Chapter 1489: Yuan Qinglian! You Wanna Die!

After arriving at the Soul Fighting Sect, Emperor Shifang discovered something unusual. The surrounding area was so peaceful that it made people feel puzzled.

It's just that his mental power was injured because of breaking the restriction of the ancient altar, and because of the approaching night, he couldn't do further detection.

Sighing helplessly, Di Shifang shook his head at Lu Jiuque and said, "I'm afraid we really have to go in to find out."

Looking at Di Shifang like this, Lu Jiuque's heart felt tingling.

Taking a deep breath to hide his strangeness, Lu Jiuque nodded and said, "Okay."

After saying that, she summoned Tianyin, Xiao and Aoshuang, stepped forward and took Di Shifang's hand, and said in a low voice: "I will let Tianyin, Xiao and Aoshuang be by your side to protect you, don't leave me too far."

Di Shifang was stunned for a moment, and finally he couldn't laugh or cry: "You let them protect me?"

"Um."

"But...wouldn't that be too much?"

The three beasts are all by his side, so what should she do?

Lu Jiuque hooked his lips, and slowly pulled out the nameless poison knife from the space.

"Not many, besides them and me."

This feeling of being cared for by others, like a warm current, quietly poured into Di Shifang's heart, indescribably ironing and docile.

He turned sideways quietly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly: "Well, I will trouble you."

His warm breath, blowing against her ears, was as seductive as a feather, making her blush involuntarily.

Turning his head and gave Di Shifang a sharp look, Lu Jiuque dragged him towards the foot of the Soul Fighting Zong Mountain, letting go with a cold voice.

"Everyone follow!"

"Yes!"

...

The moment Lu Jiuque stepped into the range of the Fighting Soul Sect, he let go of his mental power, trying to find out a little bit of abnormality, but the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the rustling wind and rustling trees, there was nothing.

The quieter it was, the more vigilant everyone was, and the more they respected Lu Jiuque. If they had just rushed in rashly, they might have fallen into the trap of the person behind the scenes, right?

Nothing was found all the way up, and Lu Jiuque's patience was gradually exhausted. She simply rose up from the sky and plundered towards Soul Fighting Peak——

At the moment when Lu Jiuque and his party stepped under the Douhun Peak, a strong, pungent bloody air rushed towards their faces, like a torrent, almost engulfing them.

Lu Jiuque's heart sank suddenly, he didn't think about it, he tightly grasped the nameless poisonous knife, and struck back——

"Break it for me!!"

Following Lu Jiuque's loud shout, the scene in front of everyone began to crumble.

The calm and peaceful scenes slowly melted away, revealing the mutilated limbs all over the place, the dry and solidified blood donations everywhere, and the scorched and broken walls and ruins.

Is this still the glorious and prosperous Soul Fighting Sect?

Is this still the Soul Fighting School that is full of laughter and joy in their memory?

Here... what the hell happened! !

Everyone's minds went blank, before they had time to recover from such an impact, bursts of piercing sounds swept from all directions, and each blow was a long-planned, deadly surprise attack!

"Lu Jiuque! Go to hell—"

The woman's sharp and ear-piercing laughter almost tore Lu Jiuque's soul apart!

She pushed Di Shifang onto Aoshuang's body, raised her eyes suddenly, and looked at the destructive light falling like a storm, her eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

That pair of eyes that had always exuded a clear light and were as beautiful as black jade were now frighteningly dark and frighteningly dark.

"Yuan Qinglian! You are courting death!!!"