The scene in the palace came into view, Rao even Li Weiran opened his eyes slightly, and his breathing was stagnant.
The flames he sent out had dissipated at some point.
The swirling dust dispersed in the palace, blurring the vision.
But with Li Weiran's cultivation base, how could he not be able to see clearly.
That man in white clothes was spotless, red pupils were alluring like fire, and silver hair fluttered gently.
He has a face that makes all men in the world jealous.
As clear as mountains and rivers, as dusty as stars and moons.
But at this moment, the mountains and rivers are frozen by frost.
Xingyue Qinghui, infected by bloody indifference.
He is like a Shura without blood and flesh.
There is no emotion, no desire, no love, only cold indifference, even casual cruelty.
The slender and white fingers are like works of art carved from beautiful jade.
With a slight wave, Yin Yuanyi flew into the air and was nailed to the pillar of the palace.
"Ah!!"
A shrill scream, accompanied by splashes of blood, came from Yin Yuanyi's mouth.
The dust and stones that fell from the roof just now were densely packed into Yin Yuanyi's body and face.
At this moment, his face could no longer tell whether it was old or young, because it was full of dense blood holes at a glance.
disgusting.
"Help... help! Father, Empress, help me! It hurts, it hurts!"
Yin Wuji clutched his burning chest, and looked at Luo Yunxiao in horror: "You, how did you survive? How could your strength become so strong?"
Fu Yushu looked at Yin Yuanyi who was full of wounds and howling, her eyes were full of tears and pleading, "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, don't do this. Yuan Yi is your brother, your own brother, you can't do this to him! Mother Please, please let him go, let us go too!"
Luo Yunxiao found a chair and sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, but didn't drink it, just held it in her hand and looked around slowly.
Just when Fu Yushu thought he didn't want to talk to him, he heard the man's cold and magnetic voice: "Yes."
Fu Yushu was overjoyed, her eyes sparkled with excitement, "Xiao'er, mother knows that you are the kindest and most obedient..."
Before she finished speaking, Luo Yunxiao continued: "You three can only live one, if you want us to let Yin Yuanyi go, then you should commit suicide."
Fu Yushu's eyes widened suddenly.
Yin Wuji cursed: "You bastard, I should have strangled you when you were born."
Luo Yunxiao frowned slightly, showing a puzzled expression, "Don't you love this son very much?"
He glanced at Yin Yuanyi, "For him to sacrifice anyone else's life, why can't you sacrifice your own?"
"I kill you!!"
Yin Wuji let out a roar, and the natal sword was unsheathed, and the Netherfire rushed up screaming, and slashed down at Luo Yunxiao fiercely.
However, the next moment, the long sword was intercepted in mid-air.
The tenacious and jumping Netherfire seemed to have encountered some kind of nemesis, and was swallowed up in one fell swoop.
Yin Wuji let out a scream, and quickly withdrew his hands to retreat.
However, the next moment, he was grabbed by the throat by a cold hand, and then he fell to the ground hard.
boom! !
A loud noise, accompanied by severe pain in the back of his head, made Yin Wuji dizzy.
The face contorted violently in pain.
It wasn't until the humming stopped that a man's warm and pleasant but indifferent voice came from his ears.
"The cultivation classics in the Nether Realm are all related to flames. But Mingyin Shengyan restrains all flames in the world."