It hurts!

This kind of electricity seems to be specially designed to punish the soul, and it feels like it can't kill her but doesn't let her go, just to make her suffer.

This torture drove her mad!

"Sneer—"

Just when she felt that her spirit body was about to collapse, she suddenly looked up and found that the four walls of the Yan Palace had suddenly cracked, and hot magma slowly flowed in from the crack!

But the white-light man disappeared, and the sound of repetition gradually dissipated.

What to do? What to do?! She doesn't want to be vaporized by the molten lava, wow!

I don't know how Jiang is, how is that body, how is little Venus...... And the beautiful man in this coffin, will they all turn into water vapor and disappear into heaven and earth?

Fiery molten slurry filled the palace and reddened her eyes.

I don't know if it's her delusion, this magma seems to be a conscious monster, with the purpose of devouring them.

Feng Zici looked at the man in the coffin who seemed to have fallen under the spell of sleep, and his eyes were full of tears: Who are you? Tell me, who are you......

She passed through the lid of the crystal coffin over and over again, replacing her shouting with her heart, asking the man's name, expecting him to feel something.

After all, she can't move or speak now, she can only believe in "telepathy".

Her tears flowed more and more, and the crystal clear soul tears fell to the lid of the coffin, but unfortunately they were ruthlessly evaporated by the hideous electricity.

Seeing the fiery magma approaching, she closed her eyes in despair: Who the hell are you......

At this time, the dense electricity on the crystal coffin seemed to respond to her, and all of them converged into a thread, violently piercing through her spirit body!

"Chirp—"

"Ahh

The electric explosion sounded at the same time as her screams, and the wind purple civet seemed to be about to be terminated, and the spirit gradually became transparent.

And she herself is on the verge of darkness, and her strong survival instinct makes her frantically spur her divine sense not to fall into the darkness.

"Boom-"

Her tenacious struggle seemed to have paid off, and with a sound similar to a balloon being punctured by a needle, her dark mind suddenly bloomed!

The bright starlight that emerged from the sea of consciousness drove out the darkness, and the starlight condensed into a bright picture on its own, which began to be a little blurry, and became clear as more and more starlight was derived.

She instinctively ran after these magical images, subconsciously feeling that she had to grasp them because they were important.

The Wind Purple Fox and those images generated in her sea of consciousness started a chase battle. She ran after it, as if she was deliberately teasing her, just not to let her catch it.

"How can it be!" She stomped her foot angrily, "You are not allowed to run what belongs to me!" ”

Yes, she clearly knows here that these images that don't want to be close to her should belong to the dusty memories in the depths of her soul.

will avoid her, perhaps because she does not currently have the ability to receive and digest them.

But she didn't care, she stubbornly wanted to catch them. She doesn't want to be a puppet who lets others manipulate her fate, and only by grasping these memories can she know the truth.

The purple fox flew up and rushed towards the frame closer to her at lightning speed, and the picture was too dodging to be pierced by her bravery.

Suddenly—she landed on a peak! The field of vision is open and boundless, as if it was the beginning of the primordial era, the sky is full of brilliance, and all things on the earth are glorious.

She was in an inexplicably happy mood, as if the way the world was the result of her hard work, and she was very satisfied with it.

She looked down on the people, was rendered by the scene of vitality, and began to dance.

Her dancing posture is magnificent, as if she can dance.