Qiu Chen snorted disdainfully: "By you? What else do you have to compete with the deity? ”

Xuan Yue smiled lightly.

"Okay, stop bickering." Di Canglan interrupted the tense momentum of the two people, and said to Qiu Chen: "You are injured, you must recover as soon as possible." Shifeng, Mo Qi, the two of you go to the Yanyan Prison to get the Demon Flame, Yunhua, you go down to rest, take care of your divine power, and in the Seven Star Dragon Descending Bureau after three days, you can't make a mistake. ”

Extraordinary times. The only thing everyone has to do is to preserve their strength.

The crowd departed.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhan Nantian and Xuanyue remained.

Emperor Canglan took out two pills and handed them to Zhan Nantian, "One of these two pills is the Yin Pill and the Great Returning Golden Pill, which can repair the injured soul. One is the Golden Soul Pill for cultivating the soul. Time is pressing, you have to improve your soul power within three days. ”

Then, with a flip of his palm, a ring appeared in the palm of his hand and was handed to Zhan Nantian, "The contents of this space ring may be useful to you." ”

Zhan Nantian looked at what Emperor Canglan handed over, frowned, and wanted to say something.

But at this moment, it is better to say that it is better to immediately cultivate the reality.

"Good. Thanks a lot. Taking the things that Emperor Canglan handed him, Zhan Nantian turned to his own cultivation space.

Xuan Yue squinted her eyes, stared at Emperor Canglan and said, "You are going to the Netherworld." "Hmm." Di Canglan waved his robe and disappeared in a cloud of purple light, leaving only one sentence: "Don't worry, Qiu Chen won't move you." ”

Xuan Yue chuckled and shook her head.

Of course he knew.

Even if Qiu Chen hates him again, he will not move him at this time.

……

Netherworld

After the battle, the Netherworld suffered numerous casualties and heavy losses.

The Netherworld was also seriously injured, and although it was not fatal, it was very weak, and he retreated to his own practice room to heal his wounds.

After Xing Ziyao learned that the Netherworld was seriously injured, he didn't know if it was out of worry or what. Hurry to meet the Netherworld.

But he was stopped by the protector of the netherworld.

With the help of Shifeng, Xing Ziyao's skill was restored to the seventh or eighth layer, where was his opponent in the Dharma Protector, and he slapped the Dharma Protector with one palm and broke into the practice room of the Netherworld.

The Netherworld is healing, and it can't be broken.

Knowing that Xing Ziyao had broken in, his heart was raised.

Did he take the opportunity to kill him?

Hehe.

He did it.

Definitely.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, and paid for the bitterness at the corners of his lips.

What else can you expect?

But the next moment, a warm current spread from his palm to his body.

He was taken aback.

How can it be?

Didn't he come to kill himself?

He didn't want to, rescue that woman?

Xing Ziyao sat in front of the Netherworld, and his ten fingers clasped the ten fingers of the Netherworld, mobilizing the spiritual power in his body to instill into the Netherworld's body to heal him.

The time of the half-pillar incense passed.

The pale and bloodless face of the Netherworld Evil gradually regained its blood color, and the internal injuries also slowly recovered, and when he opened his eyes from the pranayama, he saw that Xing Ziyao's face was pale, and his eyebrows and feathers were full of exhaustion, obviously very weak.

"Are you feeling better?" Seeing that the face of the Netherworld was ruddy, he opened his eyes and stared at himself, Xing Ziyao lowered his eyes and hurriedly withdrew his hands.

But the Netherworld Evil Clasped his ten fingers and didn't allow him to get out, and glared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Why? ”

Xing Ziyao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, oozing a touch of solemnity, "Let go." ”

The Netherworld was still staring at him, and asked repeatedly, "Why?" Why didn't you kill me while I was hurting? ”