In just such a little time, the black blade caught up with the spiritual power of Qingji, and "died together" with it. With-Dream- . lā ．

The two different spiritual powers collided, and the waves of qi pushed Bai Xiaochang even further, leaving only blood marks all over the ground.

Qingji, who didn't seem to have reacted to what was happening, looked a little dull, and when he felt another dangerous aura approaching, it was too late.

He was surrounded by dozens of black blades of Demon Yin, and almost in an instant, Qingji turned into a bloody person, which was even more miserable than Bai Xiaochang's situation.

Qingji, who wanted to fight back, had just condensed a sword, and a spear suddenly appeared in the faint black spiritual power left by the black blade, and the purple-black spear was like a broken bamboo, and the black spiritual power around it gave way to it.

The second he felt the suffocating breath on the spear, Qingji screamed in pain, "No! ”

The mist formed by the black spiritual power drifted away, and Demon Yin stood in the air with a purple-black spear in his hand, looking down on his world that had been destroyed into ruins.

Blood fell down the spear's words, and with a "click" it dripped next to a blood stain.

Demon Yin's eyes lit up, and he flew towards Bai Xiaochang, who was not moving.

Just standing next to Bai Xiaochang, he only felt that the wound on his chest suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his brain seemed to be pricked by a needle, the picture in front of him became blurry and gray, and he fell down before he could stick the gun on the ground to support himself.

…

When the magic sound woke up, he was now in the dungeon of the dormitory.

The light from the stone illuminated the dungeon, and he got up, only to find himself not lying on the bed, but on the ground.

How did he remember that there was a bed in the dungeon, and it was not small?

Looking around the underground palace, there was a person lying on the bed carved from the spirit jade, but there were white bandages on his hands and face, so he couldn't be sure who it was.

But the figure was very familiar.

His eyes moved to the table and chair next to him, and he saw a bow placed on the table, shining strangely in the light of the fluorite.

Only then did he identify the person on the bed.

But, who brought them to the underground palace?

With a few "clicks", the door of the dungeon was opened, and I saw a petite girl in white coming in with a medicine cup. ”

Demon Yin immediately heard Fengya's footsteps, and sat down obediently before she could speak, "Ya." ”

Under Fengya's careful service, Moyin poured the whole cup of medicine into his stomach, although the medicine was really bitter, but Moyin felt sweet in his heart.

"Ya, did you bring us to the dungeon? How did you bring us in? "In the entire Demon Palace, only he and Fengya know the location of the underground palace and the method of opening it, he just makes sure again.

But a fragile soul body, Bai Xiaochang is so thin and weak, how did she bring him in, a tall man?

You must know that the place where he fainted is still a long way from the underground palace.

Feng Ya packed up the medicine cup, and while helping Moyin change the medicine, she replied: "The entire dormitory has almost been bulldozed, so I have to bring you here." And it's not just me who does it, and ......"

There was a sudden groan and groan on the side of the jade bed, and I saw Bai Xiaochang, who was wrapped in a bandage, raise his hand, and then put it down helplessly.

Feng Ya's words were interrupted, and she hurriedly helped Demon Yin wrap the bandage, and ran over, "You woke up, how do you feel?" ”

Bai Xiaochang's mouth opened, but she felt that her throat was unusually dry, she turned her head and wanted to say something to Fengya, but her eyes suddenly widened, revealing a trace of surprise.

"What's wrong?" The elegance is unknown.

Mo Yin followed Bai Xiaochang's gaze to the door, and a flash of surprise flashed in his dark eyes, "It's you?" ”