Chapter 2145
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In the next second, a special fragrance slowly spread in the air. She only took one breath and felt her head become heavy.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in the Myriad Demons Mirror.
She was dressed in red silk brocade and walked step by step towards the most respected man in the Myriad Demons Mirror. He had a head of silver hair and a face that looked like it was carved out of the best jade by the heavens. He had a pair of rare azure eyes that shone with a dazzling light.
Ye Xuanji reached out to her while his other hand gently wrapped around her waist.
Everyone cheered and raised their cups to celebrate the fact that she had married him.
The night was silent. They tossed and turned, hugged and kissed each other.
Everything seemed so beautiful. The next year, they had a child. A divine light descended from the heavens.
He was born with divine power and two types of divine power. One came from the gods and the other from the demons.
"Qingqing, it's a boy."
"Mm, let me see."
"He's so beautiful. He really looks like you!"
"How can you describe a boy as beautiful!"
"Then what do you think he should be called?"
"Name?" She froze and answered without hesitation, "How about Nian An?"
In that instant, her entire body trembled and her heart beat wildly. Her originally heavy mind gradually cleared up.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in the sixth floor of the Soul-Devouring Pagoda.
The scholar standing in front of her looked at her in disbelief and exclaimed, "How is that possible? How could you leave the illusion I set up so quickly? "
"Heh heh —" In the next second, she laughed coldly. A sharp light flashed in her eyes as she looked at him and said, "Cultivators are so troublesome. They don't dare to fight head-on and only like to set up illusions like this."
If it wasn't for the fact that the two words "Nian An" held an incomparably important position in her heart, she might not have been able to leave so quickly.
It was even possible that … she wouldn't have been able to leave …
"Interesting. Then let's fight!" In the blink of an eye, the scholar raised the fan in his hand and attacked her without any hesitation. Luo Qing Chen slightly knit her brows and easily jumped back to dodge his attack.
In the next second, when she picked up the Phoenix Dance Sword again, she found that her breathing had become especially rapid and her head was heavy again. Damn it.
There must be something wrong with this flower fragrance!
"Despicable!" Luo Qingchen clenched her teeth. She was practically fighting with her life on the line.
The scholar did not expect Luo Qingchen to be so fast. By the time he reacted, the Phoenix Dance Sword was already at his throat.
"Pfff —" Luo Qingchen clutched her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
She knew very well in her heart that the longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for her. Thus, she could only use this method of killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of her own to quickly finish off her opponent.
"Amazing, truly amazing!" The scholar's eyes turned cold. His body kept emitting black gas. He looked at her and said, "But you're still going to lose because you didn't kill me in one move."
In a battle between experts, if one didn't quickly kill the other while holding the advantage, it was very likely that the situation would turn around and one would be killed by the other.
Thus, a soft-hearted person did not have the qualifications to become a king.
"It's not that I don't want to kill you, but Xing Tong wants me to pass on a message to you," Luo Qingchen's eyes were indifferent as she looked at him coldly and said, "She said she's coming."
In that instant, the black gas on the scholar's body disappeared and he fell into a state of shock.
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