Originally, when he was in the Ghost Swamp, because the old man of Yaozun leaked the matter of the Nether Ghost Fire's spiritual intelligence, the Nether Ghost Fire Sudden Protection Mechanism began to be furious.

At that time, if it weren't for Ye Qiantong kicking Ziyan Shending to defend the Black Mist Lotus, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And Di Mingjue's surprise was that if he controlled the Netherworld Ghost Fire, in the process of saving people, her life and death would be completely in his hands!

Emperor Ming was absolutely surprised by Ye Qiantong's trust, and handed over his lifeline to others, isn't it the greatest trust?

He had thought that she had been on the lookout for him at every turn.

After all, for his stubbornness, soft grinding and hard bubbles, all kinds of pursuits and enthusiasm approaching, she is invulnerable, like the frozen world has never been pried.

At this moment, Di Ming is absolutely ecstatic, happy is her trust, on the stunning and soul-seducing handsome face, the rose-colored sexy thin lips evoke a bewitching and charming smile, and the eyes are swirling, evil and enchanting, upside down all beings.

Di Mingjue laughed a little silly.

It is unimaginable that the young emperor who makes people change color, the ferocious, ruthless, bloodthirsty and violent 10,000-year-old iceberg, will laugh like a fool.

Seeing this, the corners of Ye Qiantong's mouth twitched slightly, and she glared at him angrily.

"Let's get started."

As he spoke, Ye Qiantong stretched out his hand, and a cold wind suddenly swept through his delicate palm, and a black mist lotus shining with dark green light slowly appeared.

Suddenly, a manic and fiery aura was overwhelming, with the black mist lotus as the center, and the entire mausoleum instantly fell into a terrifying and hideous high temperature.

The heat in the air was rolling like a raging fire, which was irritating and frustrating.

It's just an instant, Ye Qiantong's whole person is sweaty, and his petite face is covered with sweat.

A touch of tenacious perseverance flashed between Ye Qiantong's eyebrows, urging the dantian spiritual power, slowly injecting into the black mist lotus and opening the connection.

Although this black mist lotus has been accidentally acquired by her, she has not yet made a contract.

As the so-called undercooked duck will always fly away, choosing to use the Nether Ghost Fire to treat it is really a helpless move, not only to guard against Xue Tianyan and Situ Jing's fierce eyes, but also to be wary of whether the Nether Ghost Fire will suddenly wake up in the process of saving people......

Without having time to think about it, Ye Qiantong held her breath and gathered all her attention, and after a while, the spiritual power of her fingertips seemed to pass through many obstacles, and her divine sense finally touched the black fire in the black mist lotus.

The spark of the Nether Fire!

"Bang!" At the moment of contact, Ye Qiantong's heart struck, and there was an instant darkness in his vision, and a hot gas like magma frantically attacked the limbs and hundreds of bones, and the eight veins of the strange meridians.

Every drop of blood and every nerve in the body was as frightening as if it had been burned by fire, and the huge pain instantly spread throughout the body, and the whole person seemed to be choked by the throat of death, and the little face wrinkled uncontrollably.

But she still insisted, bowed her head slightly, and delivered a message to Di Ming.

Di Ming's expression was constricted, her thick and burning palm was propped up seven inches of her spine, and a strong and domineering spiritual power was carefully diluted and slowly injected into Ye Qiantong's body.

Ye Qiantong, who was trying his best to control his mind, breathed a sigh of relief the moment he received the spiritual power.

The strange fire is worthy of being a different fire, just the breath of the fire gives people a strong shock that destroys the world and is terrifying.