Even if there was a spiritual power barrier in the way, Jun Qianxi was still firmly protected by him.

He seemed to be caring for the first treasure in the world, lest she would be hurt in the slightest.

When the two of them rushed out of the smoke, they saw a different scene.

"Hades, is this the sky? Is this snow? ”

Jun Qianxi couldn't help but get out of his arms, stretched out his hands and put them together, and then the snowflakes falling from the sky.

She tilted her head slightly to look at the gray sky, and the trace of killing intent hidden in her eyes melted along with the snowflakes in her hands.

Duanmu Ming walked a few steps to her side, he held her hands and whispered, "Why don't you use spiritual power to protect it?" My hands are frozen red! ”

Jun Qianxi stared at him carefully for a while, and smiled lightly: "Because you are still by your side!" ”

As long as he is by her side, how can she be frozen?

Although it was not a sweet word, it easily shook his heartstrings.

He stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear in a low voice: "What's wrong with my family Xi'er these days?" It's getting more and more provocative! ”

"Isn't it good?" Her nose wrinkled and muttered discontentedly.

"Okay, how could it be bad!"

He hurriedly answered, as if he was afraid that if he answered slowly, he would upset the person in his arms.

A small smile broke into her pink lips and she drilled into his arms.

Her pale gauze skirt, her fair skin, his handsome face in a white robe like jade, the crystal snowflakes kept falling, covering the long hair of their shawls, and the two people hugging each other seemed to merge with the vast world.

Soon, a slight sound came from behind him, and this beautiful picture was broken.

"The relationship between the two of them is really jealous!"

"Doesn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also have Aunt Mei'er? You can also raise your eyebrows and grow old, right? ”

Jun Qianxi looked at the person who appeared, the smile on her face was undiminished, but the words she said clearly showed her displeasure.

"Xiao Xi'er, you are naughty again, why are you poking other people's pain again?" Duanmu Ming pinched her nose, lifted her eyes and looked at the people not far away: "Do you want to find a beating?" ”

Duanmu Rui's body shook, and not long ago, the two slaps on his cheeks were hot and painful, and the pain was revealed again, and his lips moved a few times, and Zuihou just let out a cold snort and stood aside.

But if you look closely, you will find that he unconsciously distanced himself from Duanmu Ming, which is completely a sign of fear.

After a while, people who were trapped together appeared one after another.

When they saw the scene, they were all amazed.

It is a space of its own, and this is something that only a few people have to do?

At this moment, their lost fighting spirit was rekindled, and if this tomb was buried with such a strong person, then the danger they had suffered before was completely worth it.

Since entering the Tomb of the Gods, they can be said to have experienced three life and death tribulations, and their number has been reduced by more than half, and now there are only thirty or forty people still alive.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but the number of people who survived each shili was actually the same.

Suddenly, there was a fierce fight ahead.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously moved over, and the two spiritual pressures were pouring against each other, one spiritual pressure was the peak of the ninth order, while the other spiritual pressure was obviously not as strong as the previous one, but it seemed to be supported by some external object.