Chapter 291 The body was taken

Leng Yan can already think of what a strong woman it is, and this battlefield is her sad song!

"How to find her?" Leng Yan asked.

Zhu Yinghang shook his head and said, "I'm just guessing the origin of this battlefield. As for where she is, I don't know."

"So, what kind of person is she?" Leng Yan continued to ask.

Zhu Yinghang's eyes flashed and said, "She? A person who can't be mentioned in a place of exile!"

"She once had the most noble status in exile. Even after that battle, the battlefield disappeared, and she disappeared. The new ruler forbids everything about her, but hers still spread.

"The place of exile, the most beautiful god, beautiful and unparalleled power. If she is here, there will be flowers everywhere. If she goes, everything will be bleak..."

Zhu Yinghang sang in a low voice, and his expression became intoxicated. He looked at the cold flame and seemed to see the most beautiful goddess in the place of exile through the cold flame.

"Legend has it that she is the most talented and talented girl, and she is a forbidden clan."

"What is the forbidden clan?" Leng Yan asked.

"That's a disappeared race, and the people of that race are very powerful. They have a very strong power of faith. After receiving blessings, the children in the clan can get more power! But this race, in the place of exile, is a taboo.

"As long as the people of this race are found, they will be immediately hunted down by the whole exile!"

"It is estimated that after her defeat, the forbidden clan became a real taboo, and it was called the forbidden clan."

Thinking of such a strong woman's race, it is estimated that the people of this race are very powerful, so they are persecuted for this.

"What was the name of the forbidden clan before?"

"The Shenmu clan!"

As soon as Zhu Yinghang's words came out, Leng Yan only felt a turbulence in Dantian. She forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart, and her fingers pinched her palm tightly to keep herself careless.

Because he endured so much, the back of the cold flame was sweating coldly.

"Shenmu clan? What kind of race is that? Leng Yan asked.

Zhu Yinghang shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. Anyway, every year, several remnants of the forbidden clan will be found and set fire to death in public! This is the means of dealing with prisoners from that time to the present.

Leng Yan didn't say anything, and she just felt very uncomfortable.

There is little information about the Shenmu people in the vast continent, but it has left a lot of Shenmu ruins to explore the favorite adventures of those who are exiled.

But I didn't know that this kind of thing would happen in the place of exile, and because of this kind of thing, the Shenmu clan suffered the most devastating blow.

However, Leng Yan doubted whether there were any Shenmu people.

As for the person who is burned to death every year, or some scapegoats.

Leng Yan was no longer in the mood to continue to listen to Zhu Yinghang's description of the burned person. She only felt tired for a while.

"I'm sorry, let me take a break! It takes too much mental energy.

The cold flame covered his forehead and said.

Zhu Yinghang shut up and looked at Leng Yan full of doubts, but he didn't say anything. He just took two steps back, then lost something to Leng Yan and said, "I'll go to the front and see if there are any clues!" This injection of spiritual power can find me.

Zhu Yinghang walked away. Leng Yan watched Zhu Yinghang's back slowly disappear before slowly squatting on the ground. She was soaked with sweat.

From the moment she heard the strangulation of the Shenmu clan, she felt uncomfortable, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. In little time, Leng Yan felt as if she had been drained out...

The soul trembled, and there was no time to release a few mythical beasts. The little turtle wrapped the cold flame in the absolute defense space, and her eyes were black and she was pulled into a gray world.

"Not bad!"

A beautiful voice came, a little enchanting, but more powerful.

The cold flame looked around. In the fog, she couldn't see anything clearly, not to mention that her voice was very ethereal, and she could not determine which direction she was in.

"I am the owner of this space!"

The voice sounded faintly again. Just one sentence gave people a feeling that there was a story next. The cold flame's head began to hurt again. She bowed down slightly, and her hand covering her forehead trembled a little.

"This is my battlefield, where my closest comrades-in-arms are buried! Of course, there are more enemies! I can't let go of this hot land!"

The woman's voice was a little sad. With the voice, Leng Yan's head became more painful, and finally she even felt that her soul trembled.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

She couldn't help looking up coldly, and her eyes had turned blood red. She roared loudly!

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The woman laughed, and the needle pierced in. The cold flame knelt directly on the ground in pain!

The fog slowly dissipated, and a woman in a red robe appeared in front of the cold flame.

