Buried alive by his own mother, he brought a coffin to the whole family when he returned

Chapter 466 This is what happens to you!

Everyone present was stunned by the scene before them.

I saw Yan Chenqi, dressed in snow-white clothes, holding a soul-scaring stick, with an upright posture and sharp eyes. Her black hair was flying in the wind, and she looked so heroic that people dared not look directly at her. She was like an invincible female general, with innate majesty and domineering.

Then, the Soul-Slaying Stick seemed to have gained spirituality, with layers of golden flames lingering around the stick. Yan Chenqi waved the Soul-Slaying Stick in his hand, performing a set of majestic stick techniques in one go.

"This stick technique..."

Qin Sizhan's eyes tightened, and he suddenly felt that the stick technique performed by Yan Chenqi was somewhat familiar, as if it was the same as the dance performed by Gu Yue that he saw in his dream.

Chu Yan had never seen such a domineering Yan Chenqi before. He was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He said in disbelief, "Oh my God, isn't Junior Sister so handsome? And how can she use the Soul-Suppressing Stick?"

As he said this, he looked at Qin Sizhan with a puzzled and shocked look.

A sentence echoed in Qin Sizhan's mind: I am the real owner of the Soul-Shocking Stick.

I see……

Qin Sizhan turned his eyes and looked at Yan Chenqi in the night sky. With a hint of fascination and admiration in his eyes that did not seem to belong to him, he said softly: "Because, she is the real owner of the Soul-Scaring Stick, Gu Yue."

"Gu Yue? Is he the god who made weapons?!"

Chu Yan was shocked, and suddenly remembered that Yan Chenqi had mentioned her and Qin Sizhan’s past lives before.

So, he looked at Qin Sizhan with a puzzled, shocked, and stifled smile, and said, "I heard that Gu Yue and Ling Xi are your and Junior Sister's previous lives. If Junior Sister is Gu Yue, then you are..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Yan started laughing, "Ahahaha..."

Therefore, Qin Sizhan’s previous life was a young lady from an aristocratic family with peerless beauty.

Qin Sizhan looked at Chu Yan who was laughing so hard that he was bent over backwards, without any of the serious demeanor of the Lord of the Underworld.

His eyes turned cold, and he opened his thin lips slightly, "Shut up."

In his previous life, he was the eldest daughter of an aristocratic family with peerless beauty.

In this life, he is the handsome and richest man.

These natural conditions can be said to be passed down from generation to generation.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore. Is that okay? Why are you so shy?"

Chu Yan continued to speak seriously, "I will continue laughing after Junior Sister has dealt with this pervert."

Then, they both looked up at the night sky at the same time.

At this moment, Yan Chenqi was extremely domineering, like an insolent goddess who didn't take anyone seriously at all.

Shen Zhixing originally thought that he had a sure win, but now seeing Yan Chenqi's powerful aura, it was like he had become a completely different person.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he looked at her in disbelief with horror, saying, "How could this happen? How can you use the Soul-Scaring Stick? You are not Yan Chenqi, who are you?!"

By the end of his speech, he was already roaring. The emergence of this uncontrollable factor made him lose his composure.

Yan Chenqi's eyes were cold, and he curled his lips slightly, revealing a sneer of contempt, and said in a cold voice: "You are just an ant, you are not worthy of knowing who I am."

After saying that, she held the soul-scaring stick and attacked Shen Zhixing.

Her stick skills were powerful and immensely powerful. She beat Shen Zhixing like a drowned dog with a stick and left him powerless to fight back.

Shen Zhixing felt pain all over his body, and his already frizzy hair became even frizzier because he was too angry.

He took a few deep breaths and adjusted himself.

Then, he glared at Yan Chenqi fiercely and said, "I don't care who you are, you will die today!"

Yan Chenqi curled his lips and smiled coldly, "What a big tone."

"Humph, since you don't believe me, then I'll let you see how powerful I am!"

There was a hint of coldness in Shen Zhixing's bloodshot eyes, and he opened his bloody mouth and laughed madly.

Then, he threw the Xia Liu sword in his hand into the sky, gathered all the evil energy in his body, injected it into the Xia Liu sword, and opened and closed his hands in front of him.

I saw that many evil sword energies emerged from the Xia Liu sword, taking shape and becoming swords.

In an instant, the Xia Liu sword changed from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and from a hundred to a thousand, and formed a sword formation in front of him. All the sword tips pointed directly at Yan Chenqi.

Seeing such a level of cultivation, Chu Yan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at the technical level, "How amazing."

Qin Sizhan on the side glared at him and said, "Shut up."

It really boosts others' morale but destroys your own prestige.

Chu Yan smiled indifferently, "Why are you so nervous? Although he is too powerful, my little sister is ten thousand times more powerful than him."

What he said was true. Even though Shen Zhixing used so many tricks, Yan Chenqi didn't take them seriously at all.

She even smiled slightly, looked at Shen Zhixing and said, "That's it?"

This statement is not very hurtful, but it is extremely insulting.

This can be considered as a stimulus to Shen Zhixing.

He secretly clenched his fists and shouted coldly: "Die!"

As soon as the words fell, thousands of swords were fired at once, and all the sword energy flew towards Yan Chenqi.

Yan Chenqi took out the Ruyi Fan calmly, opened it, and flew to the top of the Soul-Slaying Stick, spinning it non-stop.

These two weapons combined form an umbrella.

Yan Chenqi held the Soul-Scaring Stick in his hand and used the umbrella formed by the rotating Ruyi Fan to block in front of him, and easily bounced back the sword energy.

Shen Zhixing was caught off guard. He saw all the sword energy turned around and shot towards him. Before he could dodge, the thousands of sword energies pierced through his body.

He didn't expect that he would be hurt by himself.

"what!"

He let out a painful groan, then fell to the ground, spitting blood.

He clutched his injured heart tightly, looking at Yan Chenqi with eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Yan Chenqi held the Ruyi Fan in his left hand and the Soul-Scaring Stick in his right hand. He looked down at him with an extraordinary demeanor and smiled coldly, "You dared to attack my people. This is your fate."

At this point, Shen Zhixing can only use his ultimate move and fight to the death.

He struggled to stand up from the ground, opened his hands, and roared towards the night sky: "Ah! Come on! Destroy it!"

As soon as the words fell, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

Afterwards, the magic bead hidden in the deep pit suddenly emitted a deeper green light, madly absorbing the souls bound there, and injected the green light into Shen Zhixing's body from the top of his head.

Those souls roared in pain, which sounded terrifying.

A gust of cold wind blew around Shen Zhixing, and an invisible and terrifying magic circle was formed. No one could get close to him. He was in the center of the circle, waving his arms and legs like a madman.

"Qin Sizhan! Yan Chenqi! No matter what the cost, I will kill you today!"