This voice made Ye Qingluo slightly startled.
He quickly turned his head and looked behind him.
Then he saw a huge crack opening in the dark cemetery behind him.
"Ah Xuan!"
Ye Qingluo's pupils constricted, his heart sank, and he wrapped his arms around Di Moxuan's waist. With a movement of his fingertips, the Flame Devouring Fan unfolded, sweeping away the sparkling flames.
"Don't shoot, there is a problem." Di Moxuan's big palm pressed against Ye Qingluo's hand, and also suppressed the burning flames on the Flame Devouring Fan.
"What is this?" Ye Qingluo looked at the huge crack behind him.
The entire cemetery, under the lingering black air, made it look even more eerie and sinister.
Di Moxuan's face was grim and cold, his frozen peach eyes were staring at the Mistress of Anyou Palace, his thin lips pursed slightly: "It's okay."
But, judging from his tone and expression.
It's not like it's okay.
It was the first time for Ye Qingluo to encounter a high-level Xuan-level battlefield like Di Moxuan.
In addition to being able to sense the breath around her, she has a strange feeling.
It is impossible to fully sense where the danger comes from like before...
Emperor Moxuan had obviously guessed the trap set by the Mistress of the Dark Palace here.
He didn't say.
Representing this trap is a bit tricky for him.
Ye Qingluo pursed her lips, and tightened Di Moxuan's sleeve robe.
At this moment, I hate myself so much...
Still progressing too slowly...
He kept saying that he wanted to walk side by side with Di Moxuan.
But after such a long time.
But she still... couldn't get close to Di Moxuan's height.
All this time, it was Di Moxuan who stood in front of her unconditionally, guarded her, and settled everything for her.
But now...
But she couldn't even help Di Moxuan with a little help.
And most likely, it's a nuisance.
Even Di Moxuan concentrated his attention on the Mistress of Anyou Palace.
But he still clearly felt the girl's depression, and he could clearly see what the girl was thinking.
He lowered his eyes, stroked the girl's head, and said in a gentle voice: "You are already great, and you are not a burden, as long as you are by my side, that's enough."
The warm love words, like a hot spring, soaked Ye Qingluo's heart.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands tightened around him even more.
"Death is imminent, and you are still in love with your concubine. I want to see how deep your relationship is!" The shrill voice of the Mistress of Anyou Palace seemed to be filled with anger.
He just finished speaking.
Under the black robe, raised a hand.
That hand is very slender and beautiful.
It can be seen that it is the hand of a young, young man.
A black air current like a vortex, from his palm circle after circle, entangled towards Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo suddenly felt a huge suction force, sucking her body in the direction of the vortex.
"Xiao Luoer!"
Di Moxuan immediately wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
But at this moment, several arms transformed from the black breath suddenly stretched out from the huge crack behind him, tightly wrapping around Di Moxuan.
The twisting force seemed to be deeply embedded in Di Moxuan's flesh.
And Ye Qingluo's body was still being sucked in the direction of the Mistress of Anyou Palace.
The man's grip around his waist became tighter and tighter.
Even Ye Qingluo felt that his waist might be cut off directly.
And just at the right time, the eerie laughter of the Mistress of the Dark Palace sounded in my ears again: "Tsk tsk... I never thought that the dignified Lord Emperor would be controlled by others because of a woman... But, Lord Emperor, did you not see that?" ... Is there a painful expression on the face of your beloved woman?"