The majesty of the superior!

Yi Yuan thought her thoughts were ridiculous. Yun Qingyan was at best Miss Jizhugu. How could she have the majesty of a superior?

"Yun Qingyun, I didn't do anything to you." Yi Yuan smiled: "I just slipped my hand and accidentally knocked down a tree anaconda. Who knew you were so unlucky, just under that tree anaconda."

Yi Yuan was confident that Yun Qingyu and the others dared not attack her in violation of the rules of the Palace of the Cold. She thought to herself that Yun Qingyu could only feel extremely happy like "the mute ate Coptis chinensis and couldn't say anything."

Feng Yu looked at Yi Yuan with cold and bloodthirsty eyes, and he was like Shura's death god.

Mu Hua looked at Yi Yuan with indifferent eyes as snowy as if he was looking at the dead, "Yuan, how do you want her to die?"

If it was so cold that it was not a little warm, Yi Yuan couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, she truly felt the oppression from death.

She gritted her teeth and said tremblingly: "Don't forget, this is the Secret Realm of the Molten Emperor! If you kill this saint here, you will violate the rules of His Majesty the Molten Emperor, and you will never leave the Secret Realm in your life!"

"The rules of the Mysterious Realm of the Molten Emperor?" Feng Yu sneered and looked at the invisible Mysterious Emperor.

I saw Emperor Rong’s face turned pale, staring at Yi Yuan, his eagle eyes were about to spit out!

"Young God, this bitch dares to plot against the little goddess, so you must not let her go!" Emperor Rong said in a voice that only Yun Qingyu and Feng Yu could hear: "Little Goddess, you can kill her anyway. I still have the power to dominate this secret realm!"

Hearing the words of Emperor Rong, Feng Yu condensed his spiritual power in his palm and was about to attack Yi Yuan.

Yi Yuan widened her eyes, but she didn't expect that Feng Yu really dared to take action!

However, at this time—

Yun Qingyu held Feng Yu's hand and stopped him.

Yi Yuan immediately showed joy on her face, and she looked at Yun Qingyun proudly: "Yun Qingyun, you know the current affairs! If you dare to kill this saint, even if you leave the secret realm, Uncle Yun will not let you go!"

Yun Qingxu glanced at Yi Yuan with a cold smile on her beautiful face: "Yi Yuan, do you think I really dare not kill you?"

Yi Yuan turned cold, her smile suddenly stiffened, and suddenly she had a bad premonition.

I saw Yun Qingyu's fingertips condensed spiritual power and gently swinging, and a pain spread in her body as if a bone was being gnawed!

"ah--"

Looking at Yun Qingyun's smile as bright as summer flowers but as cold as cold as the sky, Yi Yuan felt as frightened as if she was stared at by the god of death.

"You! What did you do?" Yi Yuan held Yun Qingyun tightly. The pain in her body made her almost commit suicide!

Yun Qingyun chuckled softly, and the words said were as gentle as Chunfeng: "Yiyuan, I did nothing. But--"

The voice suddenly became cold, and the momentum burst out like the Supreme Empress: "Even if I, Yun Qingyun, do nothing, can make you unable to survive or die. Do you believe it?"

"ah--"

The pain in her body made Yi Yuan almost faint, but whenever she was about to faint, something seemed to make her awake! This clear and terrifying pain seemed to have the meridians all over her body being torn and chopped, making Yi Yuan want to die immediately.

Yi Yuan kept rolling on the ground, tears flowing, her face was covered with dust, like a dirty beggar, not at all like a cold and proud saint of Cang Yunzong.

In her eyes, the hatred for Yun Qingyun was replaced by fear little by little. She looked at Feng Yu, who was dressed in white, like a banished immortal, and burst into tears: "Uncle Feng, save me!"
Chapter completed!