Chapter 871: Great, she is still alive

Ning Xuemo didn't know that the foods I ate in the past few days were rare and rare in the world that could quickly improve people's mental ability without harming the human body ...
However, if she is a waste material and her perception is not high, those medicines are useless.
Only the combination of the two can complement each other.
"No need to say anything else, Xuemo, do you want to worship this seat as a teacher?" Dizun stared at her.
"Of course I think!" Ning Xuemo answered without hesitation and paused: "But-according to regulations, you should be the strongest disciple, and I just lost ..." Thinking of this Ning Xuemo Make a fist, she definitely shouldn't lose ...
"No, you are not defeated." God Jiuli spit out a simple four words, and then said: "Let's go up!"
He hugged her and stood up, his body drifting upward like a cloud ...
Ning Xuemo fell in his arms, smelling the unique aroma on him, and suddenly felt extremely relieved.
It was only at this moment that she felt exhausted and sore all over, and had no strength at all.
He hugged Ning Xuemo as quickly as he could rise, but she couldn't feel a trace of cold wind in her arms. Obviously, he blocked the cold wind with his technique.
When he was about to fly to Xingyaotai, Ning Xuemo heard Feng Jiaxin's voice almost changed, "I won! I won!"
Ning Xuemo couldn't help looking at God Jiuli, who raised her hand and rubbed her heart: "Be obedient."
"Then you want to take the strongest as an apprentice?" Ning Xuemo couldn't help asking.
"Of course!" God Jiuli answered naturally. The effort of speaking, the two have already flew to Xingyaotai.
There is some confusion on the stage of Xingyao, Ji Yunhuang, Helian Xiao, and the five disciples of Emperor Zun ... These people are searching for the whereabouts of Ning Xuemo.
And Feng Jiaxin was already in a state of insanity like Fan Jinzhong lifted up, standing on the collapsed platform and smiling like a lunatic: "I won, I won! I want to become Emperor's disciple! I will be Emperor The only female disciple ... "
"No, you lost!" A voice suddenly sounded coldly, as cold as glacial snow, and instantly suppressed Feng Jiaxin's slightly sharp laughter.
Everyone looked at the sound, seeing Emperor Zun holding someone in the arms and rising from the cliff ...
"Visit the Emperor!" Everyone knelt down.
Ji Yunhuang was pulling the debris in the cracks. When he heard this, he looked up, not only saw the Emperor, but also Ning Xuemo in his arms ...
He is overjoyed! Jumping out of the crack, I forgot to even scratch the head of the ancestor, rejoicing: "Xue Mo!"
Great! She's fine! Great, she's alive!
When Ning Xuemo heard this shout, he couldn't help looking at Ji Yunhuang, and was startled!
Ji Yunhuang was standing there. His original white jade hands had cut through a lot of blood because of pulling the gravel and wood chips. The smooth hair was also a bit messy, and his robes were torn in many places, which was very different from his usual image!
God, but I did n’t see it for a while, how did he become this ghost?
Ning Xuemo had just glanced at Ji Yunhuang, and her head was turned slightly, letting her put a cheeky face on his chest, and she could no longer see the scene below.
Ji Yunhuang's voice was not small, everyone in the audience heard it.
It was just that his last note had just landed, and he noticed a pair of ice-cold eyes looking at him--