However, the Ghost King did not respond to the Mistress of the Dark Palace.
With a flash of his figure, he quickly passed the Mistress of the Dark Palace, and rushed towards Ye Qingluo again.
His whole body was filled with a murderous aura.
A cold and icy breath enveloped Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo's pupils suddenly expanded.
The long eyelashes couldn't stop trembling.
This cold breath...
It actually made her limbs so numb that she couldn't move at all.
Even if they wanted to avoid it, they seemed to be suppressed by his aura.
this man...
What is the level of the mysterious rank!
It's... It's so powerful!
She, who is about to step into the realm of mythology, is a person of the Xuanxuan rank, but she can't even handle his aura!
"Ghost King!" the Mistress of the Dark Palace shouted sharply, her tone full of fury.
"Since the Palace Mistress wants to punish, let's punish him. But... for the smooth progress of the mission... I took over this prey and brought it back."
The ghost king's tone was very calm, and he didn't pay attention to his anger at all.
And, the sleeve robe moved.
A rope was pulled out, and the owner of the Dark Palace was directly tied up.
The Mistress of Anyou Palace was furious and cursed.
But the more I struggled.
The rope tied to the body became even tighter.
Just when the Ghost King turned his attention to the Mistress of the Dark Palace.
Ye Qingluo was following the old man Cang's instructions, circulating Xuanxinyu's profound energy little by little, releasing it slowly, resisting the invisible coercion.
Like a warm current of profound energy, it diffused bit by bit in the body.
Then lingering around the limbs and bones.
In the chest cavity, the feeling of being overwhelmed and breathless is finally much more comfortable.
The ghost king's reaction was very sharp.
Ye Qingluo's breath fluctuated and changed slightly.
He quickly fixed his gaze on Ye Qingluo's body.
Even the cloak couldn't stop the chill in his eyes.
"Can you still resist my coercion?" Ghost King's tone was interesting, "I really can't underestimate you."
During the conversation.
Ye Qingluo could only feel the dark wind blowing on his cheeks.
A tingling pain eroded down from his shoulder.
At some point, the ghost king stood in front of her again.
A hand grabbed her shoulder.
Pressing hard with five fingers, Ye Qingluo could clearly hear a "click" sound coming from his body.
Ye Qingluo snorted.
The severe labor pain caused cold sweat to ooze from her forehead.
The dislocated shoulder left her unable to move her right hand.
This is restricting her to use the Flame Devouring Fan with her right hand!
Ye Qingluo took a deep breath, resisted the sharp pain in his shoulder, raised his left hand, and slapped the arm across his shoulder with the wind of his palm.
That palm was ruthless.
The Ghost King's hand retreated instinctively.
Ye Qingluo retreated immediately, avoiding the attack range of the ghost king.
Immediately, he quickly took the Flame-devouring Fan with his left hand, the profound energy gathered, and with the flick of his fingertips, the Flame-devouring Fan was like a raging flame, bursting into raging fire.
"boom!"
There was a crackling sound in the air.
The powerful and vast profound energy surged violently.
The ghost king was also hit by that palm, and took two steps back.
He raised his hand and looked at the shot arm.
The coldness all over his body burst out at this moment.
The black yin energy all around is constantly twisting and lingering.
Make his figure blurry.
This man called the ghost king is not easy to deal with!
No, to be more precise... She simply couldn't deal with it!
If old man Cang hadn't been instructing her in time, how to retract and release her profound strength to escape from that man's clutches.
It is very possible that her entire right hand will be cut off by the King of Ghosts!
The gap in strength is too great...
If this continues...
It will be a matter of time before she lies down and is brought back to the Dark Palace by this man.