After hearing my voice, the whole court went crazy

Chapter 256 Jiang Ruyan's Death

In the eyes of the witch clan, this is a sacred scene.

The Great Elder and Wu Beiwang stood on the altar in front and behind. In five different directions around them stood several statues of evil spirits more than one meter tall, looking hideous and terrifying.

Everyone on the altar poured blood into the grooves on the altar. The blood spread along the totem toward the center, outlining a red totem bit by bit.

Immediately afterwards, a huge red light appeared and the two of them were shrouded in blood-red light.

[Oh my god, why is this formation so evil! ]

[This formation is to transfer souls and change images! That old man wants to take over Wu Beiwang's body! ]

Zheng An Ning hid in the corner and muttered to himself, they are worthy of being the witch clan, they are evil in nature.

She took out a flare and fired it into the air.

Red fireworks ignite in the blue sky, colorful and brilliant.

Everyone in the Wu clan was shocked and looked at the sky in confusion, somewhat panicked.

A person who looked like a Wu clan manager shouted with full force, "Who dares to be so presumptuous in my Wu clan?"

"Tsk, how come the Witch Clan didn't inform us about such a big event? Princess An Ning of the Great Zhou has come with a hundred thousand soldiers and horses to congratulate us." Zheng An Ning descended from the sky onto the central stairs with a smile on his face and shouted arrogantly.

Wei Wuqi led an army of 100,000 men and fought his way in, full of blood and decisiveness.

He was dressed in armor, had a grim expression on his face, and held a sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was stained with blood, which was dripping down.

The faces of the Wu clan members changed drastically. Their entire Wu clan had less than 100,000 people in total. What should they do?

The scene caused quite a bit of chaos, with many people looking terrified and wanting to run away.

They are just ordinary people! How can they resist so much?

"The Saintess of the Tianfeng Nation came to congratulate."

The voice arrived before the people arrived, and everyone saw a group of women in white dresses and veils floating in the air, carrying a sedan chair.

The sedan chair was wrapped in a veil made of white moonlight gauze, through which a graceful woman could be vaguely seen.

[What the hell, a saint is so great, can a saint have such a grand ceremony? How can a princess like me have such a grand ceremony? ]

Zheng An Ning was stunned, his eyes full of indignation. It's really true that comparing yourself with others makes you feel pissed off.

Why? Other people's families are so grand, it makes her feel so poor!

[When I get back, I'll ask the dog emperor to make me a sedan chair made of gold. I can't lose face.]

Chu Mingze: I thank you on behalf of my father.

The third elder of the Witch Clan walked out with a gloomy face. He was not tall, and his whole body was shrouded in a black robe. His left eye was covered by a black cloth, leaving only his right eye exposed.

Zheng Anning looked at the sky above the Wu Clan and nodded with satisfaction. The Wu Clan’s popularity had come to an end.

She threw a lightning ball at the altar, and it shot out at lightning speed and hit the red barrier.

With a "Bang" sound,

The altar shook violently, and with a loud rumble, the entire altar turned into ruins in the eyes of everyone.

Smoke and dust billowed, and a lot of rubble broke out and scattered everywhere.

“Hahahahaha~hahaha~, it’s useless even if you destroy the formation, I have done it!”

A figure walked out with a wild smile. It was Wu Beiwang, but his face was ferocious, his expression changed from time to time, and his face kept twitching.

"Get out of here......."

&34;Beiwang, I am your father, but I am just borrowing your body, hahahaha, be good...&34;

&34;Go away, dear...&34;

He was like a mental patient, laughing wildly one moment and getting furious the next, switching back and forth constantly.

[Oh, schizophrenia, mental illness? ]

Zheng An Ning touched his chin and admired it, "Tsk, it's a little late, but it's okay."

"Men of the Great Zhou, go up. Those who surrender will not be killed, but those who disobey will be killed without mercy." Zheng Anning shouted loudly.

The soldiers filed out one after another and excitedly attacked the Wu people. Military merit, military merit.

"Princess An Ning, what a good trick?" Saint Tianfeng said slowly in the sedan chair.

