"What the hell happened?" Yue Ke roared in horror as she watched everything that happened in front of her.

Such a strange scene, coupled with the words "Wrath of the Dead", is like a ghost coming into the world, giving a blow to all the people present.

One by one, if it weren't for the fact that the emperor was still here, I am afraid that he would have been the unfortunate person who hugged his head and ran away!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the big thing is not good, the land of the palace, the yin qi is too heavy, when Jun Han came back from casting the spell, he touched this ghost who had been suppressed by the true dragon's qi for thousands of years! Among them—" Qin Louyue staggered up from that place, folded her hands, and quickly cast a spell, aiming at the blue flames that had spread on the floor, trying to suppress the soul that was wandering in the smoke of the blue flames, and under the faint light, white phantoms were called, which made the group of people present suddenly frightened.

"Junlou, I order you, order you to get rid of these damn things!" The person who was already scared half to death could still care about roaring, his face was hideous, and with a sweep of his sleeves, all the dry things on the table were thrown out, and even the beauty who was still snuggling in his arms was almost pushed out by him.

The bottles and cans of containers were mixed with the roaring thunder, which pierced the fragile hearts of countless people in this deathly silence, forcing them to dig out the evil that had been buried for an unknown amount of time in an instant!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Jun Lou can't suppress the anger of these undead! Your Majesty, you leave quickly, leave, these unjust dead souls in the deep palace will devour everything, devour everything!" Qin Louyue's hands turned again, blood gushed from her fingertips, and her hair crown seemed to be quickly scattered after being hit hard, and the corners of her mouth were blood-red, not half of the appearance of a jade boy.

Just as Qin Louyue's words fell, and she was knocked to the ground by the invisible force, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the torrential rain instantly swept along the yin wind, and thousands of candles in the entire hall were extinguished in an instant, and there was a sudden black silence.

The dark blue flames still burned and spread on the floor, reflecting the intricate figures of the people.

Screaming, exclaiming, and losing sight, these dignitaries and nobles who don't know how many bad things they have done and how many wrongs they have created, and the authoritative rulers have poured into the door that is still wide open.

When life is threatened, there is no concept of a monarch or a minister, and all that everyone can think of is to flee quickly.

Squeezing, falling, chaos, life and death, as long as you hold on to your own life, everything is no longer an obstacle, but whoever stands in the way will die.

So, the sound of the table toppling was hidden in the howling wind, and in addition to exclamations and shouts, there were more beatings, kicks, collisions, and sometimes terrible screams among each other.

Lightning and thunder, whimpering suddenly sounded the sonorous sound of war drums, and a fierce figure slowly emerged from the blue flames that no one dared to approach, in this darkness, poured into the blue flames, refracting the silver-white brilliance,

"Guys, do you remember the strings?"

That voice that should have been a low voice quickly spread in this chaotic and absurd space, reaching the ears of everyone who was rushing to flee for their lives, like a ghost and a terrifying person, and set off waves in everyone's hearts.

The god of war, the legendary woman who is dead!

Is it really here to ask for your life?

And Yueke, who had just stepped down from the high platform, faintly heard the voice coming from nowhere, and suddenly her pupils shrank suddenly, and she almost didn't fall from the low steps.

And the concubine beside her was gone, and Yue Ke trembled and stared at the ghost that was no longer human that gradually revealed the whole picture.

"Yueke, do you also think that one day, it will fall into the hands of my Yue Xian?" The armor, the chic and sharp figure was shrouded in a faint white light, and that face, from the original clear and handsome, suddenly began to become blood-red, and the voice fell on everyone's ears. More and more lonely. She held the long sword that glowed with cold light in the dark night, and walked step by step towards the trembling Yueke, who had no one to help, and even struggled to stand up.

The blood-red face, the armor peeled off piece by piece, and the ghost suddenly began to become blood-red, even the crown of hair was red and gorgeous, blurred, and turned into a dark red shadow, terrifying and gloomy.

"All of you present, when Yue Xian died, did you all know that this bright red wedding dress turned out to be my Yue Xian's taboo clothes, hehehe......"

"Don't come, don't come, it's not me who did it, it's all them, it's all Shangguan Hao, it's all the damn person, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with it......" Yue Ke no longer had the domineering chic spirit he had when he encircled and suppressed a month ago, his frightened eyes reflected the blood-red shadow, and his mind was full of the figure of the unruly and unruly strange woman in a red wedding dress, over and over again, overwhelming his heart and drowning his soul.

