away." Perhaps he had heard it wrong, the Ninth Prince frowned slightly and ignored the strange sound.
No matter whether this was some forbidden spell or a resurrection formation, it had nothing to do with him. What he had to do now was to protect Feng Qingchen and let her leave alive.
As for Lan Jingyang, he will have to settle this account sooner or later...
Words to readers: Happy Chinese Valentine's Day! May all lovers in the world finally get married and live together till old age. On Chinese Valentine's Day... Qingchen and Jiujiu will share life from now on, different in life but together in death, which can be regarded as fulfilling Jiujiu's wish: Before I die, I will kill you first! Hahahaha...