"Saint, why are you here today? You can't just come to watch a show, right?"

Zheng An Ning flew into the air, and rushed towards the sedan chair in the air as if stepping in the air, and tore off the white curtain on the sedan chair.

"Could it be that the Saint cannot face people and hides herself?"

Before the people carrying the sedan could react, the entire sedan was lifted up, and the sedan was reduced to a bare platform.

Saint Tianfeng stared at Zheng Anning in shame and anger, "How could Princess Anning be so rude?"

"Oh!"

Zheng Anning stood in front of the sedan like a street urchin and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, can I eat etiquette?"

Seeing Saint Tianfeng still sitting in the sedan in a funny way, I admire her composure.

The original sedan looked ethereal, but now all that's left are a few poles and a chassis.

"Go, kill her." The saint in the sedan said coldly.

In an instant, a large group of people in white clothes and veils rushed towards Zheng An Ning with murderous intent.

"Yo, you're the only one who has someone, right?"

Zheng An Ning dodged and evaded, nimbly avoiding the swords in their hands. His figure danced gracefully, and he slashed one by one in the air, killing people in all directions like chopping vegetables.

She is now invincible, and this kind of rookie can't hurt her.

In just a few minutes, their bodies fell to the ground one by one, piled up all over the ground.

Wei Wuqi led his men and headed towards the Wu clan in a menacing manner, while Ruyi led a group of fellow disciples and headed towards the core figures of the Wu clan.

The war was about to break out and both sides engaged in a melee.

When Saint Tianfeng saw that all the people she brought with her were dead, the air pressure around her dropped and she stared at Zheng An Ning with sharp eyes.

She attacked Zheng An Ning, each move was deadly and extremely ruthless.

Zheng An Ning dodged her attack as if playing a joke, and asked with a wicked smile: "Why is the Saint wearing a veil again?"

She attacked the saint's face and pulled off her veil.

The face under the veil was Jiang Ruyan.

Jiang Ruyan glared at Zheng Anning angrily, her face gloomy, her eyes full of vicious resentment, and unwillingness, and she attacked Zheng Anning with her hands like claws.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Ruyan? Have you been jumping around for long enough?" Zheng An Ning's voice turned cold, he spoke in a sarcastic tone, with murderous intent in his eyes.

She swung her sword forward, the sword energy was awe-inspiring, with overwhelming momentum, as if a dragon was biting at her with murderous intent.

A loud roar resounded through the sky.

Jiang Ruyan was unable to dodge and was blown away like a kite.

Zheng Anning chased after her relentlessly, raising his sword and slashing. The two fought in the air with swords flashing and sabers flying. After a few rounds, Jiang Ruyan could no longer hold on and kept dodging.

"Why is the Saint so vulnerable?"

"Monster, take my stick."

"Watch this, don't run"

"Jiang Ruyan, what do you think? Why are there saints everywhere? Are you addicted to being a saint?"

"Zheng Anning, don't be so complacent. Hahahaha~, you're going to be in big trouble this time."

Jiang Ruyan retreated repeatedly, cursing in her heart, saying that Zheng Anning was like a dog, biting her and not letting go.

Zheng Anning was having a great time, but when he saw Jiang Ruyan dodging and refusing to take the challenge, a hint of hostility appeared in his dark eyes.

"What's wrong, Jiang Ruyan, why are you like a dog, biting and not letting go, and now you don't even dare to take the attack head-on?"

Zheng An Ning sneered and stood in the air. She held the sword in her hand casually, but her speed was astonishingly fast. Like a ghost, she appeared silently behind Jiang Ruyan and stabbed her in the back with a sword. With a "puff", blood spurted out and splashed onto Zheng An Ning's face.

This time there was no obstruction, the sky was clear and quiet.

Jiang Ruyan stared at the sword on her chest in disbelief, blood gushing out like a pillar. With an unwilling look in her eyes, she turned around and stabbed Zheng An Ning with the sword.

Zheng An Ning smiled as bright as a flower, stepped back, drew out the sword, and stabbed again.