Comprehensive film and television: Make trouble before lying down

There was dead silence all around. No one applauded him, no one agreed with him, and only cold corpses remained.

But Wen Zongyu didn't care. The moment he turned around to leave, he realized something was wrong.

"Where is the mermaid princess?"

When he turned around and looked at Zhao Yuanzhou again, suddenly, the scene around him faded away little by little like a flaming barrier. There was no blood moon in the sky, and there were no Jiu Ning and Zhuo Yichen who were burned to pieces.

The coffin shop gradually returned to its original state. The mermaid princess was still lying on the ground, and Bai Jiu was not caught by them. He couldn't help but wonder what was real and what was fake.

"Wen Xiao—Seal!"

Wen Xiao immediately put the flute to his lips, and a sacred celestial sound rang out. At the same time, the power of the stars in the sky merged with Bai Ze's divine power, emitting a dazzling light.

In an instant, holy light shone on Wen Zongyu and Zhen Mei, and the chains bound them tightly, making them unable to move.

It was quite a spectacle. He struggled desperately for a few minutes. Now he thought back to the future. Everything he had just experienced must have been an illusion. How did Dan Tart enter the illusion? Why didn't he notice anything? Ahem. Well, he finally swept his gaze over the few people one by one. Baijiu also took the opportunity to return to Zhuo Yichen's side. Good. You guys are really good. Even this old woman fell into your hands. I must admit that you are a qualified opponent. The bound Wen Zhongyu, his verbal skills did not diminish, still provoking everyone. Under the gaze of everyone, his left arm glowed. A phoenix pill flew out of his arm and stopped in front of him. In an instant, a white light flashed, and with a bang, the barrier that trapped Wen Zhongyu exploded. Wen Xiao was bitten by the broken barrier and spat out a mouthful of blood. And Wen Zhongyu, as soon as he broke his usual behavior, rushed towards Jiuning. In the eyes of the crowd. Wen Xiaoshi was still worried about the barrier explosion. Jiuning was already firmly trapped in Wen Zhongyu's hand. A sharp dagger. You are at his neck... Jiujiu. Jiujiu, how are you? Several people were worried. But every time they took a step forward, Wen Zhongyu would shake his arm. The dagger in his hand. The wind force. The blade. It could pierce Jiuning's neck at any time. Let me leave here. Otherwise, I will kill him. Zhuo Yicheng. Hmm. He took two steps forward worriedly. Cat. Clenched his hands. In a certain orchid's eyes, there was a faint flash of tears. Jiuling. Being caught in someone's hand. Becoming Wen Zhongyu's shield. Although there was a moment of panic, he quickly stabilized. Wen Zhongyu. Are you so sure? Will I be controlled by you? What do you mean? Jiuning smiled. But his eyes were always looking at Zhuo Yichen gently. Tell him not to worry. You have always wanted to find... the person with golden blood? Me. Back then, I was able to subdue the out-of-control Zhu Yan. Why do you think I'll be controlled by you? A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, right above Jiu Ling's head. As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck down, landing squarely on Wen Zhongyu. Jiu Ling seized the opportunity to evade Wen Zhongyu's restraints. Three consecutive bursts of purple lightning struck, sending Wen Zhongyu retreating. Ahem. Jiu Ling turned, his gaze coldly fixed. Then, a dagger materialized in his hand, piercing his skin. Golden blood gushed out. As Wen Zhongyu watched in horror, the blood was cleared and hurled towards him. In an instant, a raging fire, even more raging than the Phoenix Divine Fire, enveloped him. Screams echoed throughout the heavens and earth. But with only a tiny amount of blood, Wen Zhongyu could still resist with his single Fontaine. But just as the flame shadow saw the trivial matter, your arm, once again triumphing in a foreign land, the image in Wen Zhongyu's eyes continued to magnify. In an instant, it entered his brow again. A cough. A flame, even stronger than before, scorching the soul, burned in his dead sea. Jiu Ling was not in a hurry. He had done so many evil things. To be swallowed by the fire in one go would be too easy for him. And so, under the gaze of everyone, every few breaths, a drop of blood, golden blood, entered Wen Zhongyu's dead sea. For a full hour, the screams echoed over the coffin shop before gradually subsiding.