The counterfeit pressed his chest, his pupils widened, and he glared at Di Moxuan with hatred.
The jealousy and hatred in his eyes were obvious.
Facing the impostor's jealous and hateful eyes, Di Moxuan slightly raised his eyebrows, curled his thin lips with a half-smile, and half-closed his bright peach eyes: "You are worthy of being the impostor of the deity, and you know the deity quite well."
His tone was light and calm.
Can't hear half of the emotional ups and downs.
Tightly, he hooked Ye Qingluo's waist with one hand, and kissed the hair on the girl's forehead intimately, and his smile deepened: "I really...wouldn't be willing to let Xiao Luoer go into danger alone."
The pupils of the counterfeit suddenly shrank.
Their eyes were fixed on each other, and they embraced each other intimately.
The counterfeit fell to the ground.
And Di Moxuan stood there, looking down at him from above.
that feeling...
What a nuisance!
Can't wait...to destroy his pride, everything about him.
The counterfeit's hands were tightly clutching the robe on his chest.
A surge of hatred and anger surged in his chest.
Suddenly, the counterfeit slapped the ground with both palms.
There was a loud bang.
The counterfeit has turned into a purple afterimage, turning over from the ground.
In an instant, the dead energy around him immediately rushed towards him, gathering quickly.
But for a moment, the counterfeit's body gathered a group of horrifying black death energy.
Layers upon layers of dead air permeated the air.
As if to devour everything around.
The counterfeit's eyes were cold, and he flipped his hands, and his tight palms shot out a terrifying mysterious light, mixed with a lingering death energy.
The palm wind slashed across the dark sky, rushing towards Di Moxuan.
"boom!"
There was another bang.
The surrounding air was shaken.
The air was filled with dense black dead energy.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly as he saw Xuanmang, who was entwined with lifeless aura, attacking him head-on.
The moment the palm wind approached.
Her feet moved slightly.
At the same time, Di Moxuan's sleeve robe fluttered, sweeping away the shimmering purple clouds.
Vast and majestic profound energy burst out.
In an instant, a hurricane formed.
Hurricane collided with palm wind.
The big trees with lush branches and leaves all around were uprooted and collided with each other.
Even the ground was cracked with large gaps.
"Boom—"
With the sound of mountains collapsing.
The two forces dissipated at the same time.
In all directions, there are ruins.
The air waves surged, and the smoke and dust billowed.
Di Moxuan slowly withdrew his hand, his face was calm, and he didn't see any effort.
"Ah Xuan!" Ye Qingluo pounced on him, wrapping his hands around his waist naturally.
There was also a slight icy aura on the man.
Di Moxuan rubbed her head, and slightly hooked his thin lips: "I'm fine, but you have to be careful, as you guessed, the dead energy here can become the energy of that fake."
As early as when the counterfeit and Mu Qiulan were discovered.
Ye Qingluo saw that the counterfeit goods were not affected by the flood of death at all.
Combined with what Emperor Moxuan said before...the counterfeit is deliberately seducing them.
Ye Qingluo roughly guessed it.
The dead air here is indirectly related to counterfeit goods.
This trial.
Sure enough.
This reminded Ye Qingluo of a long time ago.
In Nanlan Continent, the dark forces did the same thing.
The dead air here is definitely not simple.
Probably…
It's related to the Dark Palace....
This thought made Ye Qingluo's eyelids droop slightly.
If it is related to the Dark Palace.
So, the counterfeit in front of me...
It must have been sent by the Dark Palace.