The waves were surging, and only then did he see that the Tiangong Tower was in a mess in the roar of the sea, and the guards and attendants turned into black porcelain turned into broken porcelain.

He was terrified and prepared to flee.

Nangong Wan blocked his way, and Yan Ge took advantage of the situation to catch up, entangled him with spiritual power, and pulled him to his side.

Porcelain Shadow reacted extremely quickly, and took a step to choke Yan Ge's throat before he could do anything to him.

He remembered the flowers he had heard in the Deserted Tower.

As long as he turns Yan Ge back to his true form, he can smash her and shape his immortal body with white porcelain shards.

At this time, he felt the blood in his body surge, and his heartbeat was so crazy that he was suffocating.

He wanted to grab Yange's throat and make her change back to her true self, but ......

In the end, I still can't get started.

He landed on Yan Ge's chest, and Yan Ge flew out sideways and fell to the ground.

When the porcelain shadow turned around, he bumped into the illusion of a snow-capped mountain that Nangong Wan had turned into with the broken porcelain in his hand.

As soon as he entered, Nangong Wan also jumped into it.

"Anan!" The porcelain shadow was about to catch up, but the illusion was closed.

She muttered in trepidation, "This is the vision he has conjured up when he activates this porcelain statue of himself, either he will be trapped forever in the porcelain shadow, or he will ...... The porcelain shattered and died. ”

Even if it is the former, it will take thousands of years, or even tens of thousands, of years to trap the porcelain shadow of the unphased law.

Yan Ge's eyes were red again and again.

"Anan ......"

In the midst of the illusion, after dozens of rounds, the porcelain shadow had already seen the strangeness of this illusion.

"Nangong Wan, don't do any more fearless struggles, you trap me with yourself, how long can you trap me?"

Nangong said lately: "You can be sleepy for as long as you can." Even if it's 10,000 years, I won't stop. ”

Porcelain Shadow sighed, "No one has ever wanted to stay with me so much for 10,000 years." Are you willing, I am unwilling, when I break this porcelain, everything will be over, and you Nangong will definitely die! ”

The phaseless method is always very easy to use, even if it fails a few times, as long as you succeed in condensing the magic circle, you can hurt Nangong Wan.

Seeing Nangong Wan lying on his knees with a serious injury, Porcelain Shadow was very satisfied.

"You are willing to be tortured by me for 10,000 years? Lord Lingzun? ”

Nangong Wan's body was full of golden light, and she ran towards the porcelain shadow without hesitation.

The porcelain shadow whipped him with a cloud of purple and black smoke, causing shocking scars to appear on his body, and he didn't stop.

Seeing that he was only a few zhang away from the porcelain shadow, Nangong Wan suddenly transformed into a phantom and surrounded him.

Porcelain Shadow looked at the phantom around him and sneered, "I've seen enough of this kind of trick a long time ago." ”

He continued to attack with the power of black porcelain, killing one phantom after another.

When it was the last one's turn, he smiled.

"Lord Lingzun, it's your turn!"

He wanted to send Lingzun on the road, and poured all the black porcelain power he could drive into the magic circle.

The magic circle hit Nangong Wan impartially, causing him to fly out sideways, lying on the ground dying.

He wanted to laugh twice, but his chest hurt like it was about to crack.

Looking down, I can't believe my eyes!

A dagger pierced his chest, and blood gushed out, staining a large patch of his clothes red.

The small injury actually made him weak and fell to the ground.

He covered his chest to keep the blood from flowing so fast, only to find that it didn't help.

The illusion faded, and his blood stained the bluestone floor of the Tiangong Tower.

Nangong Wan dragged his seriously injured body and walked over.

"You have driven the power of black porcelain for more than a thousand years, and you have almost forgotten that you are just an ordinary flesh-and-blood person, and the way to deal with them is also useful to you."

The power of black porcelain and spiritual porcelain is not enough to hurt the root of the porcelain shadow. However, this most direct way will cost him his life.

"Impossible!" Porcelain Shadow's bloodless lips moved.

He was not reconciled!

It's not the first time he's been injured, and it's not the first time he's been injured by a dagger, why was he okay before, but this time he felt like his body was going straight to the Hades Palace.

He suddenly remembered that before Nangong Wan injured him with a dagger, he poured all the power of black porcelain into the magic circle.

At that time, he was no different from ordinary people!

He's fooled!

Porcelain Shadow tried to drive the power of black porcelain, but found that the magic circle had been controlled by Nangong Wan.

He looked around, and there was a sign of decay!

His heavenly palace tower, all his scenery, all his power, have collapsed and decayed!

The moment he collapsed and closed his eyes, everything was gone, including the resentment and hatred for his father and brother that he still can't let go.

Yan Ge ran to Nangong Wan and helped him.

"How are you?"

Having lost again and again, she really didn't want to be separated from him again, and she never wanted to be separated again.

Nangong Wan sucked all the power of black porcelain into the broken porcelain, and put the broken porcelain in the palm of his hand, allowing him to merge into his body.

"After a while, all of this will be purified."

Seeing that he was fine, Yan Ge finally felt at ease.

She asked uneasily, "Will it appear in the future?" ”

Nangong Wan shook her head, "No." ”

The source of the living water of the power of black porcelain is the dark night, and when the dark night dies, the black pool is completely depleted, and even if more puppets are refined in the Tiangong Tower, it will not help.

The porcelain shadow killed the dark night and plundered the power of the black porcelain, and only then did it become stronger for a while.

Tiangonglou fell in front of everyone, and the dust rose everywhere, and it didn't take long for a long time to disperse like a cloud.

Since then, there is no Tiangong Tower in the world.

"I'll pick you up." Nangong Wan took Yan Ge's hand and headed towards the Thousand Porcelain Workshop.

As soon as he turned around, Yan Ge saw that there was a mighty procession, each dressed in festive red.

The ten miles of red makeup have been spread to the Thousand Porcelain Workshop.

"What is this?" Yan Ge's face was covered with blushing clouds.

The corners of Nangong Wan's mouth hooked up with a smile, "We can't get married here, right?" ”

At this time, he is not like the silent Lord Lingzun, but the Nangong who is arrogant and self-contained on the surface, but will secretly amuse and make the owner happy.

No matter which one he is, he likes it.

It turns out that the loved one, no matter what it becomes, will still fall in love again and again when they meet again.

The sky of Qiancifang was covered with red glow, pink petals flew in the wind, and at the end of ten miles of red makeup was the Lingzun dormitory that Yan Ge had taken the opportunity to peek at once.

Now, she is dressed in a wedding dress and is welcomed here with dignity, just like a dream.

The Thousand Porcelain Workshop was lively in the mellow smell of wine and the faint sweet fragrance of flowers, and it was not quiet until the early morning.

In the smoke and clouds of the weak water spirit pool, Yan Ge lay on the edge and slept soundly.

I've been nervous for so long, I've been worried for so long, Chaos has been flustered for so long, and now it's finally back, back to him, and finally able to rest in peace.

It was as if she hadn't slept enough, her breath was even, and there was no sign of waking up.

Nangong Wan, who was guarding the side, stared at her quiet appearance, and her heart was never more steady.

The soft morning glow envelops the entire Thousand Porcelain Workshop, and it is like a temple hidden in the clouds, just like the beginning.