Faced with the forceful arrest that broke into the door, Cui Yingxian chose to resist arrest without hesitation. She showed a powerful fighting ability that was not inferior to first-class warriors, as well as at least two spells that used blood as the media, killing five ghost-faced armored soldiers in a row and escaping from the wall. The prince's success made Cui Chongyi's private residence.

The continuous life-and-death battle made Cui Yingxian, who had no time to absorb the blood and energy of the murdered soldier, consumed almost half of her energy, but she was still unscathed and chased without any injuries, fled into a remote alley, and sneaked into a small courtyard of a private house.

Those ghost-faced armored soldiers are full of blood and energy, and they want to suck them very much!

Cui Yingxian gasped violently, and the feeling of hunger caused by her mind rather than her stomach made her feel strong appetite. She needed...food.

"My lady, who are you? How did you come in?"

A scholar who seemed to have a poor family background probably heard the movement in the yard, opened the door and came out to check the situation and saw Cui Yingxian gasping while holding the wall.

After seeing Cui Yingxian's appearance and figure clearly, the scholar's eyes suddenly lit up, and he instantly recalled Nie Xiaoqian, the heroine of the so-called newspaper he read yesterday, in the so-called "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Alas, it’s a pity that there is a shadow under the feet of this lady.

"This lady, are you okay? The young student He Weimeng in Yuezhou is a fellow villager of His Highness the King of Wei. I have submitted a letter of recommendation to the King of Wei. I will be able to get the King of Wei very soon. I can rest assured..."

The scholar straightened his back and tried his best to look elegant and elegant.

Yuezhou? A fellow townsman of the King of Wei?

After taking a look, Cui Yingxian, who had no intention of paying attention to this poor scholar, moved her eyes back: "Mr., my foot is injured. Can you... come and help me?"

When she spoke, Cui Yingxian looked pitiful. Who would have thought that she had just killed five soldiers in a row, and the sacrificial knife she held in her right hand tightly in her sleeve was covered with blood?

"Oh, madam, don't worry! I'll help you now!"

This poor scholar in Yuezhou named He Weimeng could not stand there, but he ran to Cui Yingxian in two steps in three steps.

Unfortunately, what greeted He Weimeng was not the red soft croaker, but the blood-dripping sacrifice knife that penetrated his heart.

"For, for...why?"

He Weimeng looked down at the sharp blade that was in his heart, and his face was full of disbelief - Madam, I have never met you forever, without any resentment or revenge.

"All scholars in Yuezhou deserve to die!"

Cui Yingxian looked murderous, pulled out the sacrifice knife with her backhand, and the gushing blood splattered her whole body.

Poor He Shusheng, making a sound, threw himself into the room, and his blood quickly flowed into a river, and he died with his eyes open.

Bang-

It's the sound of a wooden basin falling to the ground.

Cui Yingxian, covered in blood, raised her head and saw a little maid about twelve or thirteen years old. She looked at her and the flop He Shusheng with trembling body. The little maid was scattered with washed clothes and wooden basins.

Cui Yingxian sniffed, showing a creeping smile: "Good luck, very delicious."

"ah!"

The little maid is much smarter than He Shusheng. When she noticed the danger, she turned around and ran away as soon as she realized it.

However, facing Cui Yingxian, who could easily fight the elite soldiers, where could the weak little maid escape?

A moment later, the poor little maid corpse was lying in the warehouse, and a budded flower had withered before it could bloom...

Cui Yingxian knelt beside the corpse, constantly twitched her nose and drew all the blood and semen of the little maid. Then she found a brush and dipped it in the little maid's blood that had not yet solidified to draw a twisted and weird statue on the wall.

"The Supreme Holy and All-powerful Blood God, please enjoy the sacrifices! The trusted woman today... needs strength!"

He Shusheng's body was dragged into the house and stacked it with the little maid's body before the blood-colored statue. Cui Yingxian kowtowed and bowed three times to the statue.

The image of the blood god painted in blood on the wall shone with the blink of an eye with Cui Yingxian's bowing.

Two blood lines flew out from the dead He Shusheng and the little maid, and poured into the blood-colored statue on the wall. A scream of horror and shrillness came from the two blood lines.

Cui Yingxian maintained a kneeling position, staring at the blood-colored statue on the wall with mixed awe, longing and mad eyes, until the two blood lines were completely sucked into the blood-colored statue.

