Chapter 782 Let's See Who Will Have the Last Laugh in This Round

After Situ Gongqing finished drawing the cake, he turned around and bowed respectfully to the Underworld Demonic Tree.

"The holy tree is up there. Now that this person has escaped, I am afraid that he will leak what happened here."

"For the sake of safety, I would like to ask Gui Xu to take action and set up a divine formation to avoid being discovered by Qionghua's people."

"At the same time, as the auspicious day is approaching, it is time to invite Fairy Xian'er to visit the Huangquan Sword Sect and help me and others."

The ancient Huangquan tree that was supposed to be dead was filled with brilliance. After a moment, a mummy hung in front of the two of them, nodding gently to show their agreement.

Situ Yan was overjoyed, and Situ Gongqing also had a smile on his face. He took out a beautifully embroidered red wedding dress, held it in both hands, and handed it out respectfully.

"Please also ask the Holy Tree to put this dress on Fairy Xian'er to cover up the Fairy's aura so that she can act more conveniently."

In the Immortal Palace, the simple blue scabbard glowed with a faint green light, and several green branches sprang out from the scabbard like living creatures.

Soon the branches flew back with the red wedding dress, and the female corpse flew into the air and floated in mid-air.

The green branches covered her with a bright red wedding dress and a bright red hijab, hiding the magic on her body.

After a moment, the scabbard retracted the branches, and the female body in a red wedding dress flew out of the fairy palace.

Outside the hall, corpses of gods and demons were waiting in formation, carrying a broken jade chariot in their hands.

The female corpse fell on the jade chariot and was steadily lifted up by the corpse of the god and demon. It rose into the air and landed in front of Situ Gongqing and Situ Yan.

Situ Yan looked at the female corpse wearing a red wedding dress, and his face couldn't help but show ecstasy.

"Xian'er! I can finally marry you openly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Underworld Demonic Tree suddenly became furious. A thick vine sprang out like a snake and struck Situ Yan hard on the face, sending him flying away.

Situ Yan stood up awkwardly, and saw the mummies hanging from the Underworld Demon Tree staring at Situ Yan and roaring.

Situ Gongqing said quickly: "Yan'er just spoke carelessly for a moment, please forgive me for asking the holy tree, business is more important now!"

He glared at Situ Yan and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you invite the Supreme One quickly?"

Situ Yan's eyes were dark, he nodded slowly, and recited the ancient and mysterious mantra with Situ Gongqing.

As the obscure spell continued to reverberate in the air, the Underworld Demonic Tree also began to sway violently.

It releases bursts of strange and treacherous fluctuations, causing the corpses and souls of the surrounding gods and demons to surround it like moths to a flame.

After a while, the sky suddenly changed color and became violently turbulent.

A huge whirlpool seemed to tear the sky apart, and a heart-stopping power emerged from it, as if it could swallow up everything.

In the sky, a huge female face slowly condensed into shape, and those eyes turned out to be strange, different-colored pupils.

She was like a superior god, looking down at the world indifferently, exuding endless majesty and oppression.

Situ Gongqing and Situ Gongqing hurriedly bowed together and said: "I have seen you and you are not the supreme master!"

A mighty and cold divine voice came down from the sky like thunder: "Mr. Situ, why do you want to see me?"

Situ Gongqing told the situation in detail, and his huge face couldn't help but show a hint of dissatisfaction.

"No matter why Ye Xuefeng appears here, find him as soon as possible and kill him. Don't ruin my plan!"

Situ Gongqing nodded and said: "I know that the incident happened suddenly. Please ask the Supreme Lord to cooperate with the Holy Tree in advance and use the Heavenly Divine Formation to prevent the secrets here from being leaked."

A hint of impatience flashed across the woman's face, and then the huge face suddenly shattered into a deep whirlpool.

In the whirlpool, the billowing soul mist pours down like a raging black waterfall, greedily absorbed by the Underworld Demon Tree.

These soul mist then turned into wisps of black mist, gently drifting from the leaf tips, and quickly filled the core area of ​​the entire god and demon monument.

The soul mist destroyed by Lin Fengmian miraculously recovered under the nourishment of the magic tree, and became thicker and thicker, like thick ink.

The underworld demon tree emitted bursts of strange fluctuations, the trunk swayed violently, the branches and leaves were rubbing, and the red magic lines on it flowed rapidly like blood, shining with a strange light, which was frightening.

In the void, little bits of blood suddenly appeared. They quickly gathered into streams and finally sank into the earthen graves on the ground.

It was actually the remains and souls of the gods and demons that had been devoured by Lin Fengmian with the power of returning to the ruins. Under its pull, they returned to this place.

Affected by it, the originally turbulent Yellow Spring gradually calmed down, like a calm mirror-like lake surface, clearly reflecting the outline of the surrounding gods, demons and monuments, like a dream.

Then, a dazzling brilliance soared into the sky from the center of Huangquan, illuminating the entire world. The light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

Under the illumination of this brilliance, the core area seemed to be distorted by invisible forces, and all the scenes became dreamlike, like an illusory fairyland.

This strange scene dissipated in just a moment, and everything returned to its original appearance.

But on the Underworld Demonic Tree, those blood cocoons have disappeared, and there is no trace of the Immortal Palace under the tree.

Only a seemingly dead magic tree was left standing alone, revealing endless mystery and gloom.

After a while, hundreds of ghosts cleared the way, and the gods and demons carried the body, carrying a jade chariot and slowly flying out of the mist of the underworld.

The female corpse was sitting on the sedan chair, and the bright red wedding dress was flying freely in the fog. This extremely weird scene was enough to scare any mortal.

Situ Gongqing and the other two led the way in front, and Situ Yan was trying to erase the bruises on his face.

He touched the place on his face where he was hit by the Yellow Spring Demon Tree, his eyes were as cold as frost, full of unwillingness and forbearance.

Situ Gongqing noticed this scene, patted him on the shoulder gently, and said in a voice transmission: "Yan'er, a little impatience will ruin a big plan!"

"It won't be arrogant for long. When our plan comes true, I will do what I promised you and let her be your wife!"

Situ Yan nodded and responded calmly: "Don't worry, ancestor, I know the difference between the important and the unimportant!"

Situ Gongqing showed a satisfied smile and instructed: "Then I will go to find that kid. You must be careful when you go back and don't let anyone notice."

Situ Yan hummed and saluted respectfully: "Farewell, ancestor!"

As Situ Gongqing left, the unwillingness and forbearance in Situ Yan's eyes were quickly replaced by a hint of hidden sarcasm.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Let's see who will have the last laugh in this round.

Is it you, me, her, or it?

Situ Yan looked back at the female corpse in the jade chariot, his eyes full of tenderness and fatigue, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes and carried countless unknown secrets.

But that look soon disappeared, and he calmly disappeared into the layers of fog with the female corpse carried by the gods and demons.