South Palace, your displeasure is evident.
Your gaze burns like molten iron as it sweeps over the scene.His eyes lingered on Mo Yan’s crimson godly might for a moment before moving away.
"Who's that?"Ye Wuxixie replied, "He’s the master of Life and Death Peak, his surname is Mo.""Mo?" South Palace frowned.
"The one you picked up just a few years ago?""Yes," she confirmed.South Palace glanced at Ye Wuxixie.
“Do you know him?”"We used to live in the same courtyard in Peach Blossom Source."South Palace sneered.
He didn’t seem to understand why he was reacting this way.
Ye Wuxixie’s handsome face paled slightly, her eyelashes drooping before she pressed her lips together in silence."Since he wants more time, let's buy him some face," South Palace said with a dismissive tone.
"Such a young age and already the master of godly might;I wonder what he can do."But Mo Yan didn’t pay attention to the Scholar Wind Sect.
He turned his back, his robe fluttering in the wind as the barrier had already been broken, leaving little time left—Qing Wanníng, are you still not well?Snap!Luo Xiange’s claws tore through the silk curtains, white silk flying, pale brocade shattering into snowflakes.Qing Wanníng felt an extremely familiar aura approach.
He widened his eyes in realization: "Heaven's Inquiry?!"No.It wasn’t Heaven’s Inquiry.They had fought before;there was a kind of spirit power on her that was just like Heaven’s Inquiry.La gran sala de la familia Chen parecía un velo delgado, atrapando una alma viva y un espíritu maligno.
Después de diez o más intercambios, el misterio fue despejándose lentamente de la mente de Qing Wanníng, hasta que todo se le hizo claro, como si hubiera recibido una revelación celestial."Severing Heart Willow..."Luo Xiange had already died, turned to ashes;she could only rely on Chen Old Master’s body for her tricks.
There was no reason now for her to revert to her original form.That mysterious figure must have used a withered branch of Severing Heart Willow to give her a temporary place to rest and return her spirit.The steaming blood from the roasting hearts, fluttering butterflies gathered around.
Gold, water, fire, earth—everything was waiting for Luo Xiange’s “wood,” the body of Severing Heart Willow.What was that person planning?Did he go through so much trouble just to let Luo Xiange regain her flesh and kill in the ghost realm with Chen Bohuan?Who could do this for her?Her family members were all dead long ago.Family...Family!!!Qing Wanníng’s heart stirred, his blood surging.
He suddenly remembered what she had said when they first met—she had a brother who had gone missing many years ago…Could it be him?"Those who stand in my way will not live!"Luo Xiange era una entidad tangible, mientras que Qing Wanníng era un espíritu vivo.
Aunque su poder espiritual no alcanzaba el de él, realidad contra ilusión, se mantenían en empate.Her fresh red claws shot towards his heart again, fearing damage to his soul.
Qing Wanníng dodged and struck her forehead with a counterattack."You can’t hurt me!Not after trying so many times!" she snarled, raising her head to howl as she summoned the ghostly butterflies to form a repressing group."Solitary ghosts, listen to my command.
Gather here, drink their blood and slaughter them!"A terrible howl echoed, the colorful butterflies moving in chaos, mindless zombies following her call, rushing towards Chen’s family residence.Zombies surged like waves, roaring fiercely under the wind.
This chilling cry spread a hundred miles, through the barrier and beyond.Outside the barrier, all the immortal cultivators were shocked.Inside the barrier, Qing Wanníng fought alone.Standing alone in his white robes across from Luo Xiange, he was a bamboo gentleman, unmoved by hundreds of spirits approaching him.
She laughed wildly, her eyes filled with madness and ferocity.
He stood firm as a bamboo, his brows lowering, a shadow of melancholy hanging over his gaze."Severing Heart Willow, do you still remember what I said to you before?""Hmm?" She was taken aback by the question.