A drop of black blood flew out of the blood-colored statue and landed on the kneeling posture between Cui Yingxian's eyebrows.

The blood-colored statue on the wall gradually disappeared, leaving only a roar in Cui Yingxian's mind - "Kill!"

This roar swept through Cui Yingxian's soul like a typhoon. Countless bloodshots appeared in her eyes, and the whites of her eyes were completely dyed blood red.

Go and kill the unlucky Tang Boyan!

Go and kill the old man who was the one who was against my husband and wife!

Go and kill the lowly slaves in the Wei Palace who dared to go against me!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill all the miscellaneous things that are against the Blood God!"

Cui Yingxian let out a strange scream, her girlish-like skin burst into pieces, revealing the dense granulation like worms that twisted endlessly under her skin. Her delicate face was completely deformed, like a corpse ghoul...

Cui Yingxian's body twisted into a strange angle, and her hands and feet were like a wild beast, and she rushed out of the utility room, climbed over the wall and crossed the alley and headed straight towards the direction where the Wei Palace was.

At this time, Yujing City was in chaos, and there were blood god believers who turned into monsters like Cui Yingxian, who were killing innocent civilians indiscriminately! The soldiers who were not afraid of life and death to jointly enforce the law!

...

The inner courtyard of the King of Wei’s Mansion.

Old Master Tang ended his third basic interpretation, and his god-like omniscient and omnipotent feeling receded like a tide, leaving behind severe headaches and blood from the nasal cavity.

The maids were so scared that they were crying together, and they frowned because the imperial physician who had been invited in advance, the imperial physician Jia Zhongjing was taking his pulse.

"Sir, are there any stories to listen to today? What were you doing just now? You don't seem to be very good now."

That mysterious and mysterious voice sounded in Tang Ning's ears.

Time is just right.

The weak Tang Ning quickly replied in his heart: "Hey, it's not just not good, I'm very bad. Since you have seen it, I won't hide it from you. I may not be able to tell you the story of Journey to the West."

"Why can't I finish the talk?"

The mysterious and mysterious voice immediately asked.

"Because I'm going to die, hiss-" Tang Ning, who was suffering from a split headache, moaned without any falsehood: "Unfortunately, my vicious eldest daughter-in-law actually used witchcraft to attract the Blood God to kill me. I have to live for 5 days at most. The story of Journey to the West can't be finished in 50 days... Alas, God's will, what can I do with it?"

"Sir, this is a man-made disaster! It is definitely not a violation of the will of heaven!" Xuanzhixuan's voice said quickly, and after a brief pause, he said: "Sir, if you allow me, I can help you solve this little bug. However, sir, you must guarantee that you cannot disclose to anyone that I did this, is it okay?"

Old Master Tang quickly replied: "Don't worry, I promise not to reveal a word! If there is any violation, just... let me be hit by five thunder in the sky!"

"Okay, I understand sir." The mysterious voice became relaxed: "Sir, my solution to this little bug may make you feel a little painful. If you are ready, say it and I'm ready to start."

Mr. Tang, who was afraid of long nights and dreams, immediately replied: "I'm ready now!"

boom--!!!

Before Old Master Tang finished speaking, a purple lightning as thick as a bucket came through the air with a force of ten thousand pounds, and fell into the Wei Palace and hit his forehead!

"Damn it, save..."

Before Mr. Tang could finish his words, he was wrapped in a lightning ball!

Doctor Jia, who was taking the pulse, was rejected from the electric lightning ball, and with an electric arc and a freshly baked explosion head, he screamed and drew a parabola and flew up in the air, landing on a magnolia tree.

"Old, old man!"

"Oh my God, the old man was struck by lightning!"

The maids, musicians and singers who witnessed this scene were all fascinated!

Dian Zaixing said nothing, crossed his shoulder and rushed towards the electric lightning ball. He rushed to three steps and could no longer move forward. He gritted his teeth and drew his sword with all his strength, slashed out with a flashing arc, and then flew backwards and fell into the lotus pond...

Dian Zaixing's sword seemed to have played a role.

The huge electric ball wrapped in Tangning collapsed into hundreds of purple spherical lightning, flew in all directions and flew out of the Wei Palace in a flash!

Cui Yingxian, who has become a monster, is already very close to the back house of Prince Wei’s Mansion!

A thunder ball broke through the air! It hit Cui Yingxian's disheveled head!

Bang—!!!!

The headless twisted body shook twice and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!