Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1681: The Hysteria of the Dark Lord
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When Pharaoh Crane's eyes fell on the white jade medicine bottle.
His complexion was instantly ashen, and he roared: "What did you do to me! You... how dare you..."
The white jade medicine bottle in Ye Qingluo's hand, isn't it the medicine she used to fool Pharaoh He, saying that it would allow the Butterfly Sage to follow him willingly?
Unexpectedly...
It was aimed at him and restrained the poison of his concentration!
Pharaoh Crane was angry and annoyed in his heart, but more, he was full of fear and amazement.
This girl in front of me.
Obviously, he is only fifteen years old.
But he has such a scheming!
The mind is delicate, step by step.
Rao is an old man who has lived for most of his life, fighting all the way to his current position.
She couldn't read what she was thinking at all.
If...from the beginning, he really cooperated with Ye Qingluo.
Will it... the ending is different?
This girl, maybe really capable...destroy the forces of darkness!
It's just that there is nothing if.
Ye Qingluo will not give him a chance to regret.
She smiled and unscrewed the lid of the white jade medicine bottle.
White medicinal powder was flying on Pharaoh Crane's body.
When the powder touches Pharaoh Crane's body.
Pharaoh Crane only felt that his whole body was filled with the tingling sensation just now.
Densely, all over the body.
He howled in pain.
The body twists in an extremely strange arc on the ground.
Ye Qingluo's complexion did not change, and with a flick of her fingertips, the white jade medicine bottle fell on the ground.
She raised her eyes indifferently and looked at the altar.
Lost the shining of the soul lamp.
Only one night pearl hangs in the entire dark sanctuary.
The light is extremely weak.
With the gloomy cold wind blowing around.
With a strong smell of blood, it filled the air.
The atmosphere of the dark sanctuary becomes more and more gloomy.
The overwhelming wind blows violently.
Ye Qingluo is unmoved.
On the contrary, he crossed the stiff corpse on the ground that was extremely distorted due to pain and died, and went straight to the direction of the silk that was covered with ten thousand years of thin frost.
The smell of blood flooded the air again.
The hoarse roar of the dark king resounded in his ears: "Container, stop! You stop this king!"
A force came from all directions.
Ye Qingluo's body was shrouded in that power.
The cool and cold breath.
Let Ye Qing frown unconsciously.
"Don't touch me."
Three words of calm, spit out from Ye Qingluo's mouth.
Under her feet, the wave of profound energy curled up a streak.
Countless air currents haunted her feet, entangled together.
"Bang!"
The power coming from the Dark Lord collided with the wind entangled by Ye Qing's feet.
The air in the entire dark sanctuary suddenly oscillated.
At the same time, Ye Qing did not know when, and there was an extinguished soul lamp.
When the Lord of Darkness saw the soul lamp in her hand, his voice became more irritable: "Container! If you dare to do this, this king will make you regret it! Make you regret it!"
His voice is already hysterical.
The restlessness of the Dark Lord caused the coldness in the air to freeze into frost.
How long did he suffer such humiliation?
This container has repeatedly destroyed his plan of awakening and his plan to lift the seal of the sanctuary!
Now, I want to completely ruin him!
How can he bear it?
He is the king of darkness, the king of all things in the world!
In the world, all creatures must respect him as king!
However, the riot in the air could not disturb Ye Qingluo's emotions.
She looked calm, and threw the soul lamp in her hand at Wannian Haoshuang.
Just listen to a violent explosion.
The ten thousand years of thin frost, like dense spider webs, gradually split...