Smack—"

The Netherworld Divine Monarch suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, and before he had time to dodge, he received a heavy blow to his chest, and he took a few steps backwards before he could stabilize his body, coupled with the old wound on his body, his throat was sweet, and he leaned over and suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the Nether God Monarch was injured, Pregnant Qiao was in a hurry. Just now, she only saw the figure in front of her for a moment, and she didn't see the movement of the person who came at all, and the Nether God Monarch was injured, which shows that the other party must be a supreme master of the immortal realm!

"Boom, boom—"

Pregnant Qiao lightly stepped on the ground on her toes, and countless ink-colored lotus petals flew out, hovering in mid-air, and rolled towards the person. The Netherworld Divine Monarch's eyes widened angrily, and she was about to step forward to stop Pregnant Qiao, when she saw those ink-colored lotus petals twisted into pieces by a cloud of black mist! Immediately after, Pregnant Qiao's full white hair was lifted, and the black mist entangled her, her body seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and her qi was also locked by a powerful pressure, unable to breathe or move.

"Yu'er!

A crisp voice rang out outside the door of the Wanling Inn. After a while, a young man in a blue brocade robe strode into the door of the inn. The boy looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, handsome and handsome, with a pair of ice-blue dragon horns on top of his head.

When she saw the young man in blue, her eyes flashed slightly, this person was Sikong Yunbing in her youth.

"Childe!"

As soon as the brocade-clothed man and the people behind him saw Sikong Yunbing, they all avoided to both sides and bowed respectfully.

The black mist that surrounded Pregnant Qiao's body dispersed, and the terrifying coercion disappeared with it. Beside Sikong Yunbing, a woman slowly emerged, she was tall, wearing a black dress, surrounded by black gas, her appearance was quite delicate, but there was a lingering yin aura between her eyebrows, and a pair of inky dragon horns with a dark color on her head.

She finally saw the appearance of the person who attacked her and the Nether God Monarch, but she didn't expect that she was actually a woman, the same age as herself, but she was already a first-class Taiyi Immortal! It seems that she is still too light on the enemy, if it weren't for Sikong Yunbing's timely appearance, I am afraid that she has turned into a cold corpse at this moment.

"I don't care if you come from the Hades Palace or where you come from, as long as you are disrespectful to the ancestors of Buzhou Mountain, you should all be killed!" The woman in black stared at the Netherworld Divine Monarch and the others with a cold gaze, and said slowly.

Pregnant Qiao clenched her fists and looked angry, even if it is a clay man, she still has three points of earthiness, let alone a person of flesh and blood! No, Zhou Shan's is really unreasonable, today, she really won't leave! Even if the other party has a first-grade immortal, she has no defense now, and there is nothing to be afraid of!

"If you want to fight, you will fight! Where is so much nonsense!" Pregnant Qiao snorted coldly and held the Thunder Hammer in his hand.

As soon as the thunder hammer came out, the color of the heavens and the earth changed. Countless golden thunderbolts and silver lightning swam around, and the ground under everyone's feet suddenly turned into a thunder pool of gold and silver.

Sikong Yunbing took a step forward, blinked a pair of big ice blue eyes, smiled at Pregnant Qiao, and said, "This ...... Girl, don't be angry! Yu'er has never been very good at talking, if the people who don't go around the mountains offend the girl, I will compensate the girl on their behalf. ”

"Childe, you ......"

The woman in black who was called Yu'er frowned, and was about to speak, but when she saw Sikong Yunbing's eyes sweeping towards her, she closed her mouth.

"Such a big inn, even if all the people in Zhoushan live in it, there are still many vacant rooms, if the girl doesn't dislike it, just stay!" Sikong Yunbing finished speaking, and strode towards the backyard. The woman in black and the group of people from Buzhou Mountain left after Sikong Yunbing, and when they passed by Pregnant Qiao, they gave her a cold look.

When the group left, her clenched fists slowly loosened, and her palms were covered with sweat. She turned and pounced on the Nether Divine Monarch and whispered, "Li!

The Netherworld Divine Monarch's face was as white as paper, and he shook his head slightly at Pregnant Qiao, and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine!"

When he was in Fengming Immortal Mountain before, the Netherworld God Jun Shengsheng carried a palm of the four-grade Daluo Jin Immortal Feather Sword, and his life was in danger, after Pregnant Qiao summoned a small stone to heal his injuries, although he woke up, the injuries on his body did not heal. Now, the old injuries have not gone, and new injuries have been added, and Pregnant Qiao is naturally very worried about him.

"Stop talking, I'll help you back to your room first!"

Pregnant Qiao and Hu Jiuji alone took one of the Nether Divine Monarch's arms and helped him into the room.

"Miss Hu, go to another room to rest! I'm going to stay with him here. She pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, looking tired.

Hu Jiuji didn't say anything this time and silently exited the room.

Seeing that Hu Jiuji had left, the Netherworld Divine Monarch moved his body inward, then gently patted the vacant bed, and said to Pregnant Qiao: "Come up!"

Pregnant Qiao's eyes drooped slightly, and her face turned red. But the Nether Divine Lord was badly injured, and she had to stay and take care of him.

Seeing that Pregnant Qiao didn't move, the Netherworld Divine Monarch reached out and grabbed Pregnant Qiao's wrist and pulled her to the bed.

Pregnant Qiao's eyes widened and exclaimed, "Your wounds ......"

The Nether Divine Monarch stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Pregnant Qiao, held her tightly in his arms, and said in a low voice in her ear, "You lie down obediently, don't move, you won't touch the wounds on my body." ”

Pregnant Qiao really didn't dare to move, her face was so red that she was dripping blood, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, so she had to bury her face in the broad chest of the Nether God Monarch, and didn't dare to raise her head to look at him.

I don't know how long it took, but the Netherworld Divine Monarch beside him finally heard the sound of even breathing, as if he was asleep. Pregnant Joe gently lifted his arm, slowly moved to the side of the bed, and slid off the bed. She crept to the door and walked out.

The night was like a wash, the white moonlight was falling, and there was silence in the Wanling Inn.

Silently, she skirted the two cloisters and walked down to the courtyard where the people lived. Now that the hour has passed, in another hour, those subordinates should get up early to catch up with work, and Pregnant Qiao must hurry. She jumped onto the eaves and soon found Liu Zhen's residence, which she had explored in advance.

Whether this Liu Zhen is the old Liu Sect Master of the Wanling Chamber of Commerce, she is not sure in her heart. If this person is really the Sect Master Liu, then where did the real Sect Master Liu go eight thousand years later? Did he also come to this Mirror Realm? What was the reason why the Qiankun Ancient Ding was shattered in the first place? Where are the remaining six fragments of the Ancient Ding?

The closer she got to Yoo Jung's residence, the faster her heart beat as if the mysteries in her heart were about to be solved. She came to a gray roof, gently lifted a tile, and looked down, only to see that the room was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything clearly.