The city of Kyoto fell into panic. The roar of the spirit beasts in the dark room of the palace shook the sky. There were so many spirit beasts raised by the emperor that the sound shook the ground.
Emperor Dongyue sent people to investigate everywhere, but no results were found for a day.
The aura is so strong that it makes people feel depressed and trembling. What kind of spiritual beast can be so powerful?
The spiritual beasts raised by the Royal Academy become violent, and humans will attack when they get close to them.
Almost everyone in the Yu family gathered outside Yunshui Garden, staring at the closed room.
Yu Fudong's heart was pounding, the old lady had woken up, her eyes were red from crying, the high priest, Jing Heyi and Jing Fanzhi also arrived.
The powerful aura that shrouded Kyoto City was actually emanating from the Wushuang Room. Jing Tianquan was very sure that it was not Bishui Ling.
Although Bishui Ling is also strong, it has never felt this kind of aura at this time.
Everyone is concerned, the most important thing now is not to let anyone discover, such a powerful aura will definitely cause disaster.
Di Yan stood in front of the barrier with his hands behind his back. As long as he breathed a little, he could enter.
As the day progressed, the aura around him only increased, and approaching him required full-body fear protection.
Night falls again, and the stars twinkle in the sky.
The night was brighter than before, shining down on her hair, as if mixed with golden light.
In the room, Yu Wushuang was lying on the big bed in a daze. The snow-white spirit beast continued to suck her blood that day, and another kind of air flow seemed to be condensed in her body.
It's so hot that I want to jump out of my body.
At first she kept resisting, and the more she resisted, the more her head exploded and her heart ached terribly.
Gradually, Yu Wushuang no longer resisted. She felt that she might die if she couldn't survive. When she got up from the ground, a small air flow surged in her Dantian.
The muscles and veins are contracting, and the breath suddenly rushes and hits.
Yu Wushuang was suddenly startled. The breath was difficult to control, and it wandered around uncontrollably. The pulses in her hands and feet hurt like needle pricks.
Sure enough, it still doesn't work.
The breath rushed through her body, as if it was about to break through her skin.
The protective barrier outside fluctuated continuously.
Di Yan's black eyes lit up slightly, and he noticed a strange aura rushing out.
His feet moved, and he walked into the protective barrier wrapped in black fear.
At this time, Yu Wushuang's face was flushed red from the impact of the aura, and an unknown gas surrounded her body. It was not fear gas, but it was not internal force either.
Emperor Yan came, with a dark aura all over his body.
Yu Wushuang was extremely sensitive to the aura of darkness. He slowly opened his eyes in pain, and saw a cold figure in his eyes.
When he saw the person clearly, a smile appeared on his blood-red face, and his breath wandered: "I...may be dying."
It hurts too much.
"Shut up." He scolded.
The stern face showed unprecedented complexity and solemnity.
It felt as if it was branded with distress.
This woman - can't die!
he wants.
"I... am about to die... you are still cruel to me..." Yu Wushuang gasped repeatedly.
The internal energy flowing through her breath made her face blush abnormally.
The blue water spirit plate was motionless beside her bed, and her eyebrows were faintly red.
Di Yan frowned coldly, looking at the aura surrounding her, he walked over and clasped her wrist in a few steps.
Yu Wushuang's body hurts like a knife, but her face is still just panting. Patience and hiding are things they must practice.
"If it hurts, just shout out." Di Yan's voice sounded annoyed and domineering.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Seeing you... doesn't hurt anymore." Yu Wushuang raised her hand and held his hand tightly.
Her hands were like fire, and his were as cold as ice.