Chapter 927 The original wife who was killed by favoring sons over daughters was the master 39

Wei Zhao still wanted to scold Su Yan for being arrogant and daring to speak to him like that.

However, before he could speak, Su Yan swung his sword like a rocket, breaking through the obstruction of evil spirits and ghosts, and arrived at the altar without being affected at all.

She swung her sword twice randomly, and then I heard the sharp sound of metal scratching stone.

The evil energy that had originally gathered suddenly dissipated everywhere like a deflated balloon.

Wei Zhao's blood immediately boiled over and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You!" Wei Zhao was shaking with anger and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Of course, it could also be that he suffered the backlash of the forbidden technique and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

The altar he had arranged with great pains, the young men and women of the yin time and month he had gathered with great difficulty, finally came to the last critical moment, but was destroyed by her so easily.

His overwhelming rage seemed to be tangible and shot towards Su Yan.

However, Su Yan pretended not to see it and continued to swing the sword in his hand, cutting the ropes that bound the boys and girls and chopping down the pillars engraved with spells.

With a series of loud wavings, the altar was instantly destroyed by her and was in disarray.

Wei Zhao roared: "I'm going to kill you!"

Su Yan raised his eyes frivolously and said mockingly, "You got it the other way around."

Wei Zhao endured the pain in his body, held a whisk in his hand, and hit Su Yan in the face.

At this moment, he didn't care about the injuries on his body. Anger made him lose his mind and he just wanted to kill this bitch who ruined his good deeds.

The ping-pong sound was the sound of his whisk colliding with Su Yan's sword.

He thought that this specially made whisk could withstand anything, but he didn't expect that the opponent's silver sword seemed to be no simple matter.

Su Yan swung the sword casually and his movements were perfunctory as if he was teasing a puppy. It was obvious that he was not taking the fight seriously.

Wei Zhao became more and more nervous as the fight went on. He was actually no match for this little girl. He didn't know which sect she was from, and he was not familiar with all her moves.

When did such a genius emerge among the Xuanmen?

Su Yan had teased him enough, and had let the silver sword spurt for a while, so it was time to end it all.

Su Yan's sword suddenly became sharper, and Wei Zhao couldn't resist it at all.

He was terrified, knowing that if he continued like this, he might really fall into the hands of this woman.

As a last resort, he took out the talisman he had drawn with his own blood and essence. He believed that under his talisman, no matter how powerful this woman was, she would die.

Thunder Talisman, Fire Talisman, Immobilization Talisman, Gravity Talisman, one by one attacked Su Yan.

The reason why he used so many talismans was entirely because of anger. He wished he could tear Su Yan into pieces. He was about to succeed. As long as he sacrificed the blood of these people, his power would increase tenfold than before. He might even be able to break through the foundation and form a golden elixir in one fell swoop.

However, everything was ruined because of this woman.

He thought he would see the miserable scene of Su Yan being struck by lightning, burned by fire, and nailed down, trying to struggle but unable to.

However, as soon as the talismans flew in front of Su Yan, they spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.

Wei Zhao was confused. What had just happened?

Why did his talisman spontaneously combust?

Su Yan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, then took out a talisman and said contemptuously: "You want to be struck by lightning, right? I'll satisfy you!"

A talisman paper was quickly stuck to his body, and before he could tear it off, there was a loud bang.

Wei Zhao was hit on the head and his face was as black as a man who had just returned from Africa.

He exhaled a puff of white smoke, and before he could react, another talisman flew over and his body instantly caught fire.

The flames devoured his skin mercilessly, burning him and causing him to roll on the ground.

"Ah! Who are you?"

Wei Zhao could only put a water-recalling talisman on himself to extinguish the fire on his body.

Su Yan snorted coldly: "I am your great-grandmother, and you dare to show off your skills in front of me. You are overestimating yourself."

Wei Zhao was shocked. The other party's cultivation level and the spiritual power contained in the talisman paper far exceeded his.

Could it be that she is really a hidden master, who has become a naughty child because of her high level of cultivation, and whose real age is actually old enough to be his grandmother?

Wei Zhao stared at Su Yan in horror. Could he be so unlucky?

No! He was clearly going to defy fate and extend his life, so why couldn't he change his destiny?

The reason why Wei Zhao was so obsessed with improving his cultivation and was willing to use various forbidden techniques to help himself practice was because his master had told him a fortune twenty years ago, and the fortune showed that he would have a catastrophe when he was fifty years old, and it was a catastrophe of life and death, and there was almost no way to break it.

But Wei Zhao did not believe in fate. He did not believe that as a cultivator he could only live to be fifty years old.

You know, as long as you refine the Qi into your body, you can live for at least a hundred years.

With his talent, he would definitely be able to build a foundation before the age of forty, and after building the foundation his life span would be at least two hundred years. How could he only live to fifty?

He was unwilling to accept this, so he looked for various ways to improve his cultivation and practice forbidden techniques, hoping to break his fate.

He is exactly fifty years old this year. Could it be that this disaster will happen here?

Wei Zhao staggered to his feet, neither human nor ghost. He stared at Su Yan in disbelief. Was his misfortune brought upon him by this woman?

what! ! !

Wei Zhao howled to the sky, he was unwilling to accept the fact. Why did he have to be brought down to dust at the last moment?

He was obviously about to succeed, so why did such a powerful person suddenly appear?

"Why do you want to kill me? I have no grudge against you!"

Su Yan asked back: "Why did you kill these innocent people? What grudge do they have against you?"

Wei Zhao: "They are just ants. Their lives are only a few decades long. How can they compare with me?"

Su Yan: "You are just a piece of trash. Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant."

Wei Zhao: "You! If you don't let me live well, I won't let you live well either!"

As he said that, Wei Zhao suddenly rushed towards Su Yan, as if he was going to die together with him.

He thought that his full-strength attack would at least seriously injure his opponent.

However, he was just dreaming. Before he could get close to Su Yan, he was blocked by an invisible energy force. Su Yan stared at him coldly, and then a fan appeared in his hand.

Wei Zhao had a bad feeling and he instinctively felt that the fan was dangerous.

For someone like him who has committed so many evil things, a simple death is too easy for him. He should be burned away by the mysterious fire that shakes the nine heavens to expel all his sins.

Su Yan raised the fan and waved it, and an ice-blue flame instantly burst out and ignited his whole body.

"Ah!" The burning pain was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than the previous fire talisman. It seemed as if the fire burned into his bones.

He used water talismans, earth talismans, no matter what talismans or magic he used, he could not extinguish the flames.

He watched himself being devoured bit by bit by the blue flames. His hands turned to ashes, his legs were also burned to ashes, and slowly his whole body and his soul were burned.

He felt infinite panic. No matter how many clones he had hidden for himself before, this fire was a flame that struck the soul directly. He felt his soul trembling.

"What kind of fire is this and why can't it be extinguished?"

Seeing that he was about to be reduced to ashes, Su Yan kindly replied, "Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire, a divine fire that devours all evil and wickedness in the world."

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire, how is it possible? How is it possible that divine fire really exists in the world?"

Su Yan looked at him coldly, and then said: "That's just because you are ignorant."