In the midst of lightning and flint, Luo Qingchen was about to lift up the Linglong Ring and fight to the death with the bloody corpse.
Murong Ming pulled her behind her, her whole body glowed with blue and red lights, and there was a black mark torn open between her eyebrows.
Revealing ancient and mysterious marks...
He held the Death Scythe in his right hand, his eyes as cold as water, but the hands holding her tightly were trembling slightly.
No matter whether it is a person or a ghost, once there is a weakness. If you fight with your life, you will have worries about your future.
"Murong Ming, the grievances of seven hundred years must be settled." The blood corpse transformed into a red light again, gathered the power of blood and rot in the world, and attacked in the direction of Murong Ming.
In an instant, Murong Ming narrowed his cold eyes and faced the light.
Countless rays of blue and red light streaked across the originally blood-like sky like meteors, and the surrounding air suddenly dropped suddenly, filled with the smell of blood.
Until thousands of hectares of blood drops fell from the sky, the blue-red light suddenly left only blue light, and the red light disappeared.
The crazily laughing laughter of the bloody corpse could be vaguely heard in the sky: "Hahaha, you thought I lost. But you know very well in your heart who is the loser..."
Then there was a huge sound, and the ten-thousand-year-old blood corpse was scattered in the sky of endless blood drops.
Luo Qingchen didn't know how Murong Ming did it. She only knew that his face was pale, but his left hand was holding him quietly, and his eyes were staring deeply at the life and death platform.
"Let's go back quickly..." He said slowly, with a slight tremor in his tone. He held her hand and headed back the way he came. Little did he know, it was too late -
The soul fragments of the ten-thousand-year-old blood corpse were attached to the platform of life and death. Within a few seconds, a huge thunder and lightning struck in the sky.
The entire 'Nai' was struck by lightning steadily and instantly broke into two halves.
The platform of life and death seemed to be awakened, with the bright and dark marks on Murong Ming's eyebrows, and the strong winds of madness came one after another.
And such a terrible strong wind carries a terrible suction force, and the target of the suction force is -
Luo Qingchen.
Murong Ming's eyes trembled, and almost at that moment he hugged Luo Qingchen tightly, his voice trembling in her ears: "Please, don't..."
Seal, calamity, and the most important person.
How ridiculous, he should have known a long time ago that everything is fate.
From the moment she appeared, from the moment he didn't want to resist her at all.
He should know that neither the world nor hell nor the stage of life and death would let him go so easily.
Only then can his heart, which has been lonely for hundreds of years, let go of the most important person to him.
"I seem to know why you haven't given me any favors..." Her eyebrows moved slightly, with a slight glint in her eyes, but there was an indescribable warmth in her heart.
It turns out that it's not that he didn't fall in love with her, but that he didn't dare to fall in love with her.
"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you." He pressed his head into her neck, and cold tears fell drop by drop.
He didn't want her to die. He would rather be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and never get over again than to let her die.
"A century-old Shura field, a leap from life to death." She pursed her lips and playfully teased in his ear: "So this is the fate of being a sacrifice!"
"But...but my bride!" Murong Ming hugged her tightly, and the suction force of the life and death platform became stronger and stronger.
He shouted almost hoarsely at the top of his lungs, but he never thought that these few words would cause her to burst into tears at this moment.
Ang, she seems to really be his bride... (To be continued)