The incantation engraved on the Soul Mirror, the chanting is over.

The girl wearing a gorgeous one-shouldered, purple-red ghost cloud pattern flower skirt robe on the other side, mysterious and beautiful lying on the cold ground, black hair like a waterfall like the best satin, pale and stunning face began to quickly return to blood, as if about to wake up from a deep sleep, so that everyone around them waited and waited.

The sea of black lotus disappeared, and the huge black lotus body that enveloped the spirit was finally transformed into a palm-sized black lotus, overflowing with mysterious dark power, and the black lotus swirled in mid-air, wanting to sink into the center of the spirit's eyebrows.

But the black shadow, which was as fast as a ghost, broke everything, smashed through the rock wall, smashed the yellow dragon, flew hard, and grabbed the black lotus that wanted to be submerged in the heart of the soul with his bare hands in full view.

In an instant, except for Jiang Ziwen, the Undead Monarch and Ji Ruchen, everyone gasped and was dumbfounded!

"Donghuang Wuji!"

When not to come, but at this most critical time!

The visitor was covered in a black burqa and cloak, wearing a black iron mask and a hat behind the cloak.

At the moment when I firmly pinched the black lotus!

The black and purple mist that lingered in the Black Lotus Seat disappeared in an instant.

Donghuang Wuji turned his body steadily and landed on the ground, and just happened to fall in front of the side of the spirit who was still not awake and lying flat on the ground, facing the full vigilance of everyone around him, the attack posture, he ignored it, the pair of black and dark pupils, fascinated by the black lotus in his hand.

"I can feel the infinite power contained in this lotus......"

The moment the words fell, the black lotus seat where the black and purple light disappeared suddenly glowed with an evil and wanton black darkness, as if death had come, and disappeared suddenly, as if it had actively penetrated into the palm of the person holding it.

At this scene, Feng Jinxuan secretly screamed when he saw it, but he saw Jiang Ziwen not far away, standing still, watching coldly, looking at Donghuang Wuji's eyes...... As if sympathizing with him?

For a moment, the emperor wanted to snatch the black lotus back.

But he was amazed at Jiang Ziwen's unfathomable eyes, as if he was not worried that the black lotus seat would be possessed by another person, and then, he thought of something, and suddenly realized......

Usage rights?

He seemed to know something.

Ah Luo regained consciousness at the moment when the black lotus disappeared, and was shocked to find that Donghuang Wuji had snatched Anai's black lotus, and wanted to rush up and fight with Donghuang Wuji with his small fist, but was stopped by Feng Jinxuan.

"What are you doing, Ah Xuan! Anai's flower flower was robbed! "Aluo doesn't follow.

"Shhh Feng Jinxuan squatted down, whispered in Ah Luo's ear, and turned his gaze to the beautiful figure behind Donghuang Wuji, who was still asleep.

Her fingers moved.

Her eyelids began to react.

She began to breathe, her heart beat.

She's about to wake up.

Shocked to find the girl in gorgeous clothes lying on the ground revived, Ah Luo covered her small mouth and shocked her face.

"Donghuang Wuji! That's my sister's stuff...... Do you want to ...... Dead? As soon as Lingyan saw the Eastern Emperor Wuji taking the lead, his magnificent purple eyes instantly contained terrifying killing intent, cold as snow, gritting his teeth, and just about to make a move, he was stopped by Jiang Ziwen.

"What are you doing?"

"......" Jiang Ziwen didn't speak, just glanced at the corpse coldly, dragged him to his side with one hand, and patted his head like a child, the intention was obvious, watch the play, don't do much.

And on the side, Gong Siyu, who returned to the real body, was as cold as a cold pool, gloomy as an abyss, at this moment, he was frowning, thinking about something, but he seemed to be troubled by other things, and at the moment when he realized that the girl in Chinese clothes lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes!

His pupils constricted, and his heart throbbed for a moment.

Then, he listened to Jiang Ziwen beside him, and said coldly in that cold and gloating tone: "Wake up, the show is about to start." ”

Does the "......" show mean that someone is going to suffer, or is he going to see his jokes?

Donghuang Wuji happened to be standing in the center of a circle of their group.

That is, in front of the treacherous body.

At the moment when the black lotus disappeared into his palm, he was surprised for a moment, looked at the back of his palm, and seemed to be unable to figure out the path of this black lotus. Or was it absorbed by him?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that the people around him didn't rush up for unknown reasons, as if they were waiting for something.

Unconsciously, he felt a strange chill behind him, rising from the soles of his feet to his back......

She woke up.

Gong Siyu couldn't believe it, he couldn't even blink his eyes, staring intently at the poisonous and cold figure who sat up elegantly.

She was barefoot, and her beautiful jade feet were half-covered by a gorgeous purple and red dress.

The cold white skin without powder is as beautiful as fairy jade.

The waist-length long hair like a waterfall was lazily draped behind her and in front of her like a picture scroll.

The beautiful side face of the soul is cold and shocking.

There is no hazy and hazy when I first woke up, and I don't know.

There is no weakness after sleeping, and the weak willow supports the wind.

She sat there for three seconds.

Then, the little face that was absolutely beautiful and poisonous turned gloomily and gloomily to face all of them.

The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, and the enchanting is peerless.

The tear mole in the corner of her eyes was cold and charming, and her slightly upturned apricot eyes against the purple and red ghost cloud pattern skirt robe seemed to be stained with a dark and cold, lining her demagogic eyes as cold as frost, deep as an abyss, and extremely vicious......

She slowly stood up.

There wasn't a sound, like a cat.

Then, Gong Siyu and Jiang Ziwen, all of them were shocked, their pupils dilated and looked behind Donghuang Wuji, who was still immersed in the joy of getting the black lotus, their lips hooked, their smile was cold, and the poisonous light was fully attached to Donghuang Wuji's ears, and his lips opened lightly, and he opened his mouth coldly with that bewildering voice-

"There is a price to be paid for stealing my things."

It is like ringing the death knell of death, as if announcing the end of life.

Behind Donghuang Wuji, the corner of his delicate lips outlined a strange arc, and his thick eyelashes like crow's feathers flickered.

When the words fell, her pupils without temperature, glanced at everyone in front of her, and finally, on the bodies of Jiang Ziwen, Liuyun and Ji Ruchen, she paused, and on the body of the corpse, she showed surprise, and the moment she saw the emperor, the temperature of her eyes suddenly dropped to freezing.

Feeling the eyes of his own woman looking at him, there was a momentum of second killing, Gong Siyu's heart suddenly cooled by half, severe pain, headache, heartache, he was uncomfortable.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

A certain extremely evil man, who had been immersed in joy and could not extricate himself, suddenly froze, and without warning, a black and terrifying smoke came out of his body, and this black mist, like a flame, began to burn his whole body.

He fell to his knees in pain, began to struggle, began to scream.

The black lotus that had submerged in his body detached from his body again, and then began to frantically absorb the essence of his spiritual power.

On the side, Jiang Ziwen, who was once the top boss of Donghuang Wuji, his cold eyes shrank suddenly, as if he had discovered something, and he revealed in a cold voice: "You are not Donghuang Wuji." ”