"Ghost King, you're getting more and more incompetent!" The man's contemptuous and arrogant voice was very mellow, charming and natural, but it was full of monstrous cold and murderous intent.

"You..."Inexplicably, Bai Xian felt a chill down his spine.

The Ghost King...

He actually knew the ghost king's soul.

On her, there is the soul of the ghost king lodged.

Just when Bai Xian was stunned, a strong coercion suddenly approached in front of her, and the man's beautiful and delicate fingers gently drilled into her eyebrows, and she couldn't catch off guard.

The soul of the ghost king who resides in her soul is extracted.

The man's handsome and noble face made her pupils suddenly dilate violently.

Ye Yunjue hooked his lips slightly, Bo Liang looked at the bright soul in his palm with contempt.

"It's getting less and less productive." Indifferent mockery, full of chill.

The glowing soul roared, "Lord Yeyun! My ghost king and you don't share the sky! ”

Yeyun Jue didn't even bother to look at him, his palms closed slightly, and the bright soul suddenly turned into ashes.

The white immortal, who had lost the power of the ghost, at this moment, his face was pale and slumped on the ground, and the soul bell in his hand was useless.

Her face was as pale as death, her face was pale, and a pair of vicious apricot eyes stared faintly at the man who came like a god, and she said hoarsely: "You..."

Who exactly?

Yeyun Jue looked at all the arrogance, looking down at her like an ant, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the pupils of the glazed jade eyes crossed the meaning of slaughter.

The petite man in his arms turned into bursts of green smoke and disappeared.

And Bai Xian, the whole person seemed to have drained all his strength, and he lay on the ground weakly, embarrassed.

And the soul bell in front of her also disappeared with the powerful green smoke light.

She panicked and rummaged around, but was nowhere to be seen.

And her face, gradually, changed...

The burning sensation spread on her skin-shattered face, like a Gu worm burrowing into her skin, dense and painful.

The itching and pain gradually became hotter, so that she grabbed her face uncontrollably, kept scratching, kept scratching.

Sharp nails have torn their faces, bloody images.

The unbearable itching continued to spread, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't stand it.

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Nine Heavens Palace

Yeyun Jue took her back to the Nine Heavens Palace, and Leng Yu was already waiting aside.

She gently put down the pale little man and stared at Leng Yu coldly, "Don't do it yet?" ”

Leng Yu was a little helpless, he was summoned from afar, and it was this woman again?

He stepped forward to take a look, and in an instant, his whole body stiffened.

It's a teenager...

Could it be that Yeyun Jue...

His vague eyes glanced over lightly, and secretly said in his heart: It turns out that you are a broken sleeve.

He gently reached for the wrist covered with white veil, and his face immediately looked wrong, this was obviously a daughter's body.

He glanced at it again uncertainly, and some familiarity crossed through his mind as this beautiful young man.

In the next second, the young man who was sleeping comfortably suddenly opened his sharp eyes and stared at him directly.

"Why are you again?" She wrung her eyebrows!

This quack!

When Leng Yu heard this voice, he suddenly remembered that demonic voice.

Snatch his soul jade, the demon of the elixir!

The demon girl who also humiliated him severely.

Nangong Li waved his hand away and suddenly got up, but the hosta on the jade crown quietly fell off.

A burst of cloth hair suddenly fell apart.

A peerless beautiful little face suddenly appeared in front of him.

He breathed as he breathed, his eyes dilated in disbelief.

"You... Clown Eight Monsters? "He's staggered!

Why is it so beautiful?

Could it be that he was cured in Yaoling Prefecture?