Chapter 1129: She is the devil-like woman.

Chapter 1129, the woman like the devil is her.
The chanting of the spell engraved on the soul mirror was over.
Wearing a gorgeous shoulder-shouldered, purple-red ghost-moire pattern on the other side of the flower dress gown, the girl lies mysteriously and beautifully on the icy ground, her black hair is like a waterfall like the best silk, and her pale and stunning face is quickly recovering her blood, as if about to Wake up from a deep sleep, so everyone around will wait and see.
The sea of ​​black lotus has disappeared, and the huge black lotus body that envelops the spirit is finally transformed into a palm-sized black lotus, overflowing with mysterious and dark power. The black lotus spins in the air, and wants to sink into the spirit. Between the eyebrows.
But the ghostly black shadow broke everything, smashed into the rock wall, smashed into the yellow dragon, flying and struggling, under the eyes of everyone, with bare hands, grabbed the black rosette that wanted to submerge the spirit's eyebrows.
In an instant, except for Jiang Ziwen, Undead King and Ji Ruchen, everyone took a breath and was dumbfounded!
"East Emperor Wuji!"
When not to come, it happens at the most critical time!
The visitor was wrapped in a black cloak and cloak, wearing a black iron mask and a hat behind the cloak.
At the moment of firmly holding the black rosette!
The thick black and purple mist lingering on the black lotus disappeared instantly.
Donghuang Wuji steadily turned to the ground, and just happened to land on the side of the spirit that was still not awake, lying flat on the ground, facing the full guard of everyone around him, attacking posture, he ignored it, that pair of black ghosts His pupils stared fascinated at the black lotus in his hand.
"I can feel the infinite power contained in this rosette..."
When the words fell, the black rosette where the black and purple light disappeared suddenly and weirdly glowed with evil and wanton black dark light, like death, and disappeared suddenly, as if actively digging into the palm of the person holding it.
In this scene, Feng Jinxuan yelled badly when he saw him, but he saw Jiang Ziwen standing still not far away, watching him coldly. The eyes that looked at Donghuang Wuji... seemed to sympathize with him?
For a moment, Di Si wanted to the black lotus back.
But he suddenly noticed Jiang Ziwen's unpredictable eyes, and seemed not to worry that the black rosette would be occupied by another person. Then, what he thought of, suddenly realized...
Right to use?
He seems to know something.
A Luo regained consciousness when the black lotus disappeared, and was shocked that Donghuang Wuji had snatched Anai's black lotus. He grabbed a small fist and wanted to rush to fight Donghuang Wuji, but was stopped by Feng Jinxuan.
"Why A Xuan! Anai's flowers were robbed!" A Luo refused.
"Shhh, don't talk, look." Feng Jinxuan knelt down, whispered beside Aluo's ear, and turned his gaze to the beautiful figure behind Donghuang Wuji, who was still sleeping.
Her finger moved.
Her eyelids began to react.
She began to breathe and heartbeat.
She is about to wake up.
Amazed that the girl in Chinese clothes who was lying on the ground recovered, A Luo covered her small mouth and shocked her face.
"East Emperor Wuji! That's my sister's thing... Do you want to... die?" Lingshang saw Donghuang Wuji swiftly ascend first, and his magnificent purple eyes instantly implied a terrifying killing intent, as cold as snow, gritted his teeth, just about to prepare. When he shot, he was stopped by Jiang Ziwen.
"What are you doing?"
"..." Jiang Ziwen didn't say a word, just glanced at Ling Shang coldly, and suddenly dragged him to his side with one hand, and patted him on the head as if he were a child. The intention was obvious. Watching the show, don't be troublesome. .
On the side, returning to Gong Siyu behind Zhen, it was as cold as a cold pool and gloomy as a deep abyss. At this moment, his brows were frowned, and he figured out something, but he seemed to be troubled by other things again, and he was lying on his back in shock. The moment the girl in Chinese clothes opened her eyes!
His pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart throbbed for a moment.
Then, he listened to Jiang Ziwen next to him, and in that cold and gloating tone, he said coldly: "Wake up, the good show is about to play."
"..." Does this good show mean someone is going to suffer, or is he going to watch his jokes?
Donghuang Wuji unfortunately happened to be standing in the center of their group in a circle.
That is in front of Lingyu.
The moment the black lotus disappeared into his palm, he was surprised for a moment, and looked at the back of his palm, as if he couldn't figure out the way of this black lotus. Did he recognize the master? Still absorbed by him?
he does not know.
He only knew that the people around him didn't swarm up for unknown reasons, as if they were waiting for something.
Unconsciously, he felt a strange chill behind his feet, rising from the soles of his feet to his back in vain...
She woke up.
Gong Siyu couldn't believe it, he couldn't bear to blink his eyes, and stared at the poisonous figure who sat up elegantly.
She has bare feet, and her beautiful jade feet are half covered by a gorgeous purple dress robe.
The cold and white skin without Fendai is as beautiful as a fairy jade.
The long hair that reached her waist like a waterfall draped lazily behind and in front of her like a fine silk, like a scroll.
The side face of the beautiful ecstasy reveals a sense of cold, shocking people.
There is no haziness and ignorance at first awakening.
There is no weakness after a deep sleep, weak Liu Fufeng.
She sat there and held it for three seconds.
Then, that beautiful and poisonous little face turned around gloomily and faced them all.
Fragrant shoulders are half exposed, enchanting.
The mole at the corner of the eye is cold and charming, and her slightly upturned apricot eyes set against the purple-red ghost-moire skirt robe seems to be smeared with a dull and icy coldness, setting her bewitching enchanting eyes like frost. Deep as an abyss, extremely vicious...
She stood up slowly.
There was no sound, like a cat.
Then, Gong Siyu and Jiang Ziwen, all of them were shocked, their pupils dilated and looked behind Dong Huang Wuji, who was still immersed in the joy of getting the black lotus seat. The spirit curled his lips, the smile was cold, and the poisonous light was full of attachment. In Donghuang Wuji's ear, Zhu's lips lightly opened, and with that bewildering voice, he spoke coldly--
"Steal my things, there is a price to pay."
As if the death knell was sounded, as if it was announcing the end of life.
Behind Dong Huang Wuji, the corners of Ling's lips formed a strange curve, and his thick eyelashes fluttered like a feather.
When the words fell, she scanned everyone in front of her with her temperatureless pupils. In the end, she paused on Jiang Ziwen, Liuyun, and Ji Ruchen. On Lingshang's body, she was surprised. The moment she saw the Emperor , The temperature of the eyes suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Feeling the look of his woman looking at him, there is a momentum for a spike, Gong Siyu's heart suddenly chilled, severe pain, headache, heartache, he was uncomfortable.
Then, an incredible scene happened.
An extremely evil man who was immersed in joy and couldn't help himself, suddenly froze, and black and terrifying smoke came out of him without warning. The black mist, like a flame, began to burn his whole body. .
He knelt in pain, began to struggle, and began to roar.
The black lotus that was submerged in his body separated from his body again, and then began to frantically absorb his spiritual essence.
On the side, Jiang Ziwen, who was once the boss of Donghuang Wuji, his cold eyes shrank suddenly, as if he had discovered something, and the cold voice revealed: "You are not Donghuang Wuji."
(End of this chapter)