Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

Tonight someone is destined to be sleepless and missed.

The disappearing Emperor Yun, in death purgatory, suffered extreme pain that the undead could not resist.

The dark and monstrous Xingtian Temple, the tenth prison gate, and a black figure standing in the sky, were wrapped in a black mist.

He had long hair flying away, his face pale, his fox's eyes slightly open, and he was going through a thunderstrike.

Cleave!

Lightning flashed across, a sky of thunder rose from the black mist, and chopped alive on the man's body, for a moment, blood was dripping.

His eyebrows weren't even wrinkled, but his slightly opened eyes suddenly closed.

Suddenly, days of thunder rolled and lightning thunder filled the entire Xingtian Temple, and all the flying thunder that struck him struck his body.

"Um ..." At this moment, he uttered the first syllable slightly with nasal sounds, without pain, but instead seemed to whisper.

The pretty figure who had been sitting on the high seat and witnessing everything was flapping his sleeves.

She looked up at the figure surrounded by the mist and screamed: "Emperor Yun, you damn it! I really wanted to end up with you by myself!"

"My vitality has recovered, it was she who saved me, and no one can help me unless I wanted to die or she let me die." Emperor Yun didn't look at her, ridiculed while being sentenced.

"The temple gave you the curse of the Holy Spirit. If you kill someone, it will trigger the punishment. You must try the seventy-two punishments! For her, it is for her ?!"

"Only after trying the punishment, can we get rid of the curse and kill unscrupulously. I have never met the one who deserves my protection before, but it is different now."

"Di Yun! I disagree!"

"You can't help you, there are sixty-two sentences left, come again."

"Ah--" Dixue frantically burst a huge internal force from his palms, and Di Yun was pushed into the eleventh prison gate like a kite with a broken line.

"You're not worth it!" Before the door closed, she mourned in pain. Although she had witnessed the facts, it was still unbearable to hear him speak out.

"Anyway, I have to go through it sooner or later. It doesn't matter if I suffer these earlier. I'm willing to use the moment of pain and exchange with her for a long time."

"Do not!!!"

With a gurgle, Di Xue's stern cry was separated by a ruthless prison gate.

Di Yun waited for the subsequent punishment in silence, without a trace of pain and regret.

In the air, a chain of blood-red light slammed into his naked-naked upper body, and the bright red blood spattered out willingly.

"Cough—" He mumbled.

Immediately afterwards, another chain of iron followed, covering up that blood fountain severely.

Blood stains, but there is no time to heal, except for the back next to the cold iron pillar, Di Yun's entire body is under the chain attack.

Once, again, the endless cycle, the darkness continues in a place that no one knows ...

"Ye'er."

"Di Yun !!!"

Bai Ye Huo Ran sat up, a sweat on his forehead.

She looked around in confusion. In front of her, it was still the inn's room, but she seemed to be in another unfamiliar cold environment.

It was like a hell on earth, with only dark cages and blood-splattered torture tools.

The nightgown had been soaked with sweat, and the messy internal force was raging in the room. She clutched the bed board under her, and the bed board gradually sunken, forming a finger-shaped cavity, but she didn't realize it.

Is that illusion?

Was it what she saw in the God Destruction array that day?

But this time it appeared in the dream, but it seemed clearer and more ... real!