"Nima is hurting to death, can't these stones grow normally?" Xiao Hei stuck out his tongue and licked the wound on his arm, and scolded loudly, stretching out his foot to kick a stone in front of him by the way.

"Ye rub!" As soon as it was kicked over, its entire soles were poked out.

The little black tears that hurt suddenly flowed, this place, what the hell, its skin is rough and thick, it can be scratched so easily, it's really unreasonable!

Everyone was speechless at this bald monkey, so jumping, it deserved to be rowed.

It's just that Fusang, who was walking in the front, smelled the smell of blood on Xiao Hei's body, and coughed twice inexplicably, he frowned, and seemed to dislike this smell very much.

Turning his head, he glanced at Xiao Hei.

At that glance, Xiao Hei's heart was inexplicably frightened, and the blood of the Netherworld Wolf Demon Beast in his body couldn't help but boil again.

It found that it couldn't get too close to the silver-haired man, and if it was too close, the blood would boil, which made Xiao Hei very crazy.

The group walked on the winding stone road for an unknown amount of time, and the fog rose behind them, and where Huang Qingwan and his party walked, the fog would spread, as if swallowing the stone road behind them.

On both sides of the stone road, it was empty, looking down, it was pitch black, like an abyss, Feng Qiwu had been pulling Ji Xiaohu tightly, as if he was afraid that the little fox would fall.

Supreme Heavenly Palace, it looks very close, this road, it doesn't look far, I didn't expect that as soon as I walked, I walked for more than an hour,

It's like there's no end to the road.

At this time, in the Supreme Heavenly Palace, the person who had awakened was already standing in the center of the empty temple.

This heavenly palace that has been preserved since before antiquity is very complete, brick by brick, without the slightest damage, even if endless years have passed, there is still no trace of half a cent of time.

Only endless majestic, atmospheric.

At this time, in the palace, the man, dressed in a picturesque purple dress and full of long hair, fell to his ankles.

Just standing quietly like this, it's as if the whole world has become a better place.

Everything is still the same as it was a year ago.

Except that the half of the ghost face on his face, and the pair of eyes that should have been dark purple.

Once, half of the ghost face that Huang Qingwan and Emperor Wuxian had worked hard to do was gone, and in his beautiful eyes, now, there was a bloodthirsty dark red, the once dark purple, which was deeply hidden under the bloodthirsty color, just like everything about him was hidden.

His face, in the world, can never find a second one.

It's good to see, and people are willing to be obsessed with him to the point of falling.

Even if there is an infinite hell ahead, such a face, as long as you take a look, you will be content in this life.

How can someone, can, long, so good-looking?

At the feet, the cold marble, snow-white like mutton fat jade, and the delicate floor tiles, walking away according to the precise layout, present a gorgeous retro totem.

Like beasts, like birds, as if intertwined in a vibrant forest.

All around, there are cold tones, the walls are blue-gray, on it, carved one mural after another, very exquisite, but the age is too far away, the color is a little dull.

Overhead, there is a hollow mahogany ceiling, and on the ceiling, gorgeous flags hang down.