At the same time, Ye Shuihan's power against Yun Luoxue was suddenly absorbed by Yun Luoxue's blood spiritual power.
It looks like two people are dueling. As long as the other side doesn't fall, the other side will fight to the end.
Ye Shuihan's eyebrows darkened, and a large amount of spiritual power poured into his hand in an instant, trying to break away from Kaiyun Luoxue's adsorption force.
But Yun Luoxue just refused to let go.
The two extremely powerful forces were locked in a stalemate.
As long as you persist for an hour, Qianmo Qingcheng will be fine.
Yun Luoxue's face turned as white as snow, and she thought silently in her heart, one hour will soon... soon...
Time flies by like running water.
As time passed, Yun Luoxue's face became paler moment by moment, and almost all the blood in her body was concentrated on her fingertips to support the cyan blood spiritual power barrier.
A large amount of energy was exhausted and blood disappeared, making Yun Luoxue's face as pale as rice paper.
Her body swayed slightly, and Yun Luoxue's eyes almost turned black, as if she would fall down in the next second and fall into darkness forever.
No one knows how long the support at this moment can last.
Ye Shuihan's strength was almost a level higher than that of Yun Luoxue. Yun Luoxue had a weak and pale smile on her lips. Really, she had really tried her best...
There is still a quarter of an hour before Qianmo Qingcheng can leave the customs.
But, could she still persist like this for a quarter of an hour?
Blood drops rolled out from the fingertips one by one. Nearly half an hour passed for each drop of blood. Although the blood droplets were small, as time went by, more and more blood essence was consumed.
.Is this a chronic suicide? Protect your life with your life, Yun Luoxue, Yun Luoxue, why on earth, why are you so desperate?
Asking herself over and over again, Yun Luoxue forced herself to face Ye Shuihan soberly, but the darkness in front of her eyes seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and she seemed to be unable to hold on any longer...
"It's really a pity. I didn't want to kill you originally."
Ye Shuihan's gentle words suddenly rose in the darkness before dawn.
Yun Luoxue was almost biting her lower lip. All she could do was to hold on...and hold on...
On the roof of the molten cave, the aura of psychic phantoms still lingers.
In the Huoleng Cave, a pool of blue water rippled around the world, and a pair of sparkling eyes opened for the first time.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth seemed to turn pale.
It seemed to Yun Luoxue and the others that the lingering telepathic spirit suddenly seemed to be summoned by something and poured into the molten cave again.
Ye Shuihan's expression suddenly changed, did the telepathic spirit enter again?
Will the cold disease of Qianmo Qingcheng be cured soon?
No, he had to hurry up.
With a sudden increase in strength, Ye Shuihan faced off against the weak Yun Luoxue.
In the Fire Cave, Qianmo Qingcheng's obsidian-like eyes seem to have a fatal attraction, making people fall in deep and unable to extricate themselves just by looking at them.
The lavender eyes no longer existed, replaced by unpredictable pupils.
At this moment, a scream came from outside the Huoleng Cave, "Princess——"
"Little girl——"
Qianmo Qingcheng's pupils suddenly shrank, Luo Xue...
With a light tap of his fingers, Qian Mo Qingcheng pressed lightly on Chi Yan's bedside, and a mechanism box immediately appeared. Inside was a silver mask as thin as cicada wings.
Put it on without hesitation, and instantly, your cold aura is invincible, and your noble aura shocks the world.
What kind of heart is hidden behind the silver mask?
At the entrance of the Huoleng Cave, everyone thought that Qianmo Qingcheng was currently curing the cold disease in the cave. However, little did they know that due to the power of the fire spirit of the Flame Bead, he had already been cured a quarter of an hour in advance.
Dust was everywhere, and Yun Luoxue could no longer support the power of the Blood Spirit Array.