Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and there were not many changes in their eyes. They were just a person who had come back to life. If the sky was not repaired, they would still die.
While Xiyue and Xuanjing were chatting, Nuwa had already notified Shenzhihua, Xuanye, and Jin Qiaojue... They went up to heaven together, and a faint elegant fragrance came. Xiyue and Xuanjing saw that there were three
Beautiful figures filled with the aura of kings flew over on their respective mythical beasts.
Seeing two identical Xiyue, the Emperor of the Three Realms was stunned. Looking at this scene, everyone was speechless for a while.
Divine consciousness swept through them respectively, and Xiyue and Nuwa did not dodge. Then the three emperors looked at each other again, not knowing how to describe their feelings. Finally, Shen Zhihua walked up to Xiyue and reached out to pat Xiyue.
hand.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Jun's face.
Xiyue glanced at him lightly, broke away, and took a step back.
Jin Qiaojue and Xuan Ye stepped forward at the same time, protected Xiyue, and looked at Shenzhi Painting coldly.
"It turns out you are a fake, Murong Xiyue, you are a fake, but you robbed my things, shouldn't you give them back to me?"
Xiyue raised her head and smiled faintly, looking at Shenzhi Painting with some pity. As the emperor of the God Realm, what kind of cultivation does this man have? He can hide the God Realm so well, even every trace of it.
Not leaked.
In fact,
He didn't want Xiyue to return the spirit bead, but he wanted to confront Xiyue for a few words because of the unhappy feeling in his heart.
"Shenzhihua, something big is going to happen to you, do you know?"
As soon as he mentioned this, Shen Zhihua's expression suddenly changed slightly. He turned around and stopped talking to Xiyue. Instead, he walked towards the crack with Jin Qiaojue and Xuan Ye.
Seeing that the crack was slowly expanding in an area visible to the naked eye, there was an indescribable heaviness in the eyes of the gods.
final,
No one of them spoke, they just formed a circle and sat cross-legged. Nuwa's face gradually turned pale, but she finally stood up.
"I have just recovered my true body, and my spiritual power is insufficient. Are you willing to give me a helping hand?"
Looking at the loophole where the clouds were billowing, Nuwa frowned and spoke softly. The emperors heard the words and did not speak. They just turned around and faced Nuwa. When they raised their hands, the spiritual power of different colors was immediately injected into Nuwa's body.
in vivo.
…
Nuwa's body suddenly floated in the air, and her beautiful figure poured into the clouds and disappeared. Xiyue and the Seventh Prince looked at the disappearing Nuwa and couldn't help but rush forward, looking at the woman with worry.
A cloud of mist.
"Xiyue, don't worry, if they are here, we will definitely be able to solve it."
Xiyue nodded silently, inexplicably feeling a suffocating feeling in her chest. Inexplicably, she stretched out her hand to touch her heart, and fell to the ground in frustration.
"Cherish the moon."
The seventh prince hurriedly knelt down and looked at Xiyue with a worried face, but saw Xiyue's dark eyebrows furrowed, her face pale, as if she couldn't breathe, and she opened her mouth desperately trying to breathe...
"Xuanjing, I have a suffocating feeling, as if I am suffering in that cloud."
"What's going on? I feel very uncomfortable... very uncomfortable..."
Unable to speak any more, large beads of sweat dripped down from Xiyue's forehead. However, after a while, half of Xiyue's body was covered with a faint frost, while the other half of her body suddenly ignited with raging passion.