"The suffering I have endured today, one day... I want you to taste it too!"

Zhiyang's face was pale, and the blood in his eyes was frightening.

The roar in his mind became stronger and stronger, Zhiyang's body began to tremble, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, as if he felt that his body had quietly reached the air.

"Let me see, how different is this fox like you that makes him cherish it so much?"

Zhiyang, who was already unconscious, forced her eyes open, and her face gradually darkened. Anger burned in her body again. In order to stay awake, Zhiyang bit her tongue.

"Ying Su..."

The person in front of him was so familiar to him that he couldn't be more familiar with him. The little sparrow who was begging for a living by his side suddenly turned into the patriarch of the Feiling Tribe and the wife of Lord Luoyuan.

"A white fox, the same white fox as that bitch!"

Looking at Zhiyang in front of her, Yingsu's eyes showed a hint of madness and jealousy.

Zhiyang's body was hung in the air by her. Under the huge pressure, Zhiyang forced her brain to function.

At this moment, Zhiyang had only one thought in her mind - she must break through the seal in her body so that her internal power can freely circulate within her body.

Facing Ying Su made her thirst for power for the first time.

Not only does she long for power, but more importantly she cannot lose in front of Ying Su. Facing her enemies, she needs power and the ability to take revenge.

Yingsu squinted her eyes and looked at Zhiyang, purple light flashed, Yingsu appeared in front of Zhiyang, looked at Zhiyang quietly, her handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "You just look like her, you are just an insignificant person.

substitute."

"It's a pity that just because you look so much like her, you deserve to die too!"

Ying Su smiled slightly, and the murderous look in his eyes swept between the two of them.

The originally gentle and handsome female fairy's face was a little distorted at this moment, and the flames of jealousy in her eyes seemed to destroy the last trace of reason.

The hypocritical tenderness has long since disappeared, and all that remains is mad killing.

Zhiyang could not escape from Yingsu's lock. At this moment, she seemed to have a circle of iron chains tightly wrapped around her body. The more she struggled, the tighter the iron chains tied her body.

"Yingsu..."

Zhiyang forcibly mobilized the internal energy in her body and used all her strength to slowly spit out these two words.

The two words that fell in Ying Su's ears were like stones falling into the water, stirring up thousands of waves.

The hatred in his eyes instantly turned into panic, and he began to search desperately for the source of the sound, seeming to have forgotten the existence of Zhiyang in front of him.

"Are you... Zhiyang?"

A look of panic instantly swept over Ying Su's face. This voice, or Zhi Yang, was a thorn in her heart.

"Impossible!... That bitch is dead! Stop pretending to be a ghost here!"

His eyes returned to the little fox again. The original fear and jealousy had weakened a bit, but the confinement of Zhiyang still did not stop.

What to do now? Zhiyang's eyes met Yingsu in front of him.

In Zhiyang's eyes, coldness and calmness were intertwined, without any flinching.

Ying Su snorted coldly, slowly raised her right hand, and another stream of mana was directly injected into Zhiyang's body.

At this moment, the surrounding air is constantly squeezing, seeming to tear Zhiyang apart.

Boom—a roar like the creation of the world, a loud noise sounded at this moment.

Zhiyang's body was thrown to the ground like a duckweed swaying in the rain. At this moment, dust was flying between the two of them, and the originally lonely and quiet night instantly turned into a dusty moon.

Zhiyang's body was lying peacefully on the ground. In front of her was a chasm three meters wide, five meters deep, and a hundred meters long.

And this gap was created with her body.

The dust gradually dispersed, but Ying Su's eyes widened. The fox lying in the chasm was completely fine?

She couldn't believe how this fox did it. You know, this fox didn't have any internal strength, but he used all his strength to throw her to the ground. How could he be unhurt?

Ying Su frowned slightly and landed directly next to Zhiyang.

The purple light on her body exploded, turning into purple flames and rising up. The surging fairy magic aura broke out instantly, and the huge purple will-o'-the-wisp made the air distort. Purple light flashed in her right hand, and a sharp sword was tightly held in her hand.

As fast as lightning, the sword will pass through Zhiyang's body in the next second.

Swish——

The silver-white magic shield instantly rose up and directly wrapped Zhiyang inside.

"Luoyuan's Purple Cloud Cover! He even gave you this!"

"It seems that you must die today..."

The sword in Ying Su's hand moved slightly, turning into a purple fire-like lotus, burning quietly in her hand. The white face was reflected strangely by the purple flame, like a cold-faced Rakshasa in Fengdu City, eerie and terrifying.

With a flip of his right hand, the purple fire directly enveloped the purple light shield on Zhiyang's body. The flames continued to burn, devouring the immortal Ze on the purple light shield.

Zhiyang slowly opened his eyes. The huge impact just now did not kill Zhiyang. Although the injury was serious, it was far from fatal. But what matters now is that Yingsu's purple fire can continue to eat away at Luoyuan.

purple cloud cover.

How is this possible?

