"Supreme Yuan Chen personally led his army into the Nether Sect for the sake of the common people in the world. The battle was earth-shattering, with countless casualties. Saint Lingxue and Supreme Yuan Chen were equally powerful. However, at the last moment, Saint Lingxue chose to self-destruct her dantian. Later, the Nether Sect also Slowly disappearing from the world..."
A flash of surprise flashed in Long Qingyue's eyes. It turned out that Liusha Island and the Nether Sect had such a past...
It turns out that Shen Ce will do whatever it takes to find the soul-catching bell. This, paired with his soul-charming technique, is a perfect match.
"Why do you know so much about the Nether Sect? How do you know there are the treasures and techniques of Saint Lingxue here?"
Shen Ce chuckled, but did not answer. He saw Long Qingyue's eyes falling on the soul-stirring bell, and stretched out his hand, "I'll let you play with it."
There was a hint of doubt in Long Qingyue's eyes, and she reached out to take the Soul-Calling Bell. A cold and cool breath came, and Long Qingyue couldn't help but shudder.
I gently shook the soul-stirring bell, and a ringing sound as clear as nature sounded in the room, like water flowing in the mountains.
The girl's calm and indifferent face is like a slowly blooming green lotus.
The two of them were as quiet as old friends who had known each other for many years, sitting quietly in the same room, without the usual tit-for-tat confrontation.
Suddenly, Long Qingyue's hand shook, and she felt an extremely cold breath seem to jump out from her dantian, flow into her limbs and bones, and go straight to the top of her head.
The Soul Seizing Bell in his hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp and cold sound.
"What's wrong with you?" Shen Ce was startled, with some surprise in his eyes. He put his hand on Long Qingyue's shoulder, and felt a bone-chilling coldness, making people feel like they were falling into an ice furnace.
She looked pale and bit her lip tightly, looking quite painful, but she couldn't let herself make a sound.
Long Qingyue hugged her chest and huddled on the ground in pain, her consciousness slowly blurring. At this time, her only feeling was that her body was like an hourglass riddled with holes, and her spiritual power was flowing everywhere in her body.
Streams of black light and cold breath jumped out from Long Qingyue's dantian, swept out of the body, and crashed around the stone room. Wherever it passed, small holes were poked out of the hard stone wall, and dust flew...
The indoor temperature dropped suddenly.
Shen Ce quickly summoned the body-protecting Qi and retreated tens of meters in one breath. What is going on?
This breath is too cold, like the breath of death from hell...
At this time, several rats that jumped out from the corner immediately turned into charred bones after smelling the cold breath.
Seeing this surprising and weird scene, no matter how calm Shen Ce was, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. What kind of aura was that? It was so terrifying!
Silently, life and death can be taken away!
Countless cold air crashed into Shen Ce and disappeared automatically, as if they were poured into water, slowly melting away. Shen Ce frowned, looked at himself in confusion, and then looked up at the person huddled in the corner. Long Qingyue looked pained.
After Shen Ce saw that he was immune to the strange Yin Qi that burst out of her body, he dared to step forward and put his hand on Long Qingyue's pulse. He sensed that Long Qingyue's body was in chaos, especially in his dantian. , filled with a dense and dark gas.
This breath is actually a bit weirder than the Nether Sect's breath...
In the boundless chaos and darkness, Long Qingyue felt a faint warmth coming from her. She followed the warmth and threw herself into Shen Ce's arms...
