The nine-constellation star map quickly shrank and condensed into nine stars of different colors, connected in a row in mid-air.

The purple pupil raised her left hand, and the nine stars quickly gathered around her, forming a dazzling ball of nine-colored light.

The Demon God's face showed an incomparably frightened look.

The power of the Nine Stars is still fresh in his memory.

Ten thousand years ago, Beichen used this trick, which almost made him lose his soul.

Turning around, the demon god fled desperately.

With a light tap on his toes on the ground, the body of the purple pupil suddenly rose off the ground, and as soon as he spit out his palms, the huge ball of nine-colored light rushed towards the back of the demon god.

At the same time, a soft silver glow was already emitting from her body.

Her body seemed to suddenly turn into a moon.

At this moment, Purple Pupil finally broke through the last step of her becoming a god and stepped into the realm of true gods.

The soft silver light overflowed from her body and fell silently, turning Beichen, Ye Weiyang, Zitu, and Luo Jia on the ground...... All the people are wrapped in it.

Heaven and earth shook, and the nine-colored ball of light hit the back of the demon god, and the demon god's body was instantly swallowed by the brilliance.

The form of the god is destroyed.

The people who were wrapped in the moonlight with purple eyes were all safe and sound.

Turning around, the purple pupil slowly fell back to the ground, walked up to Beichen, bent down and touched his face.

His face was pale, but his skin was warm.

"It's good that you're alive."

She spat out six words wearily, and then leaned and fell on top of him.

In his ears, in his chest, his heartbeat could be heard, although it was a little weak, a little slow, but it was very steady.

Fingers grasped the placket of his clothes, and the purple pupils closed their eyes and fainted.

"Purple pupils!"

When everyone saw this, they all exclaimed in surprise and rushed up together.

Reverse - Sky - Small - Crazy - After***

Half a month later.

Middle-earth, North Home.

In the Chinese room, Beichen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the purple pupil in his arms, which was still in a coma.

At this moment, he was still wearing that dirty old clothes, and her fingers were still grasping the placket of his clothes, although she had been in a coma for half a month, her palm had never let go.

Beichen took the cotton towel handed by the servant, gently wiped the purple pupil on the pillow, noticed that one of her hair was sticking to the side of her forehead, and he carefully used his fingers to untie her hair.

The footsteps sounded softly, and Bei Shui Han and Mrs. Qingyou took the lead and walked in.

followed by Mr. Baicao and Lao Song Tou, Aunt Hua followed behind the two, and Ye Weiyang, Zitu, Luo Jia and others stayed in the outer room to wait for news.

This is already a daily routine, and every morning, Mr. Baicao and Old Song Tou will come to help Zitong and Beichen take the pulse to heal their injuries to determine their physical condition.

Beichen carefully pulled Zitong's left arm out of the quilt and sent it to the two.

Raising his hand to cover it, Mr. Baicao carefully checked the pulse of the purple pupil.

Suddenly, raise an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Beichen immediately asked worriedly.

Mr. Baicao looked at Old Song Tou, "You come!" ”

Old Song Tou looked at him puzzled, moved his fingers, and put the purple pupil's wrist vein.

A moment later, he was also discolored.

"Huh?!"

Aunt Hua raised her palm, and one of them rewarded a burst of chestnuts, "You two old immortals, do you want to die in a hurry, what's wrong, what's wrong with the purple pupil?!" ”

"Xiaohua, don't be angry, it's a good thing this time." Mr. Baicao said.

"yes, that's definitely a good thing, a good thing!" Old Song Tou also echoed.

There was suppressed anger in Beichen's voice, "What the hell is wrong?!" ”

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