"Xiao Man!!"
The moment the red light shot into Luo Xiaoman's eyebrows, Mo Yuan left Xuan Wulin behind and rushed over.
Yes!
A strong energy surged out of Luo Xiaoman's body, knocking Mo Yuan away as he approached.
At the same time, a phantom appeared, exuding endless coercion, causing all living beings to crawl on the ground and tremble.
"Luo Qingkuang, you have committed a serious crime. In one year, you will be punished by the ninth level of thunder and disaster, and your soul will be driven away!"
"Get out of here!" Mo Yuan rushed up again, shouted loudly, and punched the phantom away.
He turned around and hugged Luo Xiaoman.
"Xiaoman, how are you?" Mo Yuan panicked and looked at the person in his arms eagerly. She slowly opened her eyes and gave him a sweet smile.
"I'm fine." Luo Xiaoman struggled and said calmly: "Isn't it just the ninth level of thunder tribulation? What's the big deal?"
What's the big deal? That was the ninth level of thunder catastrophe, a terrible divine punishment that even an immortal could not bear!
Mo Yuan's heart tightened and he fell into deep self-blame. If he had prevented Xiaoman from breaking the seal just now, such a change would not have happened!
"Chikuang, you shouldn't have come." Qing Emperor shook his head and sighed: "Supreme Immortal Lord, I have long expected that you would still have a chance of survival after your death. Just in case, I was specially used as bait. I designed this trap and waited for you to deliver it to my door."
"For him, it would be best if you were not reincarnated, otherwise you would definitely fall into this trap because of the importance you attach to me."
"Qingqing, I know." Luo Xiaoman's pretty face still showed a touch of indifference, not caring at all about the curse he suffered. "The most important thing is that you are free now."
"Oh, I am just a remnant soul, which will naturally dissipate. You shouldn't have to pay such a price for me." Qingdi stared deeply at Luo Xiaoman with a complicated expression, "My friend, what you have suffered But no one can undo the curse imposed by the Supreme Immortal!"
"Why?" Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes and exuded an evil aura, "Didn't the Supreme Immortal Lord give you a blessing? Why did he do this to you?"
He couldn't understand that the person who had blessed Luo Xiaoman had now become her executioner and would end Luo Xiaoman's life with the ninth level of thunder tribulation in a year's time.
"Because... the person who gave me the blessing was not the Supreme Immortal at all." Luo Xiaoman turned around and smiled sweetly at Mo Yuan, with a touch of heart-wrenching indifference on his pretty and lovely face.
Mo Yuan's pupils shrank, and his heart felt heavy.
If the person who gave Xiaoman the blessing was not the Supreme Immortal, who would it be
Also, Xiaoman had seen the statue of the Supreme Immortal Lord before, but she denied that it was the person who gave her the blessing in the first place. In other words, the Supreme Immortal Lord she mentioned was not the real Supreme Immortal Lord.
"Yuan, don't you understand yet?" Luo Xiaoman walked over and looked at him with burning eyes, "The one who gave me the blessing..."
boom!
Suddenly, a figure rushed over quickly and punched Mo Yuan in the back.
"Yuan, be careful!" Luo Xiaoman reacted and instinctively blocked him.
puff!
Luo Xiaoman spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.
Mo Yuan's heart tightened, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at her falling down.
(End of chapter)