The severe pain like tearing in the body, and a very oppressive force, the feeling of constantly squeezing the heart, made Ye Qingluo slender eyebrows tightly knit into a ball.
Her delicate body struggled slightly.
Covered by the red glow, and shrouded in a layer of green light, the charming eyes blinked in a daze.
"Xiao Luo'er...Xiao Luo'er, can you hear me?"
In the ear, vaguely, came the man's mellow and deep voice.
She frowned even tighter.
Consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.
She felt like her body was inflated like a balloon, constantly inflating.
It seems that the next moment, it will explode and be torn apart.
That bloating pain.
Let her consciousness become more and more blurred.
Especially, there is a force in the chest, which is constantly approaching her.
It's just like…
Someone wants to break her body directly!
She resisted.
Can't help but struggle.
But that force is pressing even tighter.
While half-opening and half-closed, a face that made her feel at ease vaguely appeared in front of her eyes.
Those twinkling peach blossom eyes were as deep as the sea, and they looked at her worriedly.
She took a breath, her eyelashes were stained with moisture from the pain, and suddenly trembled: "Ah, Ah Xuan..."
When uttering these two words.
Ye Qingluo had exhausted all his strength.
"Xiao Luoer!"
The voice in the ear became clearer.
The scent of sandalwood in her nostrils made her consciousness a little clearer.
Ye Qingluo took a deep breath, suppressed the pain of tearing and swelling all over her body, and tried to open her eyes wide.
When facing the familiar face of God Mo Xuan.
Her eyes turned red, and the softness that a girl should have was revealed in front of him: "Ah Xuan..."
"It's good if you can hear me." Di Moxuan was obviously relieved.
Ye Qingluo suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest, and she groaned.
Looking down, she saw the man's palm hovering over her heart.
Strong profound energy gathered in his palm.
And the air wave lingering in her body is firmly resisting the approach of Emperor Moxuan.
"This, this is..."
Ye Qingluo naturally knew what the severe tearing pain in his body and the rich aura of heaven and earth around him, lingering like a vortex, represented.
A sign of promotion.
The opportunity to break through.
She is now in the realm of Tianxuan ninth rank.
Want to break through to Xianxuan, the realm of mythology.
This opportunity is rare in a thousand years.
Now, after making a blood contract with Xuanwu.
She caught the moment of this breakthrough.
But, the actions of Emperor Moxuan.
Obviously trying to prevent her from breaking through.
Did Di Moxuan want her to give up... this rare opportunity to break through
only…
If you give up this time.
Next time, it will be difficult to have...
It seemed that he could see the doubt on the girl's face.
The man didn't explain.
He just stared at her deeply with his black obsidian-like eyes, bright and deep.
The tone was extremely serious: "Xiao Luo'er, do you believe me?"
"Letter." He replied without hesitation.
How could you not believe it
In this world, the one she believes in the most is Emperor Moxuan.
Di Moxuan's thin lips curled up slightly, and his black hair danced wildly on his shoulders, which further complemented his magnificent face and added a bit of treachery and evil.
"Trust me and leave it to me."
His voice was cold and calm.
And firm, people can not but believe him.
Ye Qingluo's mind moved, and her charming eyes were slowly stained with warmth.
She pulled the corner of her mouth forcefully, showing a faint smile: "Okay."
The voice just fell.
She exhaled slowly.
He tried hard to control his body, began to relax, and accepted Di Moxuan's approach...