The soldiers present were also frightened, and no matter what king fled directly, where the blood butterfly landed, the grass and trees on the ground would turn into black smoke, and the dead corpses would also turn into black smoke.

There are too many blood butterflies, the huge mausoleum is full of blood butterflies, the blood butterflies surround the entire mausoleum, and a lot of trees and black smoke contact also dried up instantly, surrounded by blood butterflies, the whole mountain is full of blood-red death breath, the whole mountain is like eighteen layers of hell, terrible tight.

Jun Zicheng also panicked, seeing that his Jun Chu'an was dead, he wanted to order the soldiers to take him to escape, but, under the pressure of this breath of death, everyone would escape, and in addition, they also heard that Jun Zicheng was wrong to Jun Lan because of divine fate, knowing that Jun Lan and Yao Yuling were the most powerful, they would try their best to make the two of them kill each other, and despicably use that kind of cruel and inhumane means to deal with a great hero who has contributed to the country, it is simply not worthy of life.

Such an emperor has no heart to do things, listening to Jun Zicheng's words, the ministers and soldiers present are cold, how can they save people again.

"Father, don't be in a hurry for us to have a good talk!" Jun Lan smiled evilly, and the group of blood butterflies turned into blood clouds and brought Jun Lan to Jun Zicheng.

Jun Zicheng couldn't escape, because he didn't know when it started, and a lot of rancid hands grew on the ground, grabbing his legs and preventing him from leaving.

"Father, the deity also learned a kind of criminal law when he was training, and I don't know if it's easy to use or not, so try it for my father first!"

Jun Lan smiled lightly, the faint laughter was a little ethereal, a little chilly, some like a ghost in the night blowing on the back of a person's neck, cold and about to scare people.

"Emperor, Emperor, I, I'm just, I'm just, I'll give you a joke, ......" Jun Zicheng was afraid to follow, pulling his feet back and pulling back, the strength on both sides was very great, and the ground grabbed Jun Zicheng's hand, as if it had taken root on Jun Zicheng's legs, no matter how he dragged it, he couldn't pull it out, Jun Zicheng also sat directly on the ground because of his too strong strength.

Then, I saw Jun Lancuo, who was full of murderous energy, slowly stretched out his hand, and the red light on his cold fingers shone on Jun Zicheng's face, and there were tiny petals like flowers on the other side of the flower flying in Jun Lancuo's hand, and as the red light became heavier and heavier, there were more and more petals.

It didn't get more until it became like a watermelon.

Each petal is as thin and long as a worm spring silkworm, and if you look closely, the red petals have a hint of black, and there seems to be some small reddish collapse on the petals.

He wants to take revenge, he wants Jun Zicheng to suffer the same cry, and he wants to avenge Yao Yuling.

Jun Lancuo's hand moved slightly, and those petals entered from Jun Zicheng's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as if they were alive.

Jun Zicheng wanted to say no, wanted to ask for mercy, wanted to say that he was wrong.

However, before the words could be spoken, these petals entered Jun Zicheng's mouth, and the begging for mercy in his mouth turned into a muffled whimper.

The barbs on the petals scraped Jun Zicheng's eyes bleed, his ears stinged, his nose couldn't breathe, some choked, the fragrance of the flowers on the petals was too strong, he couldn't breathe, and his mouth was also scratched by the barbs on the petals.

However, Jun Zicheng couldn't speak, he could only shed blood and tears, humilly curled up, staring at the coming of death.

However, the reality is always crueler than imagination, how could Jun Lan make Jun Zicheng die easily.