Huangba Six Realms: The Shocking Concubine of Time Travel

She suddenly grabbed the high priest: "Is this the end of the catastrophe?"

The high priest was shocked by her, and immediately said: "Yes, after the baptism of ninety-nine and eight red catastrophes, the sky seal will be branded on the king's body, and the catastrophe will be completed. www>

"It's just like that?" Feng Zhuoxi's tone was severe.

"Of course, otherwise what else?" The high priest asked puzzled.

"Except for the red catastrophe, nothing else will come out of the sky!" Feng Zhuoxi's voice became more and more severe. [

The high priest was stunned, and looked towards the sky amidst the rumbling thunder: "Could there be something else that day?"

Feng Zhuoxi looked at Mu Jiu, Mu Jiu nodded, and said: "That's right, there is really something on it, I'm afraid it will come down after a while. Hmm... I seem to be familiar with this breath... "

Feng Zhuoxi frowned: "Are you familiar? Is Changle in danger?"

Mu Jiu also frowned: "I don't know...it's hard to say..."

Feng Zhuoxi was shocked, even Mu Jiu said that, so Changle might be in danger.

At this time, the high priest also realized that something was wrong. While counting the number of big red lightning strikes in his mouth, there were flashes of worry in his eyes.

"Twenty, 21, 22..."

Feng Zhuoxi looked at the sky above without blinking, not knowing when the Nine Heavens Spirit Sword was already in her hand.

Mu Jiu stood in front of her, with a naughty smile on her face: "Lady, if something really comes down there later, you must not be impulsive, everything will be done for you. You just follow behind your husband."

Just as Feng Zhuoxi was about to speak, Mu Jiu added, "What I said is true."

Feng Zhuoxi nodded: "Okay, I understand."

The catastrophe is still in progress, because the shock of the catastrophe cannot be resisted, there are fewer and fewer people watching.

The counting voice of the high priest became more and more unclear, and he was very anxious, worrying about Changle's body and the situation above.

But there was a glaring light on the Wanqiong stage, no one could clearly see Changle's situation.

Only by feeling, Feng Zhuoxi realized that nothing happened to Changle and was suffering from the catastrophe.

Nine nine 81 red lightning strikes, the high priest counted until his throat became dry and his legs became weak. Finally, amidst the smog, the catastrophe ended.

The high priest flew up desperately, but was overtaken by Feng Zhuoxi and Mu Jiu.

Chang Le lay limply on the ground, his whole body was soaked in sweat, water could almost be squeezed out of his white robe.

Feng Zhuoxi picked him up, turned over, and tried his breath. [

"Huh—" She let out a long breath of relief: "It's okay, I just passed out."

Chang Le's face was pale and pale, her lips lacked a trace of blood, but her heartbeat was still stable, and her meridians were not out of order.

The high priest rushed over, ripped off Chang Le's shirt, and startled Baili Yue and others who were flying up one after another.

On the left upper part of Changle's crystal-like jade chest, there appeared a brand like a lotus flower. The brand was not big, only two inches square, and the color was bright red.

The high priest exclaimed and said, "This... this is unbelievable... Oh my god! It's actually a lotus brand!"

"What's the difference?" Feng Zhuoxi asked.