The people behind the dark palace are insidious and cunning.
From the realm of Nirvana, he has been fighting her all the way to the present.
How could it be possible to die so easily
and…
Just now when she used the silver thread of the Flame Devouring Fan to cut him off.
He didn't feel the feeling of killing Huang Wuyou.
Ye Qingluo lowered his brows and eyes slightly, concentrating on the flame-eating fan that was jumping with flames at his fingertips, thinking about the strangeness in it.
"it's useless."
Feng Ge's weak voice was a bit laborious: "That's not Huang Wuyou's real body, even if his body is broken into pieces, Huang Wuyou is still alive."
"mother!"
Ye Qingluo restrained her thoughts, looked at Feng Ge worriedly, and stretched out her hand to support Feng Ge.
Feng Ge avoided her hand again, and kissed her pale lips warmly.
That smile was gentle and full of love for her.
And mixed with helpless helplessness.
Ye Qingluo's heart tightened violently.
Suddenly he stretched out his hand and held Feng Ge's hand.
The moment your skin touches.
A gust of ice, like a millennium frost, pierced her body bonelessly.
Her whole body was frozen in place.
The deboning cold seemed to turn her into an ice sculpture.
Soon, Feng Ge came to his senses, quickly stepped back, and said worriedly: "Luo'er, are you alright?!"
Separated from Feng Ge.
The coldness that seemed to be piercing into the internal organs subsided a little.
But the chill all over his body could not be dissipated.
She staggered back a few steps.
Fortunately, Emperor Moxuan came from behind in time to support her.
Ye Qingluo leaned against the man's arms, staring blankly at Feng Ge who seemed to be melting into the red light with her charming eyes.
Her voice trembled slightly: "Mother, you... you... what's the matter?"
When asking this sentence.
In Ye Qingluo's heart, he already had the answer.
No wonder, mother wouldn't let her touch it.
Because my current mother...
It is already very difficult to maintain the current spirit form and talk to her.
There is no way to guarantee and maintain your own temperature.
Hug her normally.
Ye Qingluo's heart was like thousands of silver needles, piercing her one by one.
"Mother is fine." Feng Ge smiled softly, and then continued, "Mother's time is running out, please listen to me carefully."
Ye Qingluo stopped the choking in her throat, and stared at Feng Ge intently.
Feng Ge: "Ten thousand years ago, I noticed Huang Wuyou's ambition. After protecting you and sending you to another brand new world without war, I exhausted my own strength and sealed Huang Wuyou in the Demon Realm." dragon's lair."
"I know I don't have much time, so when I decided to seal Huang Wuyou, I set the graveyard here..."
"It's not that Huang Wuyou knew the whereabouts of my tomb and rooted the forces of the Dark Palace here, but...my mother wanted to suppress him, and also...to prevent him from discovering my real burial place."
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
No matter how hard Huang Wuyou thought about it, he couldn't think of it.
He was thinking about it, and had been searching for the whereabouts of the Emperor's Tomb.
Right in his sealed place!
"Huang Wuyou's real body is still sealed under the demon dragon's lair. Huang Wuyou just now is just the incarnation of his wisp of divine consciousness."
When Feng Ge said this, his eyes showed a bit of seriousness and awe, and he looked at Ye Qingluo: "Luo'er, based on his current strength, I guess... his seal is about to be broken..."
"Once he breaks the seal and appears in the world, this alien world will probably be plunged into dire straits again."
She took a deep breath, and her eyes gradually became firm, revealing a bit of regret.