Could it be that...Three thousand spaces are trying to separate the two of them
"Hold on to me." Di Moxuan's voice was even and steady, and he was not affected by the collision of three thousand spaces at all.
He faced the direction Ye Qingluo pointed at the beginning, raised his palm, and a vast profound energy shot out from his body.
At this moment, the ink hair flew up with bared teeth and claws.
His purple robe, because of the surrounding space lingering around his side, the sleeves of his clothes fluttered.
Profound energy lingered in the palm of his hand, and the wanton energy swirled around his body, bringing about a rainbow of shock.
His face was calm, with a mysterious luster, reflecting his magnificent face.
It was an eerie silence.
It was so quiet that it made people feel flustered, but they didn't know how to suppress this frightening sense of panic.
The strong waves also brushed Ye Qingluo's cheek.
The hand she held Di Moxuan's arm slowly wrapped around his strong waist.
From behind him, her hands wrapped tightly around his waist, and she barely managed to stand still.
The entire sealed place trembled.
"Snapped-"
A piercing sound pierced the air and exploded in my ears.
Di Moxuan hooked Ye Qingluo's slender waist with his long arm, and jumped forward.
The figures of the two suddenly bounced and turned into a shock.
Facing the palm wind he slashed, he charged straight away.
Ye Qingluo was wrapped in Di Moxuan's arms without leaving the slightest gap.
Ye Qingluo wanted to open his eyes, but the man's big palm pressed his head down.
Vaguely, Ye Qingluo's peripheral vision, only had time to catch a glimpse of a gap.
The sealed land has turned into pitch blackness, and there is no other blackness that can be seen at all.
A huge white object stands out extremely in this pitch-black space.
With sharp fangs and shiny white hair, he raised his head and roared.
Ye Qingluo couldn't hear the whistle, but she had an extremely strong feeling.
That huge monster was shouting something.
However, when Ye Qingluo caught sight of it from the corner of her eye, she was covered by Di Moxuan's arm.
Her delicate body was held even tighter.
The strength of the waist felt the pain.
Although it was just a glance, Ye Qingluo was almost certain.
That... is a beast!
A beast that looks like a tiger or a leopard.
That is, the beasts on the totems that are spread around the periphery of the sealed land!
Why do you feel so familiar
I always feel as if I have seen this beast somewhere...
"arrive."
When Ye Qingluo was full of doubts, Di Moxuan whispered softly in his ear.
She felt her feet firmly on the ground.
The arms around his waist also loosened slightly.
Ye Qingluo poked his head out and looked around.
The surrounding scenes are no longer white or pitch black.
There is no so-called three thousand dimensions, and there is no familiar beast.
Here, it is just a sealed palace.
It is indeed a palace.
The palace is extremely spacious and extremely bright.
The surrounding pillars are all crystal clear, as if inlaid by night pearls, exuding a lustrous luster, illuminating the entire hall.
The emptiness of the main hall was so empty that there was nothing else but the pillars.
Therefore, Di Moxuan and Ye Qingluo did not enter the hall.
Instead, he stood in a corner outside the hall, so that he could have a panoramic view of everything in the hall.
The guardian and the old man in black stood in the center of the hall, arguing about something.
There was a wound on the old man's right arm, and blood gushing out.
The old man's face was full of helplessness, but he couldn't stand the urgent urging of the guardian, so he had to reach out again and wipe blood from his arm.
The bloody hands quickly began to perform tricks.
A series of blood marks, slapped out a series of blood marks, printed on the wall.