"Xiao Yan, how do you feel?"

Phantom Tilt Yan is now half-clear and half-awake, and the demonic qi has entered the body strongly, but it still maintains a strong state of self-defense.

At the moment when Jimo Ya approached Phantom Tilt Yan, Phantom Tilt Yan struggled violently.

The strength was so great that Jimo Ya was almost overwhelmed and almost injured.

There are also words in his mouth, "Get out!" Get out of here! ”

I don't know when, covered with a thin layer of defensive cover, the ancient bloodline is stimulated, and now the living are not close.

If Jimoya forcibly approached, it would only make her more desperate.

This is her subconscious means of self-preservation.

Jimo Ya was very relieved for a while, this girl Xuanling Master is a lot stronger, even if the demon qi really enters the body, she can still protect herself.

If he didn't come, her life would not be in danger for a while.

It's just that I'm afraid it's not easy to get rid of this demonic energy.

"Xiao Yan, don't be afraid, it's me." Ji Moya said softly.

Miraculously, as soon as Phantom Tianyan heard his voice, he gradually stopped resisting, and the defensive shield light shield on his body gradually dimmed.

Ji Moya's heart moved, and tears almost welled up, this girl's attachment to him has never changed, even if she says it so decisively and coldly.

"Xiao Yan, I'm sorry for making you suffer."

As she spoke, she poured spiritual power into the Baihui acupoint above her head, protecting the precarious divine consciousness of the phantom face.

Only then did he touch Phantom Tilt's face with pity, although the room was so dim that he could barely see his fingers at the moment, but he could see night vision, and he could naturally see that Phantom Tilt's face had calmed down now, and the tyrannical aura had dissipated a lot.

Ji Moya put down his heart, hugged Xiao Yan in his arms, lost and regained, and his heart, which had been empty, was finally fully fulfilled at this moment.

Walking to the door, Ji Moya waved his sleeves, the door opened, and he was about to step out, but found that the outside of the house was shrouded in layers of black fog at the moment.

In the mist, there were occasionally a few hideous skulls shuttling through the mist, making some whimpering and wailing sounds.

There are no courtyard steps on the ground, only thick, sticky blood flowing on the ground, like hell on earth.

Ji Moya's footsteps paused, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that this was an extremely strange and clever formation, and the formation was full of demonic energy, if he fell into the formation, if he was not careful, he would be eroded by demonic energy.

I never thought that Baili Zixi still hid such a vicious thing.

Ji Moya didn't dare to risk the illusion, muttered for a moment, and then retreated to the house, took out a new set of bedding, spread it on the bed, and carefully put the illusion on it.

He took out a pearl and hung it on the tent, pearlescent and smooth, reflecting the sleeping phantom face on the bed with a complexion like jade, and his complexion was compelling.

Ji Moya sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Phantom Yan stupidly, and didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

I'm afraid that if I only stagger it once, the little face in front of me will disappear.

For nearly a year, he had been thinking about this face day and night, this person, lying in front of him.

Ji Moya didn't dare to exert himself, and he didn't want to let go, he only held the hand of the illusion, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, one after another soft and burning kisses, fell on the back of her hand.

There is a deep affection in his eyes.

Ji Moya felt that even if he was trapped in this simple hut by the demonic qi formation, he was extremely happy.

He even wished that time would stop at this moment.