The waves of the phantom sea are undulating, inviting but merciless.
The world here is once again lonely.
On the other side, things exploded at this time.
Black hell.[
"King, it's not good, the young master was captured by the people from Wuji Mountain."
In the luxurious Dark Palace made of black crystals, a slightly panicked voice broke the dark silence.
The King of Hell, who was sitting quietly on the black king's chair and was reading something, suddenly closed the book in his hand upon hearing this.
The face shrouded in darkness cannot be seen clearly.
It was just the murderous aura that arose in that moment that moved the entire Black Hell.
The broad sleeves of the robe were fluttering in the sky.
Immediately, a tiny dark aura fell into the hands of the King of Hell.
That was a message from Emperor Sha.
"Here comes someone..."
The black wind blew up and swept across the entire black hell.
The black hell that had been motionless for a long time began to move.
The chilly autumn is walking in the footsteps of time, getting colder and colder.
Late autumn is coming early, can winter be far behind?
In this cold wind, Nanyuan Imperial Palace.
Emperor Mu's bedroom.
Emperor Mu looked at Feng Yun who had taken off his clothes and was covered in scars.
Staring for a long time, unable to speak, I could only reach out and touch the scars over and over again.
Looking at the pain in Mu Huang's eyes, Feng Yun turned around and hugged Mu Huang tightly.
Her injuries, her pain, are as good as Mu Huang's case.[
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Emperor Mu felt Feng Yun's emotions and reached out to repay Feng Yun.
"Well, it's okay. You're just a little weaker than me. I think you'll still bully me in the future."
Feng Yun heard that Mu Huang was not forcing a smile, but a kind of toughness coming from his bones, a toughness that could never be beaten.
He couldn't help but raise his head and tease Mu Huang happily.
Emperor Mu does not need anyone to comfort him, because he is a kind of toughness born of iron and blood.
Comfort is only for the weak, but the strong will never fail.
She understands, so she laughs.
Mu Huang looked at Feng Yun's smiling face when he heard this, stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Yun, and said coolly: "Don't worry, if I can cripple it, I can practice again."
Without Wujishan’s Kungfu, there would still be many secrets in the world.