Dressed as a villain: I rely on an iron pot to revive the world of immortals!

Chapter 460

"Brother, don't be afraid. Even if I give them a chance, they won't be able to take me away from you." Chu Wuxin said, holding Chu Wuyi's arm with one hand, and putting the other on his shoulder. All flashed.

After she finished speaking, the black energy around the two of them seemed to be more joyful, and Cen Lizhui inexplicably felt an emotion on Chu Wuyi's body being absorbed by the black energy.

This may be the ability that Hei Qi has newly realized during the period of time in Chu Wuxin's body. It seems that it is no longer limited to the single energy of the demon, as if the dark side of the human heart can make it more plump.

Maybe, this is also the reason why the black air lingering around has a stronger influence on the cultivators this time, right?

Chen Muxue suddenly felt a sharp pain in her mind, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice roared in her mind: "Why can't I get out?! Damn it! The altar, that's my altar, why is it like this?!"

Chen Muxue covered her head.

Sensing her strangeness, Cen Li was the first to turn around and support her: "What's wrong with you?"

"The other person... She seems to be unable to come out as before because of the god statue on the underground altar... She is messing around in my mind!" Chen Muxue covered her head in pain, and her whole body began to tremble.

The two people here are obviously in a hurry. This is the first time they have seen this situation, and they feel helpless.

Both Lin Qing and Cen Lizhui tried to use spiritual power to relieve Chen Muxue's pain, but due to Chu Wuxin's existence, whenever he used the spiritual power, the black air would entangle him like a wild dog smelling fishy, ​​and even wanted to follow the spirit power. The trend of force entering Chen Muxue's body made the two of them stop trying.

Chu Wuyi hesitated: "Sister...she helped us..."

"We are helpless." There was an innocence in Chu Wuxin's voice, but the black energy was always waiting to invade the bodies of the three people on the opposite side.

"This is my body! You are a thief, you stole my body! Give it back to me!" roared the voice in my head.

I don't know if it was because of the pain or because of the voice, Chen Muxue frowned, and as the bean-sized drops of sweat slid off her forehead, some images appeared in her mind.

In a room that the present Chen Muxue had never been to, she sat up and moved her limbs, as if feeling some kind of new life...

Xiaohua, who had just grown up, was holding a bowl of medicine that looked bitter, and the medicine was still steaming. She moved it carefully, and seeing Chen Muxue who was moving freely, her eyes were filled with surprise: "Master! You finally Well! It seems that this medicine is working, you—”

"Go away!" Chen Muxue in the picture showed unusual violence, she waved her sleeve, and the hot soup was overturned, part of it fell on Xiaohua's hand, and her white hand was instantly scorched red.

For some reason, an inexplicable regret spread from the bottom of her heart, Chen Muxue was puzzled, could it be the emotion of the original owner?
"Damn it! You bunch of ants! Ants dare to steal my body! This is my body!" The voice in her head was still cursing discordantly, but Chen Muxue always felt that the original owner's body seemed to disagree with this. sound.

Chen Muxue suddenly had a very bold guess. She secretly sensed every inch of flesh and blood in her body, and suddenly her mind became much clearer.

"Jiuyou, you have fallen to such a point, parasitic on the little girl?"

(End of this chapter)