“What do you mean?” Jin Rong Feng heard this and he narrowed his dark red and purple eyes, staring at her with a fierce look, “It’s too late to be afraid of death now.”

“Un humph?” Luo Qing Chen narrowed her cold eyes and revealed an ice cold smile, “Could it be that Hong Yue is unfamiliar to you?”

“Hong Yue?” Jin Rong Feng narrowed his eyes and looked a bit confused.

When he saw this hell envoy, he felt that she was a bit familiar, but it was just being a bit familiar.

After all, he had seen too many people in six hundred years. If he really had seen her before, it wouldn’t be strange.

But why did Luo Qing Chen bring up this person?

“She was the main protagonist six hundred years ago.” Luo Qing Chen looked at Hong Yue who slowly approached the room with cold eyes.

As expected, even if time passed, the darkness in her heart would never fade.

“You’re slandering people.” Hong Yue came over step by step before firmly standing beside Jin Rong Feng, “Why haven’t you killed her yet, he’ll be here soon.”

“You’re right.” Jin Rong Feng’s eyes turned cold as he looked at Luo Qing Chen, “It’s a pity that no matter what you say, I don’t believe a single word!”

As soon as his voice fell, there was a black energy that flew out in her direction.

Luo Qing Chen pushed Lan Fan aside and wanted to raise the sword to block it, but this power was even stronger than when she faced Jin Rong Feng last time.

There was a sweet taste in her mouth as she spat out blood.

“You want to block me with a broken sword, aren’t you overestimating yourself?” He gave a cold laugh. He gathered all his power to attack Luo Qing Chen as he muttered, “Die!”

“Xiu, xiu, xiu.” There was a blue glow that appeared in front of her and Luo Qing Chen could feel the blue light on her right hand becoming stronger.

But what was the most dazzling was Du Jiu Sheng in front of her and the water blue glowing Netherworld Sword in his hand.

“Jiu Sheng, you……” Hong Yue looked at that sword in disbelief as she was frozen in place.

This was the Netherworld Sword, the divine sword of the underworld. Even Ming Si had never touched this sword before, but now it was in Du Jiu Sheng’s hand.

“The heavens and earth, the ghost and spirits, Netherworld Curse.” Du Jiu Sheng narrowed his eyes as all warmth disappeared from his eyes.

He looked at Jin Rong Feng like this as he softly said, “I vow to fall into the underworld forever……”

“Jiu Sheng, don’t!”

“Du Jiu Sheng!”

Hong Yue and Luo Qing Chen spoke at the same time, but they couldn’t move at all even if they wanted to.

The powerful blue light was like a barrier that protected Luo Qing Chen and the Netherworld Sword in his hand stabbed out at Jin Rong Feng.

The blue light penetrated his chest and spread bit by bit.

He was filled with pain, but his smile was that bright. The memories of the past flooded his eyes and there was the smell of blood and rot that mixed in the air.

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This time, Du Jiu Sheng wasn’t silent as his eyes calmly looked at Jin Rong Feng, “Because she isn’t the Luo Qing Chen from six hundred years ago, she is the person I am waiting for.”

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