Goddess Reborn: The Three Princesses Against Poison

The red lips slightly opened and said the deadliest command, "Burn her to death with the Red Lotus Hellfire!"

Yu Qianxi closed her eyes coldly, waiting for the fatal blow.

She will never leave any more memories of this world.

Love is finally lost.

Like her, despair.

When the bone-eroding flames hit her skin, the darkness gradually swallowed her, and she could not hear the ridicule of these people.

It was as if it fell into a black hole, and it was heavily sunk.

In the dark world, an ethereal voice came.

"Yu Qianxi, do you hate?"

"Hate, overwhelming hatred," she said.

Another voice also said, "Hate, overwhelming hatred."

"Do you still love it?"

"No, I will never touch this word again."

"No, I will never touch this word again."

"Okay, with your hatred, rebirth, let the world who are condemned to you know that you, Yu Qianxi, is the king who dominates the world, Yu Qianxi, is the king of war beasts that subverts sentient beings, and Yu Qianxi, is the dark Rakshasa that destroys the world."

"good."

"good."

She died in the sacrificial ground and saw a woman dressed in a weird way and entered her body.

No……

It should be said that the two are integrated into one.

"You are one, but you were missed by space and became two spirits to different spaces. Now, you are you, with this hatred, and rebirth to let all those who betray you know that you are the king."

When the bloody eyes opened again, a blue fire appeared in front of everyone, slowly swallowing the red lotus hellfire.

Everyone began to feel uneasy and asked the woman in the lead, "Soul Master, what's going on?"

Yu Qianhuan narrowed his vicious water eyes, and studied the blue flame with a hint of suspicion.

An old man who rushed out suddenly knelt down and cried, "Oh God, this is the dark Rakshasa, this is the dark flame subduing demon blue fire of the dark Rakshasa, the seventh-level soul beast saint, ahhh, what did I see... This is the arrival of the dark age of the world, you will all die, you will all die."

Yu Qianhuan glared at the water suddenly, looked at the Great Elder sharply, and said to the soul warrior beside him, "Drag this nonsense elder out and give him death."

"Yes, Lord Soul Master." The soul master left with the great elder who kept crying.

The blue flames are becoming more and more gorgeous.

The man in purple was wearing a mask of dark blood, and his cold lips moved slightly.

The unfathomable black eyes were slightly surprised.

The dark purple silk shirt rippled slightly in the night, and the dark jade dagger (holy artifact) in his hand was shining with a cold and cold light.

The thin lips tugged slightly, "Yu Qianhuan, you may be wrong in doing this."

Yu Qianhuan looked back and looked at the man, "Is that so? Do you feel distressed?"

Chunyu Cetan looked at Yu Qianhuan, and finally turned around, putting all the noise behind his mind.

He doesn't need to feel distressed, he doesn't need to let go, he doesn't need to blame himself.

Because of him, he has no feelings.

The hand was slightly clenched beside her, her deep eyes sternly, and she added a deep sentence in her heart, "Yu Qianxi, goodbye."

Because of the great elder's crazy words, the people on the sacrificial ground began to become chaotic.

Yu Qianhuan shook her sleeves and a large area of ​​sharpness shot towards the chaotic crowd.

Everyone was quiet and looked at Yu Qianhuan in horror, the youngest soul master in the Soul Fighting Continent.

"Everyone is quiet, the elder is talking wildly, do you believe it?" Yu Qianhuan scolded the panicked people, his eyes shining coldly.