Xiying's sharp and harsh voice could still be vaguely heard in her ears, but the moment the cold water poured into her mouth and ears, she could only feel suffocation and the feeling of her throat reaching her heart and freezing.
After a while, she felt like she was going to die.
The cold water slowly receded, and she lost strength and fainted directly to the ground.
"Hahahaha—" Xiying's laughter was full of hatred, and she gritted her teeth and said: "If Lingxian hadn't spent half his life cultivating for you, do you think you can survive until now? I just want to be slow. Slowly consume the spiritual power he transferred to you, because you don’t deserve it!”
Luo Qingchen didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, let alone speak.
Xiying saw a faint light blue glow on her body, and her anger instantly filled her. That was the spiritual power of the immortal soul. How could she, a mortal, deserve to possess it!
She waved her right hand, and the water that was supposed to flood into the ice prison after half an hour actually flooded in again.
Before Luo Qingchen could react, the water had already spread all over her body. Now she was lying down, and the feeling of water filling her nose and ears made her suffocate instantly.
Host, your soul in the Celestial Clan has slowly gathered. The sound of the system sounded again, making her feel a touch of warmth in her mind.
You mean I'm going to die, right
Yes.
My body doesn't seem to be that cold anymore, and my consciousness is almost blurry. At this moment, she couldn't see Xiying, couldn't see Fengyu Terrace, or even couldn't see the Temple of Prayer to Heaven where her soul was.
There was only a cold and aloof figure in front of him. He seemed to be trying his best to get here without eating or drinking.
How desperate he would be if she died...
Oops, host, your soul gathering in the Celestial Clan is gradually weakening!
WTF? What the hell? what happened again! The world is very strange now. It’s so difficult to die!
And just not far away from him, Lingxuan used the teleportation technique to rush directly into the secret prison of the Ten Thousand Flowers Palace as if there was no one around.
Xiying seemed to feel something and walked towards the door of the secret cell. Seeing that he was very fast, she hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Lingchen, come to me..."
"Get out of the way-" His whole body exuded extreme coldness, and it seemed that even without saying a word he could make people tremble.
"Lingxuan, this is my secret prison, you can't..."
"Bang -" Lingxuan interrupted her directly. He raised his right hand, and a bright blue light suddenly appeared, and everyone around half a meter away was bounced away.
He raised his eyes slightly, his cold and determined eyes filled with blood-like murderous intent.
He didn't even look back and rushed straight to the secret cell. He was so fast that the guards inside couldn't even see anyone clearly, only a figure whizzing by.
"Qingqing—" When he saw the dark prison filled with water, a girl in white had her eyes closed peacefully in the water. The ribbons on the clothes rippled with the water waves, as light as lilies in the wind, so beautiful.
But at this moment, his heart felt like needle pricks.
He said that as much power as he had, he would give her as much protection as he could, but he broke his promise.
The next second, the dark prison was instantly surrounded by light blue light, Lingxuan jumped down, and all the ice water quietly receded. He held the girl with only a trace of breath in his arms firmly, and all the spiritual power in his body surrounded her.
I saw her eyebrows moving, and her right hand gently held the corner of his clothes with the only strength she had.
"We're going home!" His voice was as cold as water, and he hugged her gently. Looking at the ice prison in front of him with half-squinted eyes, he walked towards the door with a look of death. (To be continued)