An organ spirit is an organ spirit, even if it possesses the same spiritual consciousness as a human being, it is impossible to possess the same cunning as a human being.
Ye Lingyue was exhausted after tempting and killing Mu Ding Pian Qi Ling, especially Fang Cai Mu Ding Xian Qi Ling had also consumed a lot of her flesh and blood. Her face at the moment was just like white paper.
Ye Lingyue didn't even have extra energy, digesting and absorbing the strength of the five-strength wood, which was just refined and refined.
Her body was soft and crumbling, she was about to fall to the ground, and her arms held her tightly.
The goal is Wu Zhong's eyes, proud and cold eyes.
Ye Lingyue, in a trance, seemed to see a flash of worry in his eyes.
Huh ~ How is it possible, she must be wrong.
The ghost emperor who killed people without blinking, how could he worry about her.
"What the hell is this, only those rattans, and that piece of tripod ..." Wu Zhong has a thousand words, wanting to question Ye Lingyue, but seeing Ye Lingyue's dying appearance, these doubts, It also becomes irrelevant.
"Leaving here, Yin Zhongtian is about to collapse."
The Yinzhongtian in this Nirvana Ding was originally built with the wooden Ding tablet as the core. After it was refined by Ye Lingyue, this space will soon collapse.
The cave began to sway, and the stones on the mountain wall kept falling, and within a quarter of an hour, the entire cave would collapse.
Wu Zhong stared at Ye Lingyue and hugged her up.
"Wait, that coffin."
Although Ye Lingyue was so soft that she couldn't even lift a finger, she was still in a pitiful look, staring at the empty Yaojing coffin on the ground.
"..."
Wu Zhong really wanted to strangle Ye Lingyue.
The phrase "man fortune and death for death" means Ye Lingyue.
He elongated his face and threw Ye Lingyue into the coffin roughly.
"Wu Zhong! Do you dare to throw me into the coffin!"
She was so angry that she didn't want to use this Tai Yi's head to lay the coffin for thousands of years.
A moment earlier, Ye Lingyue, who felt that Wu Zhong was not so bad, was angry again.
If it weren't for her weak and tightness at the moment, she would be sure to use a small amount of fingers on this grumpy and overbearing man, poking out 180 holes.
"Shut up, say one more word, and I will dig you a pit and bury this coffin alive."
Wu Chong was full of resentment, and this woman with no heart and lungs was thinking about the coffin with all her brains.
God knows how nervous he was when he couldn't see her.
Upon hearing the word "buried alive", Ye Lingyue was quiet immediately. The ghost knew if this moody man would really bury her.
The changes that occurred in the heavens of India and Zhongyi, the people outside Taiyi's secret territory, had no idea.
They don't even know that the Mu Ding piece spirit, which is regarded as an artifact of the Taiyi School, has been refined by Ye Lingyue.
In Taiyi's secret realm, Bo Qing, He Bo, and others, after days of chasing, finally found the location of Nirvana Ding and the whereabouts of Yan Dian under the help of Xiao Wuya.
However, several people in the underground Yan Dian's whereabouts were strange, they were traced several times, but escaped several times.
It was all the way to the mountain gate of the Taiyi faction, near the exit of Jiejianchi. Bo Qing and He Boss, and others, successfully intercepted the people of Yan Yan underground again.
"Hand over Nirvana."
Bo Qing stands in the sky, and the Beidou Yuanyuan bell beside him is wrapped with silk threads, like a group of snakes dancing around, coiled around him.
The red robe hunts in the wind, and the jade muscles have red lips.
"What kind of thing do you dare to talk to this place?" The awe-inspiring male voice sounded like nine days away.
When hearing the male voice, several people in the underground Yan Dian were inexplicably surprised.
"Master Ghost Emperor!"
Xiao screamed suddenly, and jumped in one arrow step.
Only Nirvana's whole body opened.
Wu Zhong stood naked and stood in the sky. He also held a coffin in his hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the small creak who wanted to run off.
In the sunlight, the man appeared out of thin air like a god.
Stand against Bo Qing.
Bo Qing's pupil shrank, and he could clearly see the man who was stomping his feet and the mainland's underworld forces were shaking.
For beeswax-like skin, every muscle is perfectly lined and amber pupil.
Covered by a golden mask, the nose resembles a mountain, straight and straight, thin cherry-colored lips, and outlines the sexy and cool lips.
Ink-colored long hair, Zhang Kuang fluttering in the wind wantonly, tattered clothes, but not a little embarrassed.
Especially when seeing Wu Zhong's sturdy and lean muscles, Bo Qing instantly felt depressed.
This is a terrible man who exudes a king's breath just standing.
Seeing the reappearance of Wu, several people in the underground Yan Temple worshipped, and in their eyes, Wu Zhong was their god.
Boss He, Lao Huo, and others, even dare not speak in the atmosphere, as if someone possessed their throats.
Only with tenderness and no kneeling, he was like a prickly rose, holding each other with Wu Zhong.
"Squeak (crying)"
Xiao Zhiyo really wanted to cry without tears. Why was it so bad? He always fell into the hands of this terrible man.
Why, only Wu Zhong was alone, and Bo Qing found that Hong Xing, who he was thinking about, did not appear together.
"Thirteen, why are you alone, where did you hide Thirteen?"
"thirteen?"
Although he knew that Hong Thirteen was just Ye Lingyue's pseudonym, Wu Zhong felt very uncomfortable when he heard such a affectionate name in the girl's mouth.
He suddenly had a bad thought.
"She is in the coffin."
In the coffin?
Both Boss He and Huo Laohu's gaze condensed on the coffin in Wu Zhong's hands.
Xiaoqiyo and Xiaowuya also stayed.
Especially Xiaoche, it looked at the coffin, and it seemed a bit weird how to look at it.
The expression instantly changed from amazement to grief and anger, and then to despair, and rushed forward with thin emotion.
"He's dead! How could he die, it's you, you killed him!" Bo Qing yelled, despair and grief beside him, circling a force.
Seeing that elemental force, Wu Zhong coldly snorted.
It seems that this devil's dude's younger brother has some strength.
Bo Qing's one step in a row, his fists slammed into Bo Qing.
When the fists fell, Wu Zhong's eyes darkened, and a force of energy burst out of his body, bouncing Bo Qingsheng out.
"Without the protection of Lingbao and the desperate sect, you are just a waste of nothing." When Wu Zhong threw it out coldly, he had no way to beat the thin love, but he had no way, just because his strength was not as good as the witch weight.
"Young Sect Master, you are not his opponent." The old lady of flames saw that the big things were not good, and controlled the tenderness, for fear that he would do any more acts of death.