Yun Qianmo's face was abnormal from time to time, always worried about the unexpected dangers inside after entering this palace.

Mo Qing seemed to see through her thoughts, directly shook her hand, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, everything has me." ”

Yun Qianmo nodded in response, a light smile suddenly reflected on her cheeks, and then walked with him into the seemingly incomparably gorgeous place in front of him.

I saw that the glass paved ground in the hall, and there were countless treasures in it, and there were beautiful women with faces like jade, dancing in the city, showing their enchantment.

The beauty of this scene can be described as the Yaochi Heavenly Palace, if you change to a greedy person, you will undoubtedly be involved in it, and the sky and the earth will not be known.

Immediately afterwards, the ghosts came in the form of several shadows, forcibly separating them in two places.

The ghost turned into the look that Yun Qianmo was looking forward to in her dream, and served her with color, and a drop of sweet and fragrant wine was poured into her abdomen, which immediately caused her to look confused and her limbs were weak.

With a gust of wind coming, Yun Qianmo suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving no trace.

Later, he looked for Mo Qing again, and was about to repeat the old trick, but unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Mo Qing used a peerless secret technique to slash the moon, pouring a puff of black smoke from his body, and immediately flooded the surrounding air.

I saw that Ling Yue suddenly turned into a huge boulder statue, and with a slight step on his feet, he could set off the power of the mountain shaking the ground, and waved his palm, and the blue sky was at the moment.

The roar is sometimes buzzing, sometimes it is still charming, and every appeal is shocking.

Both sides are working hard against each other, and victory or defeat is unpredictable for a while.

Seeing the situation, Mo Qing spilled a puff of black smoke from his palm, flooding the surrounding air, blocking it out, lifting his body like a hairspring, quickly flying into the air, invisible everywhere.

And the feather fan was transformed into a colorful flying sparrow, and its wings waved rapidly, directly up to Ling Yue's body. When he threw it again on the ground, he immediately returned to its original shape.

Under Mo Qing's strong attack, Ling Yue was finally defeated, and then fled.

In the blink of an eye, she saw a void in the palace, and Mo Qing couldn't find her several times, so she had to follow Ling Yue's trace first.

He knew very well that Yun Qianmo suddenly disappeared so without a trace, which was definitely inseparable from the ghost.

But now that the Biyue Mirror is not in his hand, it must be a lot more difficult to find this time.

The Infernal Pavilion is an extremely secret place in the underworld, and it is also a hiding place for the ghosts to survive.

This place is unfathomable, and the moonlit night is like ice and snow on the thousand-year-old cold river, bleak without the slightest color. When the cold wind passes over the body, it immediately makes people feel cold and biting.

Yun Qianmo was still immersed in a dream at this time, she dreamed of her father, and dreamed of the best time she spent in the Sunset Foggy Valley as a child.

In the past, whenever she came home, Daddy would always prepare a hot meal and wait for her to come back with a kind smiling face.

For as long as she can remember, she has been ridiculed by the children of the village, saying that she had come out of a crack in the stone, and that she was the reincarnation of a demon who had killed her own mother as soon as she was born.

Yun Zhao told her that the reason why the children said this was because they didn't know that she was the reincarnation of an immortal, and that gods could not be mixed with mortals.

At that time, she believed these words as true, and deliberately learned medical skills in order to accumulate virtue and do good. Therefore, even if her life seems unbearable to others, she will never feel inferior, let alone have a momentary negative mood.

The reason why she can have a positive and enterprising heart in such a predicament of being unclothed and hungry is all because of the influence of her father.

Later, she returned to the Valley of the Sunset, from the morning light to the sunset, there were always two small figures chasing each other, playing.

The two bright smiling faces, the white robes, the scenery that catches the eyes, and the oath engraved on the heart are indelible memories in this life.

She really wants to live here for the rest of her life.

However, then she was awakened by a blast of air that was frozen into the bone marrow. Yun Qianmo rubbed her heavy eyes reluctantly and slowly got up.

She fixed her eyes on the high seat in front of her, a young man about twenty years old, with white hair hanging down his shoulders, wearing a black ribbed robe, with one hand on his knee, leaning lazily on the jade throne.

The ruffian sitting posture sets off his three-dimensional facial features with a touch of evil charm, even if he doesn't show any expression on his face, he still looks very eye-catching.

I have to admit that this man is still a little bit "beautiful", but compared with Feng Luochen, he is still much worse.

Yun Qianmo looked at the man and was stunned for a while, until she heard a magnetic voice penetrate her eardrums: "What kind of eyes are you?"

Even if this Wang Sheng is a little more handsome, you won't be obsessed with this look, right? ”

After a long time, she took her eyes away unresponsively and looked at the man in front of her, her expression couldn't help but show a little disdain; Where did this man get his confidence?

His face is at best passable, and it would be an exaggeration to describe it as obsession.

Especially after getting to know high-value beautiful men like Feng Luochen and Mo Qing, in comparison, it makes people feel even more aesthetically fatigued.

The man who claimed to be the king on the high seat, because he never received a reply from her, walked straight over.

The tall and straight figure of the man approached in an orderly manner, and a cold aura followed. He faced Yun Qianmo, his expression full of exploration.

After a long time, he spoke, "You... Not afraid of me? ”

When Yun Qianmo heard this, she looked at the man with disdain and asked, "Should I be afraid of you?" ”

Not to mention that he made an illusory place like this, even if he was really the ghost king of the underworld, Yun Qianmo might not be afraid.

Since leaving the gate of Xuantian Sect, what hasn't she experienced along the way? She has long been numb to the word fear.

The man seemed to encounter a human reacting to him for the first time, and then took two steps closer, with only a few inches between them.

His face was slightly tilted, and he casually pulled up an arc, and a wicked smile couldn't help but appear between his eyebrows: "For your sake, this king will make an exception to make you a concubine, how about it?" ”

“…”

Hearing this, Yun Qianmo was immediately stunned, and he didn't know how to phrase it. Later, she finally reacted from a moment of silence and understood the meaning of his words.

However, listening to the tone, he should be a person of some status, otherwise, he would not have left "this king" in three sentences.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested, you better go find someone else!" Yun Qianmo decisively refused.

After the man was rejected, anger arose spontaneously on his face, and he suddenly and fiercely grabbed the clothes on Yun Qianmo's neck and shouted: "Human, I advise you to weigh it clearly before speaking.

Don't try to challenge the king's bottom line, otherwise, you can't afford the consequences! ”