Chapter 654 Orcs

This face is very familiar to Fang Chi and other old people in the Lilan world.

If Sang Ying had not told them personally that Su Fuyun had been killed by her, Fang Chi might have thought that Su Fuyun was reborn!

The woman in front of her was wrapped in demonic aura, and her face was covered with purple demonic patterns, which looked extremely weird.

Her eyes are not black like ordinary people, but bright blood red!

"Are you, Su Fuyun?" The elder of the Liuguang Sword Sect asked with wide eyes and surprise.

But the woman with the same face as Su Fuyun curled her lips and chuckled, but her laughter sounded sinister: "Then you guessed wrong, how could I be that idiot? She is just my immediate friend.

The target in front of others has died eight hundred years ago! Sect Master Sang, Elder Xiao, how come you have forgotten me so quickly, I am Qi Yaoji!"

As she spoke, she waved her hands violently.

The magic mist swept across the entire sect overwhelmingly, not even a single gap was missed.

Her action was too sudden, and everyone's life had been too comfortable this month, which made them lose their sense of crisis, so that they didn't react in time, and everyone suffered.

Sang Zheng and others were smart and were alert as early as Qi Yaoji took action.

It's just that these magical mists are pervasive, and even if they are prepared, they are still somewhat contaminated by the demonic energy.

The demonic energy specially refined by Qi Yaoji is different from before, and it spreads at an astonishing speed.

He Lianmo only had some stains on his clothes, but in the blink of an eye, his whole body was transformed into a demon.

When everyone looked at him again, he had transformed into his original form, turning into a giant black wolf, with demonic energy gushing out from his breath.

"Today is really a good day." Amid the wails of the crowd, Qi Yaoji happily walked to the top of the hall and sat down, looking down at the crowd with a disdainful attitude.

There were so many great masters and monks who came to participate in the Taoist Ceremony that Qi Yaoji almost effortlessly caught them all.

She waved her long sleeves, and a recliner suddenly appeared in the hall. The person nestled in the recliner was clearly Gu Huaiwei!

"Master, it's a pity that you can't see today's grand occasion, but it doesn't matter, I will tell you. This will be the beginning of my conquest of the lower world!" Qi Yaoji had a smile on her lips, and her eyes were full of ambition.

Since it is destined to be impossible to ascend, then she wants no one in this world to be able to ascend!

Gu Huaiwei foolishly wanted to make a wedding dress for Sang Ying, but unexpectedly the other party was unwilling to accept his offer. But Qi Yaoji was different. She would use the devil's heart condensed by Gu Huaiwei to turn the entire lower world into the palm of her hand.

Things!

Look, the final winner is still her!

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A strange cry passed through the vast plains and reached the glaciers farther away.

The wind blew from nowhere, picking up a gust of sand and carrying it to a distant place.

On the sand dune, a slightly bulging sandbag moved slightly, revealing a scarred hand.

The cassock on the woman's body was in shreds. Some places seemed to have been burned by fire, and some places seemed to have been torn by wind blades.

Only the beautiful blue color shows a bit of freshness in the yellow sand.

Sang Ying struggled to pull her hands and feet out of the sand. It took her a long time to adapt, and then she opened her eyes in the dazzling sunlight.

She was a little surprised by the completely unfamiliar environment around her. Could this be the world after death?

Her hands and feet were completely powerless at the moment, and the divine power in her body had long been taken away by heaven after she jumped into the sea of ​​fire. Fortunately, her cultivation in the out-of-body period was real, but this world seemed to have no aura, and Sang Ying wanted to regain her strength.

It will still take some time.

After sitting on the sand for a while, Sang Ying finally regained some strength. She groped in the sand for a while and came across a sharp object.

Taking it out and taking a look, it turned out to be the Long Yuan Sword.

Sang Ying's storage bag has disappeared. Fortunately, the connection between Long Yuanjian and her is too close, so it can stay with her.

Relying on the Long Yuan Sword, Sang Ying slowly stood up and began to look for a place to stay temporarily.

Just like Sang Ying had lost her power, the Long Yuan Sword at this moment was only sharper than an ordinary sword, and it had long lost the power it once had to split mountains and open the ground.

But Sang Ying didn't care about these. She just wanted to know where she was now.

This world looks a bit strange, with deserts bordering forests, and forests connecting plains. Beyond the plains is a glacier, and near the glacier is a vast ocean.

It looks like several landscapes that should be in different places, all haphazardly pieced together. The whole picture is strange and magnificent.

Sang Ying woke up from the desert. Fortunately, although she lacked spiritual power, she was still a monk who had experienced many thunder disasters and could not feel hunger or cold.

But living in the desert was not a problem. She quickly walked into the forest and planned to build a hut here and live there for the time being.

After she figured out what this place was, she could think about the next thing.

As soon as she stepped into the forest, the scorching temperature dropped a lot. Even though Sang Ying's body was not afraid of heat, she still felt that the current environment was much more comfortable.

She has been traveling over the years and has learned many things, building a house is one of them. Originally, a monk like her could build a house with just a wave of her hand.

It's just that Sang Ying has no spiritual power now, and at most she is stronger. Moreover, she has also lost her storage bag, and even the magic weapons and talismans that she can use are gone.

I simply cut wood and built a house by myself.

Fortunately, the sword spirit of Longyuan Sword is still sleeping. Otherwise, if it knew that he actually used such an artifact to chop down trees, he would probably lose his temper no matter how generous he was.

It was probably because she was chopping down trees to build her house that there was too much noise. Before Sang Ying's house was even halfway built, there was movement in the forest.

A burst of messy footsteps reached Sang Ying's ears, which quickly aroused her alertness.

Sang Ying has never seen any living creatures here since she came to this world. When she heard these footsteps, she subconsciously became vigilant and jumped to a nearby big tree to hide, hiding her aura.

Got up.

The footsteps slowly became louder, and Sang Ying also lowered her body and held Long Yuan Sword tighter.

Suddenly, a small face poked out from the grass and seemed to be looking in the direction of Sang Ying's wooden house for a while.

Sang Ying narrowed her eyes, could this be a dead person too?

The little guy in the grass seemed to find that there was no one near the wooden house, so he boldly moved closer.

But when she stood up and crossed the grass, Sang Ying's eyes suddenly darkened, because the child's lower body was clearly in the shape of a sika deer!

So, this is an orc?!

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