Hearing the sound, Ji Qingfeng's eyes became a little colder, "It's best."
After these words, the ninth floor hall returned to the Siji.
Qingge stood at the corner with his brows frowned. Is Ji Qingfeng the son of Wuyu?
She couldn't understand that the person Bixishuang loved was just a little bit of apology, so why everyone forced her and wanted her to die.
Qingge thought, if Bi Xishuang had no love for Wuyu, would it be another situation now?
Bixishuang is still the same stunning. She is still talented and has become stronger and stronger. She is the leader among contemporary young people. She is the best in the world, has become famous, shook the eight wildernesses, and has penetrated into Liuhe.
Unfortunately, when she handed over her heart and life to Wuyu, her life was doomed to be a defeat.
Qingge hopes that Li Fugui can bring her out of this bottomless abyss swamp.
Qingge clenched his hands and entered the tenth floor!
There was another person before her—
Yu Ji!
In the Youlan Gate, what was waiting for Qingge was no longer the charming ghost fire, but the sharp blade of cold wind, like thousands of needles, piercing into Qingge's body from all directions, overwhelmingly.
Although the needle has the sharpness of the needle, it is not the essence and does not harm the body. However, the painful pain that is piercing is indeed there.
It is not that easy to survive this needle, but it is even more difficult than imagined.
The pain of the needle beam penetrated the skin and skin through the bones is unimaginable. Qingge's face turned pale and sweat was flowing. She wanted to lift her feet and continue walking, but even her breathing was painful. It seemed that several ribs were broken in her chest, and her body was covered with her body.
The skin seemed to have been stripped off by someone, but the sharpness was still standing one after another, endlessly buried deep in her bone marrow.
When the pain came out of the bone marrow, the flesh on the body seemed to be gnawed by countless ants, and waves of numbness accompanied by strong pain spread throughout the limbs.
Qingge opened her mouth slightly, panting, and her white hair was wrapped around her neck with wet hair.
She gasped and became more and more rapid.
The difficulty of this level is the pain. As long as you survive this pain, the sea will be vast and the sky will be calm and everything will be easy to say.
Although the sharp edge does not have any substantial wounds to the body, the pain that the spirit master will bear is afraid that his face will change drastically.
In the realm of nothingness, Ji Yue lays on the slant, her face is dark and ink-dropped. The mini-shaped flame dragon is lying in his arms. Ji Yue stretches out her hand and pinches the flame dragon's hair scales and ravages it hard, and says, "Damn it."
The woman—”
The flame dragon's face was deformed by Ji Yue. The little dragon felt very wronged. Who was it provoking whom it was? Don't bully people too much - Oh no, it's bullying the dragon too much.
Xiaolong believes that it has no dignity of the dragon. When it was still an egg, it was squeezed by Ji Yue every day and played as a ball. Now it finally broke out and thought that the farmers could turn over and sing, but it looks like this now.
, the squeeze seems to be even more ruthless than before.
Ji Yue seemed to have not felt the complaints of the Fire Dragon, and then ravaged it-
The baby is unhappy!
Although Qingge's body was not injured, he could not bear the pain even though he was not injured.
The killing blood wolf lay proudly and proudly, wearing a soft mane that was as red as blood. It half-squinted its eyes, occasionally raising its eyes, looking at the flame dragon disdainfully. When the dragon reached this point, it was just aggrieved.
Ji Yue looked at the Killing Blood Wolf lazyly, and all the hair on the Killing Blood Wolf stood upside down, and she felt chills and couldn't help but tremble.
Ji Yue just looked at her, smiling but not smiling, both righteous and evil, with a ghostly eyes and a demonic face.
The Killing Blood Wolf swallowed his saliva, and suddenly blew like a gust of wind, slipping to the edge of the throne seat, rubbing Ji Yue's legs very hard, looking like he was so kind and behaved.
Flame Dragon: "…"
The Fire Dragon looked at the Killing Blood Wolf with contempt, but this guy looked at it contemptuously.
*
Inside the Ghost Blue Gate.
Qingge took a breath, her lips seemed to be dry and cracked due to pain. She closed her eyes, ruthlessly, raised her feet, and walked out of this door.
In the blue door, when you reach the end, the passage on the tenth floor of Lolita was only five or six steps away, but Qingge only took two steps for a lifetime, and it took half of it.
Life.
She is not afraid of pain, but she cannot ignore this pain.
Qingge clenched his hands tightly and staggered forward with a trembling body. She was not showing off her strength, but she wanted to break through her limits.
Although people in the world think that her breakthrough speed is too terrifying, she still feels it is slow, too slow, and it is getting stronger and more difficult in the later stages of her cultivation. When will she be able to compete with Ji Yue?
She knew that there was another reason why Ji Yue refused to return to the Demon Realm. Both of them did not mention it tacitly, but they knew each other well.
Once Ji Yue becomes the demon king, they will have to break through the taboos of the demon realm together.
Think about it, wouldn’t it be crazy if the people in the Demon Realm learned that their Demon King’s woman was a human woman?
Thinking of Ji Yue and thinking of this, Qingge seemed to have an inexplicable energy surged in his heart. This was a belief that made her not afraid, and she raised her feet to endure the pain and walked forward a few steps.
The other end of the door was close at hand. She narrowed her eyes, her eyes shining brightly. Qingge's mind was blank, and there was only one belief, which supported her to the tenth floor.
Walking out of the door, Qingge leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, her body was not damaged at all, but her wet clothes seemed to be able to squeeze out water.
The tenth floor palace is completely different from the tenth floor. If the tenth floor palace is made of white stone and decorated with jade, then the tenth floor is black, deep and dull, even making people feel illusioned.
After entering Shura Hell, the air was filled with gloomy breath, and the dark palace was filled with horror. The atmosphere made the people in the palace get goose bumps, holding a crazy beating heart, anxious
, panic.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
At the corners, a clear sound sounded faintly.
Qingge looked in the dark shore, the woman was facing her with her back in black robe. When she spoke, she slowly turned around and turned back inch by inch, with a sharp smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and half of her stunning face was hidden.
In the shadow, half of the side was revealed in the dim light and fire.
"Yu Ji——"
Qingge curled the corners of his lips, his eyes were cold.
The two stood on both sides of the hall and confronted each other. The atmosphere was not in full swing or tense, but it seemed that there was a fighting intention surging in the undercurrent.
Who would have thought that the two people who talked unhinderedly under the cherry blossom trees in the Flower and Moon Hall that day have now walked in two completely different directions.
Things in the world are unpredictable, and accidents always happen in the future.
"Ye Qingge, can the queen who is looking for the West feel comfortable?" Yu Ji raised her eyebrows and looked stunning.
"For you and the Lord of the Underworld, I feel very comfortable." Qingge said sarcastically, and a mocking smile opened on his lips. (To be continued)