Jun Qianxi's hand fell on his wrist, and sure enough, his body was empty.

And the person opposite her stretched out his hand and whispered with a sad face: "The spiritual power that has been accumulated with great difficulty has been used up just now, Xi'er, you have to be responsible, you have to protect me!" ”

Her head was covered with black lines, and she really wanted to knock open the head of the person in front of her to see what was inside.

Duanmu pretended not to see her expression, he reached out and grabbed her, rubbed her shoulder, and closed his eyes.

Jun Qianxi was helpless, so he had to let him hold it.

When the bright moon rose into the air, the bright and cold moonlight sprinkled down and fell on the thin layer of hoarfrost at the entrance of the cave, flashing with a dazzling light.

Jun Qianxi felt that the person in her arms was constantly leaning towards her, wanting to absorb her warm body temperature.

She had to reach out and try to hug him, but he was still shivering with cold.

Jun Qianxi wanted to wake him up, but looking at his pale face, he couldn't bear it.

She has always been very motherly.

She thought for a while, and began to run her veins, frantically absorbing the cold aura in the cave.

All the cold qi was left in her body, rotating around the veins, and the aura of heaven and earth was squeezed out of her body by her.

Sure enough, it worked.

Duanmu Ming stopped trembling, and he also absorbed the heaven and earth aura filtered by Jun Qianxi to recover.

There was an unusually strange scene in the cave, two people lying on the bed surrounded by gray mist, which was frantically growing because of the night.

And inside the gray mist, there is a white mist lingering, which is the aura of heaven and earth.

Jun Qianxi also finally knew that the people of Weishenme Netherworld Valley never came out of the valley, and this was simply a paradise for undead summoners to cultivate.

Why is there so much cold aura gathered here?

Jun Qianxi's mind had an unusually bold guess, but it was too ridiculous.

She looked at the man in her arms, and saw that his face had completely returned to normal, and she closed her eyes.

In the depths of the Netherworld, there is a magnificent hall made of black stone.

There is a plaque on it, and the plaque is engraved with the three big characters of the Netherworld Palace, which is the base camp of Jun Qianxi.

Except for the dead end, the other four roads will lead here.

It was already late at night, and the Netherworld Temple was still brightly lit.

There were five futons in the wide antechamber, but four were empty, and only one old man sat cross-legged.

His body was also surrounded by gray mist, but the gray mist was obviously much larger than Jun Qianxi's.

The mist seemed to have a psychic mind, and it entered his body on its own accord and moved through his veins many times before dissipating.

His breath was a little unsteady, and he seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

When the eastern sky was white, his breath suddenly skyrocketed, but after it skyrocketed to a peak, it quickly fell back.

It was as if it was blocked by something intangible.

At this moment, a round of red sun slowly rose, and the gray mist around his body suddenly disappeared.

He opened his eyes and let out a long breath: "White? Come on in! ”

"Great Elder!"

A respectful voice sounded, this person was the man on the shore, named Situ Baiyi.