Chapter 937: Ghost Night Ji (2)
She looked up and saw that they were in a space cut off from the mountain.
The surroundings were very dark, and in the darkness, there were dots of fluorescence all over the place.
There was no sound in the place, and they could clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Zhi Xi had been following the remnant abyss in, and suddenly there was a faint blue light in front of him.
Zhixi's heart tightened, and his heartbeat gradually increased.
She didn't know why she was nervous.
As they got closer and closer, they saw that the faint blue light was a ball of light condensed by mana.
Inside the ball of light stood a woman.
The woman was very beautiful, with a small nose bridge and thin lips, as beautiful as cherry blossoms in March.
Her long hair fell out and fell behind her like a splash of ink.
Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and she was wearing a long crescent-colored skirt that set off her skin even more pale.
The faint blue light reflected on her face, falling one after another.
There was no demonic energy on her body, and at a glance, she felt that she was a goddess who had fallen from above the nine heavens.
Pure, white, and dusty, people are unconsciously ashamed of themselves.
The faint blue light reflected on her face, falling one after another.
Zhi Xi looked at the woman in front of him in a daze, and felt as if something had stumped it, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Her fingertips trembled unconsciously, and her breathing stagnated.
"Who is she?"
Zhi Xi turned her head to ask Remnant Yuan, her voice a little hoarse.
"Didn't you ask me to show you her?" said Remnant Abyss, softly.
Zhixi frowned and looked at the remnants of the abyss.
"The seventh hall lord of the demon world, the ghost night queen. ”
"Impossible!"
Zhi Xi almost subconsciously popped out these three words.
"How?"
"There is no demonic aura in her, only a holy aura. ”
"Didn't you have anything on you back then? After more than 2,000 years in the fairy world, haven't you been undiscovered?"
Remnant Yuan's rhetorical question made Zhixi unable to refute.
She turned her head in a daze and looked at the woman in the dark blue ball of light, she was so calm and serene.
There was no reason for her not to believe it.
It turned out that she was the Lord of the Seventh Temple, the Netherworld Ghost Night Hime.
Zhixi's fingers lightly rested on the ball of light, and his gaze fell on her body, and an indescribable emotion spread in her heart.
She scrutinized her face, every inch of her body.
Her appearance made Zhixi feel very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
But where? She couldn't remember.
Zhi Xi sighed faintly in her heart, she didn't expect that the ghost night girl would be such a peerless woman.
So holy, so noble.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She was seriously injured. The remnant eyelashes drooped slightly.
"Is it the wind and the sun?"
"Yes. ”
"There are really a lot of sins in the wind and the sun. Zhi Xi sneered.
"It's hard to write. ”
"Where is his real body?"
"Stop, Feng Blazing Sun is a demon that has lived for 100,000 years, and its roots are very deep, and it is not easy to pry. ”
"I know..."
"So you have to be patient. ”
"Good..."
A hint of heaviness flashed in Zhixi's eyes, and she only wished that she could tear the wind and the sun immediately.
But she really couldn't.
"Did you give her the glazed demon flower you robbed?"
"Yes. ”
After Remnant Yuan finished speaking, with a flick of his wrist, a glazed demon flower appeared in his palm.