Back to the cold flame, revealing a smooth and beautiful back, all the way to the waist.

The hair was raised high, revealing the long and beautiful neck. The whole person was standing there, standing in the fog, which was so beautiful and amazing.

But Leng Yan didn't mean to appreciate it at all. She was confident that if she took off the ring, she would not be worse than her.

"Even if you dress like this, you can't hide your bloodline! What's more, it can't hide what you have inherited!"

The woman turned her head, red eye shadow, red lips, exquisite makeup, the whole person looks very enchanting and beautiful because of the red, and is full of strength.

"Only a saint can have such a strong spirit of life! Yes, the breath of life."

"The unique temperament of Shenmu women is like this!"

I didn't expect that the person I had been looking for was here, and they met in this way!

"What do you want to do?" Leng Yan asked.

The woman's eyes flashed red and she said, "Revenge!"

"In those years, I provoked this battle! The world collapsed, and the whole alien world was divided into three! The vast continent has become a low-class world, and the aura has almost dissipated.

"Although the exiled land and the land of gods and demons are still high worlds, the exile land has been strongly affected. While the space becomes unstable, the aura dissipation is also very serious."

"Many of the strong people left behind because of that change have gone to the place of exile! At that time, I didn't flinch. I wanted to subvert this place. I wanted to occupy this place for our people, although the aura of most places here has dissipated.

"The Shenmu clan has been devastated. If there is no place to live, the whole race will be over!"

"I took the master above the War Spirit Emperor of the Shenmu clan and began to fight in the exiled land! Many people say that the place of exile has become chaotic because of me, and it is because I have destroyed the order of the place of exile!"

"But I don't feel guilty. I just want to prepare the best environment for my people!"

"I also know that our Shenmu clan will definitely make a comeback one day!"

The woman raised her head slightly, and the smile at the corners of her mouth was so amazingly beautiful.

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked at the cold flame and walked towards her step by step.

"I smelled the smell of you. You are a Shenmu clan! Tell me, how is the Shenmu clan now? Is it true that the Shenmu people in the exiled land have suffered such a blow as the stinky boy said?

The woman's eyes flashed fiercely, which made the cold flame retreat.

This is the momentum of the soul king. Even if she is just a soul now, this momentum makes Leng Yan unable to produce any resistance at all!

"I don't know!" Leng Yan finally spit out a sentence, and the pressure disappeared in an instant, and the woman laughed in her throat.

"I like this body very much! I won't hurt your soul, but you must fall into a deep sleep! Wait, I want the Shenmu clan to rise again!"

Leng Yan felt a burst of sleepiness in her soul. She opened her already hazy eyes and looked at the woman in red robe.

She, take her body!

She wants...

Leng Yan suddenly figured out what she was going to do, but at this time, her soul began to become hazy under the oppression of the soul king.

Leng Yan stretched out his hand and saw that his hand had begun to blur, and the fog around him shrouded her again and almost buried her.

He forced himself to stay awake, but with that wave of sleepy feeling, Leng Yan felt that he couldn't stand it.

The woman in the red robe is still standing there, just standing there, giving her a feeling of high altitude.

She is the soul king! It is the soul master with a silver soul array of sixty-four stars...

The cold flame shook her head, and she tried her best to resist.

"That's good, it's really good. I can hold on for so long!"

The woman's voice was the last straw pressed down. Leng Yan only felt that the headache was almost cracked, and her sister's voice in her mind came leisurely from a distant place.

"Yan'er, go to sleep. If you fall asleep, you can see the sun!"

Sister! Leng Yan muttered in a low voice.

After all, the cold flame's body was swallowed up by the fog. The woman in the red robe laughed. In the soul space full of fog, she was the only one. She was like the most dazzling flower, blooming in the most cruel environment.

In the absolute defense space of the little turtle, "cold flame" suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes turned twice, and then gently pushed it. The absolute defense space, which had always been proud, was pushed away. The little turtle looked at this blankly and felt very strange. "Cold flame."

"Who are you?" Tianchang Fujiki, who has always been silent, opened his mouth to speak.

A shining light broke out in the eyes of the "cold flame". Looking at Tianchang Tengmu, it was as if he had seen the most beautiful thing in the world, and his excited shoulders trembled.

"Heaven, the tree of life! Tianchang Rattan!"

"Cold flame" looked up to the sky and laughed, "God treats me well. The place of exile must be in my pocket!"