"Ah Xuan!"
Suddenly, surrounded by the mysterious light, the girl's slightly panting voice was heard.
Di Moxuan's pupils shrank slightly.
The frost in the bottom of the eyes also slowly melted away bit by bit.
"Xiao Luo'er!" He said hoarsely, his voice full of urgency.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." In order to reassure Di Moxuan, Ye Qingluo's voice was a little brisk.
Hearing Ye Qingluo's voice, Di Moxuan's tense heart finally relaxed a little.
When his eyes turned.
His eyes were once again covered with a thin layer of cold frost.
There was also a terrifying murderous intent.
His gaze was fixed on the ghost king.
"Tsk... Master Emperor is angry?" Ghost King twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, not afraid, Di Moxuan looked into his eyes.
Di Moxuan sneered and pulled his thin lips, his sleeves vibrated vigorously, and his prestige spread.
The ghost king thought that Di Moxuan was angry, and wanted to attack him again.
Immediately put on a defensive posture, watching Di Moxuan's movements vigilantly: "Lord Emperor Zun, why don't we make a bet and see... Will I die in your hands first, or your little lover will die first?" In the hands of the Emperor?"
The voice fell.
A sharp sharp blade headed down head-on!
The speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge.
"Snapped-"
That sharp blade landed heavily on his face.
A bloodstain appeared from his forehead to his chin.
Still dripping with bright red blood.
However, the ghost king smiled instead of anger: "Hahaha, it seems that Lord Emperor Zun really cares about your little lover..."
His laugh stopped suddenly, and a cold chill spread in his eyes: "It's a pity...she will die before me!"
Di Moxuan's face was icy cold, and his eyes suddenly fixed on a certain place behind the Ghost King.
His cold lips pursed slightly: "You are not qualified to be the deity's opponent."
The voice just fell.
His figure suddenly melted into the air.
Vaguely, only a purple afterimage can be seen passing by.
The ghost king's complexion changed, and he quickly rushed towards the afterimage.
But, I haven't had time to act yet.
Several powerful forces trapped him inside.
Immediately afterwards, two old men in white robes jumped out of the crowd.
When the ghost king saw these two people.
The pupil suddenly enlarged.
Especially when seeing one of them.
The hatred in his eyes burned wantonly!
"Ghost thief, I finally... found you!"
"Ghost King, the person you are looking for is just me." The old man looked at him with an indifferent expression, "This battle... you can quit."
The ghost king suddenly laughed wildly: "Ghost thief, what are you! Why do you show up, and I have to give up my decision? This is not the past, you can no longer order me!"
"Root Saint." The old man on the side, that is, Guiwu said, "Take him back, and talk about the past slowly, don't let the children be distracted."
The one called ghost thief is none other than Saint Thief who lives in the Tianxia Mercenary Corps.
Hearing Gui Wu's words, the Ghost King suddenly thought of something, he quickly turned his head and looked over there, where the sky was still shrouded in the direction of the mysterious light.
When he saw Emperor Moxuan, he was passing the Xuanmang and going away.
His eyes sharpened, his footsteps moved, and he was about to step forward to stop him.
However, Guiwu and Thief Sheng would not give him a chance to continue making trouble.
One left and one right, quickly entangled with the ghost king.
at the same time.
Di Moxuan's profound strength vibrating all over his body scattered the dazzling profound light that enveloped him.
Xuanmang gradually spread out.
The aftermath was rolling, like ripples in the air.