Those who are imprisoned in the Prison of Gods and Demons are either voluntarily or incapacitated to resist. He wanted to put Ning Xiaoxian in the Gods and Demons Prison, and he also learned that he would meet her, and she agreed. At such a critical juncture, it is better to push her away quickly.

Ning Xiaoxian clearly saw this sneak attack from behind, and waved his hand in a hurry to throw out the dagger fangs. But no matter how anxious she was, how desperately she drove the natal artifact, the fangs suddenly froze in mid-air, motionless.

Not only the fangs, but also her agile skills are frozen, as if she is in film.

Only when consciousness has not yet stopped, this is the most painful: she can only watch as the unpretentious hammer falls heavily, and the possessed Zhuolan is beaten into a ball of meat sauce.

Crisp, fierce and cruel.

Time stood still, and there was no chance to hide in the gods and demons.

Flesh foam and bone fragments splattered radially, and she could see the trajectory of each of them.

But her whole body seemed to be solidified in cement, and she could barely move.

This kind of experience is actually no stranger to Ning Xiaoxian. She won't forget the last time Qizai died, the white feathers that exploded in the sky were like heavy snow.

This time, is it the turn to paint it all?

Nerve reflexes were far faster than movements, and her gaze caught a tall figure emerging in the void, and the artifact "Floating and Sinking" that had just killed Zhuo Lan was held in his hand.

Its owner was slowly tearing away a smile at her, but the smile was cold to the bone.

The moment they looked at each other, Ning Xiaoxian suddenly understood. Huang Fuming used such bloody methods, obviously to ask her to take a good look at the whole process of his killing.

Apparently his patience had been completely exhausted, and now he only wanted to use thunder to scare her.

Huang Fuming knocked the fangs away, and then snapped his fingers, so the field was retracted, and time returned to normal.

In the midst of the flying flesh, a small brown object was also blown out, frozen in the posture of rolling in the air. It was mixed between flesh and earth, and it was inconspicuous, but Huang Fuming walked over and took it in his hand.

It was a wooden ring.

After the Divine Demon Prison was handed over by Ning Xiaoxian to Zhuo Lan, who was possessed by Tu Quan, it would take at least half an hour before it could be worn back into Ning Xiaoxian's hands. Now that the ring has judged Zhuo Lan to be dead, he naturally lifted the confession of the Lord and reappeared.

He raised the ring and looked at the sky carefully, before he said unhurriedly: "It turns out that the God and Demon Hell is really in your hands. ”

There was abruptness, emotion, and sighing in the voice, but more of it was an emotion that Ning Xiaoxian couldn't understand.

However, she didn't want to understand it now.

Her figure suddenly flashed, disappeared from the spot, and reappeared, but it was directly in front of the puddle of flesh and blood, because at this moment a wisp of black smoke was floating out of the corpse!

Tu is a soul cultivator, although the flesh ~ body is dead, the soul still exists, although it has also been hit hard - under the violent blow of "ups and downs", no one can get better.

But he was alive after all.

Seeing that the God King's jaw was tightened as if he was about to speak, Ning Xiaoxian opened his mouth first: "Spare him!"

She put her hands behind her waist and made a gesture, and the black smoke slipped under her sleeves without stopping.

Even if she recovers her cultivation, she is by no means Huang Fuming's opponent, and both sides know this. He stared at her, but word by word squeezed out from between his teeth: "Are you begging me?"

His eyes were bright, as if there was an infinite nebula exploding in it. The fury of the gods unconsciously enveloped the whole audience, like a tiger that chooses to devour people. If she moves a little, I'm afraid she will be torn to shreds!

He could have subdued her and put away the Time Realm, but he didn't. Just looking into his gaze, she understood why:

The little warm and false tacit understanding between them was gone, and he was both sad and angry.

The God King had no way to vent his anger, and he was afraid that he would not be able to help tearing her to shreds when he ran into her at this time.

But Ning Xiaoxian had to live, and he needed a little time to buffer his emotions.

However, it is not stated in the agreement that Tu Duan must live.

As long as she hesitated a little, Tu Du's life would be lost immediately, and Ning Xiaoxian would not delay for a second, and said loudly: "Yes, this is my second plea to you! "She once lost seven children, and she can't watch another old friend die in front of her, otherwise this will be a demon that she can't get rid of in her life!

Now that he thinks about it, Tu Duan never put her in the Gods and Demons Prison on the way to escape with her, precisely because he is far less powerful than Changtian, and he can't use Zhuolan's skin to protect this ring. If Zhuo Lan dies and the ring falls into the hands of others, Ning Xiaoxian will not even have a chance to resist.

No matter how critical the moment, Tu can think so thoroughly.

In the eyes of outsiders, this hidden executioner and executioner is ruthless and vicious, but he has always been loyal to her and wholeheartedly protected, even if he and Changtian have lifted their blood oath and are no longer master and servant.

Yes, there's an agreement between them. As soon as the corners of the God's mouth were curled, he saw her apricot eyes shining, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

One after another.

His heart suddenly tingled, but he knew he couldn't relent. For three years, he tried to take care of her, but she abandoned his heart.

This woman's temperament is like a cunning and rebellious wild cat, which cannot be raised well. The Barbarian Ancestor is right about one thing: if she is not completely tamed, she will always have to make trouble and escape.

"But you have one last condition left for me to keep it. Huang Fuming paced slowly, as if he was strolling in the court, but he sighed in a low voice: "Ning Xiaoxian, I am good to you in vain, why don't you always appreciate it?"

She shook her head slowly and said in a trembling voice, "How can you track me down...... I've gotten rid of the golden ring!" she took great pains to take off the golden ring, and it stands to reason that the sky is high and the birds will fly, and the god king should not be able to track her whereabouts.

"I can't track you, but I can track her—" He glanced at the mass of flesh on the ground, stretched out his left hand, and a small ...... stood in the palm of his hand Lamp?

This is a hexagonal glass lamp, the height is less than the size of the tail finger, and the color is transparent. There was a small candlestick inside, but there was no flame burning. But other than that, I don't see anything special.

"This is the soul lamp, as soon as Zhuolan's soul dies, the flame will be extinguished, and I can sense her position. The most interesting thing is that neither Zhuolan nor your subordinates know that it exists. Huang Fuming chuckled, "Guess, who taught me this little trick?"

------ Military Intelligence Express Line------

It took me a long time to change the draft for half a morning, and I delayed the release, sorry. Originally, plot 8 was like this, but the kidnappers took enough ransom and decided not to tear up the ticket.

In addition, there was a bug in the previous chapter, and the water cloud has been modified. What, you said you didn't see where it was after rewatching it?

That's right.