Chapter 962
Words:945Update:22/06/26 11:57:39
In the blink of an eye, Luo Qingchen was about to raise the Exquisite Ring to fight with the blood corpse.
Murong Ming pulled her behind him. His whole body was covered with blue and red light, and a black mark was torn between his eyebrows.
It was an ancient and mysterious mark …
He held the Death Scythe in his right hand. His eyes were as cold as water, but his hands were trembling slightly.
Whether it was a human or a ghost, once there was a weakness. In a battle of life and death, there would be worries.
"Murong Ming, seven hundred years of resentment, it's time to end it." The blood corpse once again turned into a red light, gathering the power of the blood of heaven and earth, and attacked in the direction of Murong Ming.
In an instant, Murong Ming's cold eyes narrowed, and he faced the light.
The originally bloody sky was like a meteor. Countless blue and red light streaked across, and the surrounding air suddenly dropped, filled with the smell of blood.
Until thousands of drops of blood fell from the sky, the blue and red light suddenly became blue, and the red light disappeared.
The blood corpse's crazy laughter vaguely came from the sky: "Hahaha, you think I lost. But you know very well who is the loser … … "
Then there was a loud sound, and this ten thousand years old blood corpse's soul scattered in the sky.
Luo Qingchen didn't know how Murong Ming did it. She only knew that his face was pale, but his left hand was quietly holding her, and his eyes were deeply staring at the life and death arena.
"Let's go back quickly … …" He slowly said, with a faint tremor in his voice. Holding her hand, they went back the way they came. Little did they know, everything was too late — —
The soul fragments of the ten thousand years old blood corpse were attached to the life and death arena. In less than a few seconds, a huge thunder and lightning struck down from the sky.
The whole "Nai" was firmly hit by the thunder and lightning, and instantly broke into two halves.
The life and death arena seemed to be awakened. Along with the flickering mark between Murong Ming's eyebrows, a violent wind blew one after another.
And such a terrible wind had a terrible suction force, and the target of the suction force was — —
Luo Qingchen.
Murong Ming's eyes trembled. Almost at this moment, he hugged Luo Qingchen tightly in his arms. His voice trembled beside her ear: "I beg you, don't …"
The seal, the tribulation, and the most important person.
How laughable. He should have known that everything was predestined.
From the moment she appeared, from the moment he didn't want to resist her.
He should have known that the human world, hell, and life and death arena would not let him off so easily.
Could he let go of the most important person in his heart that had been lonely for hundreds of years?
"I think I know why you haven't given me any favorable impression points …" Her brows moved slightly, and there was a faint Liguang in her eyes. However, there was an indescribable warmth in her heart.
It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't love her, but that he didn't dare to.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you." He buried his head in her neck, cold tears falling drop by drop.
He didn't want her to die. He would rather be banished to the eighteenth level of hell and never be able to rise again than for her to die.
"A hundred years in hell, a leap from the life and death arena." She pursed her lips and playfully teased him in his ear: "So this is the fate of being a sacrifice!"
"But … … but my bride!" Murong Ming hugged her tightly, and the suction force of the life and death arena became stronger.
He almost shouted himself hoarse, but he never thought that these few words would make her burst into tears in an instant.
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