When the dazzling but peaceful colorful light dissipated, the man in white slowly appeared.

The man wore a moon-white robe and danced without wind, his body was tall and straight like a bamboo, and his hair fell down on his shoulders like a waterfall, shining slightly like ink jade.

Even if he just stood there quietly, he was cold. It's just that a delicate white jade mask blocked the man's face, leaving only a pair of black eyes as deep as a pool of ancient springs.

Even if you can't see the man's face, the man's body is cold and has no smoke and fireworks, like a god who cannot be blasphemed, and people just want to bow and worship.

The man in white swept through the night with his eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pool.

"Night repair, long time no see. Do you know who you are hurting? ”

The man's voice was as gripping as the distant and beautiful sound of the piano, and it was clearly a gentle tone, but it made people feel a chill down their spines.

Ye Xiu was momentarily stunned when the man in white appeared, and immediately hooked the corners of his lips again, and said, "Emperor Wuchen, you can be regarded as appearing." Why don't you stop being a shrunken turtle? I'm just hurting your little lackey. What about people? Could it be that the kid has been beaten to scum by this seat and disappeared without a trace? ”

Emperor Wuchen's eyes did not fluctuate, and his voice was as clear as usual.

"The deity has just been dormant for a while, and you are so rampant? Not only did you injure the messenger of the deity, but you also tried to beat the mind of the disciples? ”

Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly. There were only two people he injured just now, one was the envoy of the emperor, and the other was Mo Jiu, who was injured by mistake. In this way, the apprentice in Emperor Wuchen's mouth is Mo Jiu?

"Your apprentice?"

When Ye Xiu asked rhetorically, Emperor Wuchen squatted down and hugged Mo Jiu on the ground. It was obviously a bit of a domineering move, but it was made by him, but it was more immortal.

Mo Jiu closed his eyes, as if he had lost consciousness. There was no reaction when he was held in his arms by Emperor Wuchen.

Emperor Wuchen's eyes were a little colder when he swept over Mo Jiu's pale face. When he raised his eyes to look at Ye Xiu again, those dark eyes were as deep as the dark night sky.

"Since you have injured the disciples of the deity, you will have to pay the price."

Ye Xiu's gaze stayed on Emperor Wuchen's hand as he picked up Mo Jiu. The light in his eyes was also cold.

"I don't know when you will take him as an apprentice, but today I will take Mojiu away anyway. It's you who should pay the price. ”

Before the words fell, Ye Xiu had already launched an attack.

The power of the attack varies depending on the opponent. If Ye Xiu's attack before was only one layer of his strength, this time his attack was nine layers.

A large cloud of black mist emitted with Ye Xiu's movements, and he saw that the black mist was about to approach Emperor Wuchen.

Emperor Wuchen hugged Mo Jiu, his figure was as tall as a bamboo, and his eyes were indifferent. I didn't even move my fingers.

Seeing that the black mist was about to envelop the two of them, a circle of golden light emerged from Emperor Wuchen's body, forming a half-spherical transparent cover around them.

Countless plants had turned to ashes in the place where the black mist had passed, but the black mist had not been able to corrode the hemispherical cover. Not only that, but when the black mist touched the cover, it instantly turned into white smoke and disappeared.

Ye Xiu frowned slightly, and a flying body had already flown into the air. The dark robe was hunting and flying in mid-air, and the dark purple eyes burst out with a chilling killing intent.

Emperor Wuchen raised his chin slightly and confronted Ye Xiu, his breath was clear but there was no temperature.