Chapter 947                                                             

These black shadows are human figures, but have no facial features, which are very similar to the former raiders.

A mute and unpleasant voice sounded from all directions, as if the sound of a demon was heard.

"It's human..."

"Humans in the Spiritual Holy Realm..."

"What a strong luck, her flesh and blood must be very delicious."

"Eat her, eat her..."

These black shadows looked at Si Fuqing and their whole body trembled with extreme excitement.

Without Meng Xuanche issued another order, the black shadow rushed towards Si Fuqing with lightning speed.

Si Fuqing's movements were very fast.

She tilted her toes and retreated backwards. While she moved sideways, she gathered her strength to slam her palm forward.

A very rough and fierce attack without any moves.

"Bang!"

The black shadow rushing in front exploded, without even wailing, and soon disappeared without any trace, as if it did not exist.

But there are more dark shadows swarming up.

They rush to make strange screams, which made people's scalp numb and their eardrums tremble.

Meng Xuanche breathed slowly.

He first glanced at the shadows with extreme fear, then lowered his head and looked at his palm.

Black veins appeared on the originally white and soft palms.

These veins are trembling slightly, and there is a tendency to expand, as if they are going to devour everything.

Meng Xuanche closed his palms, clenched his fists, and his eyes were cold.

He is not wrong!

This is the path he chose, and he will not fail.

Only by seeing the power that truly belongs to the gods can these ignorant mortals who are still resisting understand what an insurmountable mountain is.

Mountains cannot be overturned, and the sea will not dry up.

Fleet struggle and resistance before death are useless.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the black shadow had completely submerged Si Fuqing.

At first, you could hear the blast of the attack, but now, even the sound of air vibration has disappeared.

Meng Xuanche carried his hands on his back, his expression faint.

He didn't lie at all.

At the beginning, he did not want to kill Si Fuqing.

At that time, his feelings for Si Fuqing were indeed the same as other senior brothers and sisters. He liked her very much and was willing to spoil her.

But he was indeed jealous of her and was able to get so many things and care from so many people.

Later he was found by the revenge organization and took over the position of the head from his real father, everything went in another direction, irreversible.

Meng Xuanche knew very well that even if he did not kill Si Fuqing, after he killed Ye Wanlan and the other two, Si Fuqing and him would be in a state of dying.

Sometimes he would think, if he had not accepted the Revenge organization, would things have been different now?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Now, everything is finally over.

As long as Si Fuqing dies, the Eternal Continent and the Earth can be completely integrated.

At that time, the peak combat power of the Eternal Continent, such as the Yellow Spring Ghost Emperor and the Goddess of Death, will be able to directly descend to the Free State for massacre without restrictions.

Just when Meng Xuanche's thoughts were chaotic, a wind blew and suddenly it stormed!

"Bang!"

"Click!"

Meng Xuanche's body flew backwards and hit a tree in the distance.

The collision was extremely strong, and ten people hugged the thick tree and broke it in half.

"Puff--!" Meng Xuanche suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, his face pale in an instant.

He raised his head and looked at the girl who rushed out of the black shadow in horror, his face full of disbelief.

"Is that? It seems that you don't know me well enough." Si Fuqing walked towards him, poked his fingers out, and pinched Meng Xuanche's throat at lightning speed.

She looked at him calmly: "I'm far better than you thought."

Meng Xuanche stared at her tightly and suddenly laughed.

He coughed a few times, intermittently: "Yes, he is worthy of being a junior sister. He will never reveal all his trump cards until the last moment."

"You always like to hide so much. Who can get your sincerity and know everything about you?"

To this day, Meng Xuanche still cannot understand. Si Fuqing should have died in that explosion, so why can he be resurrected?

From the moment Si Fuqing was resurrected, things were destined to be in chaos.

"I know I can't kill you now. Anyway, my mission today is just to hold you back." Meng Xuanche smiled faintly, and blood kept flowing down the corners of his mouth. "The door has been completely formed, and you can't lock it."

"Enjoy these last few days of life. You don't have a few days to live."

He paused and his smile deepened: "No, maybe you can still live, but the people you want to protect... they will die."

Si Fuqing's eyes were cold and he used force on his hands.

I heard a "click" sound, and it was the sound of the throat fractured.

But the next second, Meng Xuanche suddenly fell into a dark black mist.

The black mist wrapped him up and disappeared together.

After he disappeared, all the black shadows disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Si Fuqing let blood slide down her fingertips, her eyes solemn and cold.

She had fought with these black shadows before, and the black shadow's strength was indeed beyond her expectations.

Every black shadow actually has the cultivation level of the Spiritual Saint Realm!

More importantly, there are a lot of these black shadows.

Even without excessive wisdom, huge power is enough to cause devastating damage.

Puppeting.

Si Fuqing remembered that Fusang mentioned this magic, which was a powerful magic trick derived from the magical laws of gods and magic.

Among the ten vicious NPCs, Fusang, the Lord of the Palace of Eternal Life, and the Goddess of Death, Yu Neheer, Huangquan Ghost Emperor, tied for the three strongest NPCs.

They live longer than the Spiritual Holy Realm such as the Lord of Ghost Valley and others, and know more about them.

When gods and demons fall, the laws of gods and demons naturally have no power and cannot be exerted.

But the "people" behind Meng Xuanche can use the laws of gods and magic.

Who is the other party?

If there are five hundred such black shadows, it will be enough to entangle all the spiritual holy realms on your side.

But the opponent's power is definitely far more than that.

I'm afraid that what she can see is still the tip of the iceberg.

At this moment, a loud noise exploded in my ears, shaking the earth.

"Boom!"

In the direction of the Ghost Forest, the door was expanding rapidly, and in a few seconds, it had reached fifty meters high.

"Xiao Jiu!"

"Little junior sister!"

Yunying, Tan Jingmo and Yuejian finally arrived.

When they saw the blood on her hands, the expressions of the few people changed.

"It's not my blood, Meng Xuanche's." Si Fuqing shook his head, "He just came out to stop me, ran away with serious injuries. Now the door has been formed and cannot be closed."

"This is their premeditation." Yuejian looked at the door and took a deep breath. "The holy day has already had such a great disaster before it has arrived. I don't know what the holy day will be."

"Senior Brother and Sister, let's go, lock the door first." Si Fuqing held his fingers, "The sacred day must not come."

The three of them nodded and followed Si Fuqing to fly back towards Jumen.
To be continued...