Wrongly offended the Jade-faced Buddha, the divinely calculated pregnant concubine just wanted to li

"That's right. As long as I hold the insect that is the source of the curse, you will never be my opponent. Yi Qianhuan, I actually still like Bei Lianhe very much. Since you forced Bei Lianhe to death, you will naturally have to pay some price."

As he spoke, Bei Yunting tightly gripped the insect in his hand.

"Ahhh!" Even though Yi Qianhuan was so motivated, he couldn't help but scream.

The excruciating pain that felt like all her flesh and blood was being crushed made Yi Qianhuan break out in a cold sweat. She silently gritted her teeth and persevered, but she still couldn't shake off this horrible and heart-wrenching torture.

It hurt so much, she felt like her whole body and soul were about to be torn apart.

His vision went dark, and Yi Qianhuan staggered to his knees in the blood-soaked ground.

She looked down at the wound on her wrist.

The blood that had flowed out of her body was now rushing back into her body impatiently.

There was a hint of surprise in her phoenix eyes. Yi Qianhuan could clearly feel that it was not the blood that came back on its own, but the power of the national god contained in the blood that was sending her lost blood back into her body.

The power of the national god is protecting her!

Between the devastating formation and Yi Qianhuan, the power of the national god took the initiative to choose to protect Yi Qianhuan.

Yi Qianhuan had not expected that the power of the national god would actually develop its own consciousness, and she couldn't even control these powers.

The power of the national god does not want her to die.

But why? If we don't destroy this formation, won't the world be in chaos?

Yi Qianhuan didn't understand. Apart from destroying the formation of this formation, did she have any key that could stop Bei Yunting's scheme?

"Chichichichi--!" At this moment, the scream from the source of the curse came again.

Yi Qianhuan fell to the ground and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Bei Yunting was panting. He had squeezed out too much blood and looked very weak.

However, he still managed to maintain his strength and stand still. He admired Yi Qianhuan's appearance and couldn't help but sigh: "Yi Qianhuan, it's really pitiful that you were chosen as the national god. After all, you are just a mortal. How can you protect the entire Yunzhao Kingdom by yourself? Look at your miserable state now. In the end, you are still fighting alone. You were born to be alone. This is your fate."

"Bei Yunting, has anyone ever told you that you have a really mean mouth?" Yi Qianhuan endured the severe pain coming from all over her body. She stood up from the ground with difficulty, but fell to the ground again before she took a step.

Even so, he refused to stop. Yi Qianhuan dug his fingers hard into the ground and moved forward slowly step by step.

"Yi Qianhuan, I'll give you one last chance. Are you willing to follow me?" Bei Yunting looked at Yi Qianhuan disdainfully and asked word by word.

Yi Qianhuan raised a mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I would rather die than surrender!"

Bei Yunting's expression suddenly darkened, and he sighed heavily, "What a pity."

Just as he was about to destroy the source of the curse, Bei Yunting had only recited half of the spell when he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming and heading straight for the source of the curse in his hand.

"A mere trifle." Bei Yunting dodged sideways, watching as hundreds of Jinyiwei swarmed in and attacked him.

He casually used his strength to break the long sword in the hand of one of the Jinyiwei. Bei Yunting raised the source of the curse in his hand, and the powerful internal force in his body helped him block all the attacks of the Jinyiwei. Even in this situation, he was still able to stand firm.

"Haha, it's getting more and more lively. It's a pity that I have already practiced many forbidden techniques and used colorful stones to refine my body! Now my body has been trained to be indestructible, and none of you can be my opponent." Bei Yunting said proudly, but the source of the curse in his hand was suddenly snatched away from his head.

"It seems that you have practiced this forbidden technique a lot and turned into a muscular idiot. You can't even understand the simple strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain!" Yi Mobao and Shen Yubao controlled the glider together and passed over Bei Yunting's head.

Bei Yunting's expression was distorted with anger, and he roared as he chased after Yi Mobao and Shen Yubao.

Shen Yubao and Yi Mobao dodged hurriedly, then threw a black sack behind them: "Go, blow him up!"

Bei Yunting thought that there was a firearm hidden in the black sack. His heart tightened and he retreated in a hurry.

But what he didn't expect was that the black sack didn't make any sound when it fell to the ground.

At the same time, the Jinyiwei who had surrounded him took out a black bomb grenade from their arms and aimed it at Bei Yunting.

"Oh no, I've been hit by a skill..."

Boom boom boom!

Before Bei Yunting could finish his words of emotion, bombs came pouring down from the sky, surrounding him. The sharp and piercing explosions almost shattered Bei Yunting's ears.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough!" Bei Yunting walked out of the dust, his whole body became burnt.

"Mom!" Shen Yubao controlled the paraglider and landed steadily with Yi Mobao next to Yi Qianhuan.

"Uncrowned Mirror, break the curse quickly!" Yi Mobao grabbed the madly twisting source of the curse with one hand and stuffed it into the Uncrowned Mirror.

"Puff!" Yi Qianhuan's eyes went dark, and the terrible power of the curse was taken away by the source of the curse, like a rooted vine, being forcibly pulled out of her body.

His soul was almost being pulled out, and Yi Qianhuan's vision became dark.

All she spat out was black blood. After the source of the curse was destroyed by the Uncrowned Mirror, her curse was broken.

It's just that she needs time, time to repair her body.

She forced herself not to faint, and she looked around anxiously for the figure.

But Ji Chilian was nowhere to be found.

She was extremely flustered. She tried to speak, but ended up spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The power of the national god repaired her body, and her blood merged into the formation under her feet and was absorbed, successfully preventing the formation from continuing to spread.

"I don't have enough blood... Find a way to suppress the resentment with the blood of living people!" Yi Qianhuan uttered these words with difficulty.

"I'll do it!" Shen Yubao cut his wrist without hesitation.

"I'll do it too!" Yi Mobao followed suit and cut his wrists with a knife.

The blood of the two men suppressed the spread of the formation.

However, this suppression only lasted for a moment.

"Hurry, we need more people's blood!" Shen Yubao said loudly.

All the Jinyiwei stabbed themselves with the sharp blades in their hands without hesitation.

"Stop!" Bei Yunting roared hoarsely and attacked the Jinyiwei beside him.

Phew-!

Before Bei Yunting could encounter those Jinyiwei, a sharp blade suddenly swept across and pierced Bei Yunting's heart from behind.