bookrebus Chapter 451 Soul Gathering
Chapter 451 Soul Gathering
Chapter 451 Soul Gathering
Just when 6872 was exhausted from collecting the information, Qin Ci'an's soul split reached its limit and he was on the verge of collapse.
Seeing that Liu An and his men were still killing indiscriminately, at least half of them were still there.
"No, it's not time yet."
When Chu Ziyu saw this, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He opened the small silver-white box in his hand and absorbed all the light spots around him.
6872 also sped up and put the collected light spots into another small box.
Chu Ziyu threw the box in his hand into the hand of 6872, his soul flew up, and his body returned to normal. Chu Ziyu stood in the air, his long silver-white hair scattered behind his shoulders like flowing clouds, and a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows reflected his pale face.
He waved his hand to set up a magic circle to maintain the illusion, but he did not notice that in the southeast corner of the Gu Mansion, when the barrier fell to the ground, a black light followed the barrier and penetrated into the barrier formed by Chu Ziyu's divine power.
At the moment when the magic circle was completely completed, Chu Ziyu coughed a few times. He did not pay much attention to it, thinking that the excessive release of divine power caused an overload on his soul, and the abnormality only lasted for that moment.
Zhou Lingxi was looking at the black-robed man standing under the locust tree outside the Gu Mansion from afar. The immortal in his eyes was wearing a plain immortal robe with blood-stained sleeves. The golden pattern on the cuffs had been shattered the moment the formation was formed.
"Brother, you are mine. It's almost time, it's almost time..."
What flashed through his mind was a thousand years ago: dusk was falling, a sword was gleaming coldly, the dust from the collapsing mountains in the distance had not yet dissipated, and there was that lonely figure.
As he swung his arms, the black robe did not completely cover his body, revealing the broken Immortal Locking Chain tied around his wrist, and his figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.
At this time, King Huainan's men had already completed the brutal massacre of "everyone in Gu Mansion".
Liu An stood in the ruins of the Gu Mansion, looking at the blood and corpses on the ground, with no emotion in his heart.
He calmly checked the Gu Mansion to make sure no one was still alive. Then, he ordered everyone to pour the prepared kerosene in every corner of the Gu Mansion, including rooms, corridors, courtyards, etc.
As the kerosene flowed, the entire Gu Mansion was filled with a pungent smell. Liu An nodded with satisfaction. He knew that once the fire was ignited, the Gu Mansion would be burned to ashes in an instant, and all the evidence would be destroyed.
Finally, Liu An personally picked up the torch and threw it towards the gate of Gu Mansion without hesitation. In an instant, the flames spread rapidly and engulfed the entire Gu Mansion.
The raging fire lit up the night sky, and thick smoke billowed as if it was going to burn the entire world to ashes.
Flames shot up into the sky…
"let's go!"
At this moment, Qin Ci'an's figure gradually became more and more transparent, and with a bang, it turned into countless spots of light in front of 6872's eyes.
Moreover, the real people of the Gu family had already arrived in the south of the Yangtze River by boat, and went down the waterway, settling down in a place that had been prepared long ago. Gu Liang was the head of the Gu family. Gu Liang was a young man selected by Gu Ci'an from the side branch, and he had been brought to his side and trained for more than half a year, just for this day.
Chu Ziyu's slender fingers were still forming seals, and the huge magic circle under his feet was slowly closing. The golden light scattered and disappeared like broken stars.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the center of the formation. The blood on his lips had not yet dried, but his eyes were as calm as water.
Ancient spells appeared at the edge of the shrinking formation, illuminating his trembling eyelashes as the light gradually dimmed.
The air current raised by the remaining formation behind him rolled up the fallen petals, and a few petals stained his blood-stained collar, as if this touch of decadent color was the only thing left between heaven and earth.