Looking at the picture in front of her, Zhiyang didn't believe it.

The Purple Cloud Shield has always been a life-saving magic technique developed by the gods. It can only be broken and cannot be cannibalized by others.

What's more, she is wearing Luo Yuan's Purple Cloud Shield. How can she, a small Earth Immortal Clan leader, break through it?

"Little fox, it's a pity that your life ends today..."

Ying Su smiled faintly, and as soon as she finished speaking, the purple cloud covering Zhi Yang's body disappeared instantly. The next moment, only two white fox claws were seen emerging from the gap, slowly crawling out towards the ground.

boom--

Another wisp of purple light flashed directly into Zhiyang's body. A figure flew into the sky and instantly fell from the sky. It fell heavily to the ground again, and the huge air wave exploded a huge crater on the ground.

The one who fell to the ground again was Zhiyang.

At this moment, her bones were broken, her meridians were ruptured, she had lost all her strength, and she was lying quietly in the pit.

But Zhiyang was a little happy at the moment. With this fall, the originally chaotic internal energy in his body calmed instantly, and the seal left by Luoyuan was also directly broken by this blow.

The blood spurting out of Zhiyang's mouth happened at the moment when the meridians were broken during the shock. Otherwise, if he had not had the internal strength to resist the blow just now, he would have been finished.

The surging purple light swept across the night sky again, and with the rising purple flame in her hand, Ying Su once again landed in front of Zhiyang. With a sneer on her lips, the flame in her hand kept approaching Zhiyang.

Compared with the last time, a trace of black-red mist shrouded Ying Su's flames, which seemed not to be the aura contained in her inner power.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame, you can only blame the Qingqiu Witch. You look so much like her..."

The next second, purple-black flames instantly poured into Zhiyang's body.

The internal organs seemed to be being eaten by countless poisonous insects, the whole body of the fox was burning in the scorching sun, and the sound of bone-eroding could almost be clearly heard in the ears.

ah--

Zhiyang's body was curled up on the ground, her expression was painful, and blood was flowing from her mouth. There was a look of death in her originally lively eyes.

The fox's body suddenly shook violently for a few times, and then there was no sound...

The night was dark, and the bright moon in the sky was not as white and pure as before. The faint purple-black color had somehow infiltrated the original white moonlight, and mysterious and ghostly colors shrouded the green hills.

The purple moon was in the sky, something that had never happened in Qingqiu for thousands of years. Suddenly, the clouds deepened, shrouding the purple moonlight in the clouds. After a while, the rain fell quietly, silently washing away the blood under the moon, as if together with

It's all the same as usual.

"Your Majesty, you are still injured. It is cold at night, so you should rest early."

It was pitch dark in the Qizhi Palace. Luo Yuan was wearing a white gauze robe, with long black hair hanging down. He was leaning on the bedside, looking at the rain outside unfathomably.

Weng Ji stood quietly behind Luo Yuan. On the tray in his hand was blood-stained gauze, which looked like it had just been replaced by Luo Yuan.

"She...is back?"

Luo Yuan's voice was hoarse, and loneliness and decadence were intertwined in his words, but it was impossible to tell what he was thinking now.

"His Royal Highness Yingsu has returned to Jiuchongtian..."

Before Weng Ji finished speaking, a strike had already fallen on Weng Ji. At this moment, Weng Ji just realized that what Luo Yuan was asking about was not Ying Su, but the little fox who ran out of the Qi Palace...

"The little fox hasn't been found yet. It's raining heavily outside. Yu Yan and the others will probably have to continue searching tomorrow."

Luo Yuan looked at Weng Ji uncertainly and said in a deep voice, "Where can you go in such a heavy rain? It's always been... what you hate the most is the rain?"

Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, Luoyuan once again fell into deep worry. Zhiyang's body has not recovered yet. Although the old injury has just healed, the internal energy in the body is still surging. If he does not regulate his breathing and rest well, he may explode at any time.

The possibility of death, especially today, makes me so angry...

Thinking of this, the frown that was originally frowning became a little more serious...

"If your Majesty is worried about the little fox's condition, you might as well use the seal inside her body to investigate."

Having been with Luo Yuan for a long time, Weng Ji can naturally figure out a thing or two about his heart.

Luo Yuan's face was still not very good, but he also made a gesture with his right hand, closed his eyes tightly, and secretly recited words in his mouth to activate the seal in Zhi Yang's body.

A spiritual thought flew out from Luo Yuan's eyebrows and quietly disappeared into the vast night sky.

This thought seemed to make Luo Yuan's face deepen, and layers of sweat appeared on his forehead. Upon closer inspection, the right hand holding the hand was trembling slightly, as if he was a little scared.

"not good!"

"Your Majesty! Protect your mind!"

Weng Ji, who sensed something was wrong, immediately injected his immortal power into Luo Yuan's body, trying to protect Luo Yuan's heart.

"Your Majesty, how come your internal strength is so weak..."
Chapter completed!