Lowering his head, the mask on his face slowly fell off, and at that moment, his purple hair and white clothes slowly changed as if magic disappeared.
The silver hair spreads silently, emitting a dazzling light under the moonlight, the black robe unfolds domineeringly, and the strange black and white combination is shocking.
A mouthful of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the man in the air groaned. He suddenly couldn't keep his body suspended in the air and fell slumped down.
Hundreds of meters high in the sky, strong winds were blowing, and the ground was dark, a wilderness in the dark night.
Suddenly, a huge shadow in the sky rushed towards me, like a piece of light and shadow, it was in front of me in the blink of an eye.
Above the black light and shadow, a noble man in blue robes raised his hands, and a transparent barrier appeared in the air, which could catch the silver-haired man who fell from the sky.
The barrier slowly descended, finally stopping on the black light and shadow.
In the sky, a huge flying mythical beast spreads its giant wings that are hundreds of meters long, covering the sky and the earth.
"Your Majesty." The man in blue robe slowly walked to the edge of the barrier, knelt down on one knee, lifted the silver-haired man up with one hand, and took a pill from a small green bottle and fed it to him.
The silver-haired man frowned, as if he was deliberately refusing to allow the elixir to enter his mouth, but in the end, he opened his mouth and swallowed it along with the blood remaining in his mouth.
The scattered silver robe covered his face, and the night was endless. However, the domineering and majestic look on his face still shocked people's hearts.
Even if he is dying now, he will never recover from his serious injuries.
He slowly opened his eyes, and a strange dark golden color flashed in his narrow eyes.
"Your Majesty was injured too seriously, and his spiritual power was reversed at the critical moment. He shouldn't have run so far away." The man in blue robe spoke with a gentle and respectful tone.
"When will it be your turn to intervene in my king's affairs?" The silver-haired man rolled his eyes coldly and said coldly: "Xuan Ye, what does the underworld mean to this world?"
Xuanye obviously didn't think that Pluto would ask this question, but he was always as calm as water, neither quick nor slow, so he quickly said: "The underworld means the opposite of light, eternal darkness."
The wind at this time was a bit strong, rolling in from a distance, like thousands of troops and horses, with swords and swords, blowing violently.
The scattered hair on Pluto's face was blown away, revealing a cold but handsome face like a god. His eyes were cold, as if embodying the deepest darkness in the world. In his domineering and graceful appearance, the beauty in his facial features had a gloominess that swept everything!
Xuan Ye was startled for a moment, and then chose to look away, not to look directly at Pluto like this.
The stunning beauty of Pluto is not a flower that can be admired and admired, it is fatal!
Listening to the wind whistling by his ears, Mo Wuji looked up at the vast sky and suddenly raised his lips coldly.
"And I am the king of this darkness, right?"
Xuan Ye was puzzled. Pluto's thoughts were unpredictable, but he had never guessed it correctly.
"Your Majesty was seriously injured in order to seal the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts. Your subordinates will immediately escort you back to the Underworld."
The distant sky is like a huge dark curtain, dotted with crumbling stars.
Mo Wuji took a look and slowly closed his eyes. He seemed very tired and didn't want to say anything more.
Just the moment he closed his eyes, a small face that was equally cold and indifferent, yet beautiful and elegant suddenly appeared in front of him.