"Those of you who are still ready to escape, do you think you can really escape? Or is it not enough to be afraid that the god of war is dead?" The pale blue flame suddenly emerged from the feet of the red shadow, slowly turning deeper, and the pair of blood-red eyes in the dark night stared at everyone who fled, as if they were gods in the dark night, but in the blink of an eye, their minds had been annihilated inch by inch, leaving only terror and fear.

The sound of the sting floated by, and the temple of Chengming was no longer clear, only the door of the temple was wide open, constantly pouring into the wind, faintly under the reflection of thunder, flashing white shadows, confused, slowly surrounding the door. Although the fleeing crowd is the naked eye, they can easily feel the coercion and killing intent shrouded in it, in the gray-white space, under the storm, when the lightning and thunder roar, the ethereal ghosts, vaguely visible are holding weapons, mercilessly sealing all the retreats.

"Ghost, ghost, don't kill me, no!!" First of all, when he arrived at the door, the squire of the criminal department raised his eyes to look around, and in the wind and rain, a flash of light suddenly appeared, and the blood light exploded, and at that moment, cut the footsteps of all those who fled.

Because, the person who was still standing turned into a pool of blood in an instant, and even the people who were there were momentarily still didn't have time to see how the chaotic ghost figure acted, and the person who tried to provoke had already turned into nothing.

"If you feel that you have a clear conscience, then go out!" the red shadow opened his mouth without leaving a trace, and continued to press Yue Ke, who had already witnessed all this strange event, and terrorized the once high-ranking emperor who was close to collapse in the great fright.

And the dozens of people in this space have been frightened to the extreme, no one dares to challenge easily, and no one even dares to take a step, as if in an instant, they were nailed there, there is no longer a sound, and this space fell silent in the lightning and thunder.

There was an eerie glow in the silence, and for a moment, the terrified crowd turned all their eyes to the red shadow that gradually turned from blur to clarity.

Lighting a fire step by step, inch by inch, the woman's red clothes were like blood, and her eyes flashed with murderous intent, like a demon, extremely terrifying. The long sword was as ethereal as the wind, cutting through the cold light in the dark night, and every step it took planted more fear in the hearts of those who crossed it, and the time passed too long, so long that it was impossible to calculate, and finally, the figure stopped, standing in front of Yue Ke, who was already frightened and unconscious.

"Yueke, the day of the wedding, the pain of betrayal, the revenge of framing, you say, should I ask for my life from you, the culprit?" was still a terrifying voice, in the sudden thunder, little by little, corroding the hearts of the people who had already been frightened to the point of being unconscious. Let them think that after this sentence, blood will be splattered on the spot.

But, no, because the emperor who was once high in the sky suddenly knelt down and began to beg for mercy, his expression was flustered, and even the words were stammering: "Yue Xian, no, no, I didn't do it, no, it's Shangguan Hao, and there is, and Yun Che!! Yu Danzong, they want you to die! I, I'm just—just instigated by them, I really don't care about my business, no matter what!"

"Who else, who else, is involved in this, ah, who else!" The terrible scream echoed sharply in this lonely space.

"There's him, and he, he, he, yes! It's them, they're all the ones who pestered!" Yue Ke suddenly raised his forehead, which was already a little red and swollen, and pointed at those who were secretly involved, moving one by one, successfully making the faces of the officials standing in the crowd turn pale.

"If it's them, then what crime should you be guilty of?" the red-clothed ghost continued to step forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly put it on Yue Ke's neck, and said sadly.

"No, don't kill me, I'm going to do this... The position of the general is returned to you, as long as you let it go, you let me go, let me go-" Yue Ke was still groveling and begging for mercy, but unexpectedly, a red cloth suddenly called at him, and threw him out of the hall with the speed of thunder.

There were a few more white figures floating in the main hall, all inexplicable, but enough to make everyone frightened.

Because, the people who had just been identified by Yue Ke had already been thrown out in the same way, only to hear the sound of plopping.

"Heaven is evil, it is forgivable, self-inflicted, you can't live!" Jun Yue turned around, and the internal force lingered with the sound, spreading out.

A sound fell, and a bolt of lightning slammed down.

The sky suddenly turned white, illuminating the charred corpses, and the sound of crackling rain was still stirring, falling on all the buildings.

The supreme ruler of Dayong, known as the emperor of the Ninety-Five, was dramatically killed by lightning on his birthday.

Start and end there.

And the ending is actually predestined.

In the gloomy hall, there was another cold wind, but after the wind passed, it was a sudden brightness of the hall.