First-class queen: woman, don't be too arrogant

Chapter 670
Wuji Mountain is surrounded by clouds and fog all year round.

That's pretty much where the gods live.

Now, with the coming of early winter, the world is shrouded in white mist.

From a distance, it looks like an illusion.

Vast and holy, the heaven and the earth are big.

In this holiness, Wuji Mountain was quiet.

It was an oppressive silence.

The young master of the black hell was captured.

It stands to reason that they should be very happy.

However, thinking of the price paid for this result.

As long as the disciples of Wuji Mountain understand it, they will not be happy.

Because, they lost their elder brother.

And this reason... don't mention it.

And in order to cover up this dead silence, all the disciples of Wuji Mountain are very busy now.

With Disha here, how could the black hell stop.

They are ashamed of Emperor Mu, but they are not ashamed of Black Hell.

Wuji Mountain, which is smoky and holy all year round, is now filled with a bit of smoke and fire.

In the aura of fireworks, under the Black Rock Peak, Disha was wounded all over, and fell high on the nine-wheel fire plate.

The nine-wheel fire plate gathers the natural fire of heaven and earth.

Nine kinds of mortal fires are intertwined, and their power superimposes, almost destroying the world.

Although it is not as good as the fire that Fengyun once met, it is not much inferior.

That is a scorching flame that can melt people's souls.

Disha had his hands tied behind his back and was hung above the nine flames.

In the wounds on his body after being whipped, drop by drop of blood, surrounded by the nine kinds of flames and baking, dripped continuously.

Emperor Sha is the body of the source of darkness in the black hell.

Ordinary injuries and criminal laws can't touch him at all.

And only this nine-color fire, which is specially aimed at the black hell, can consume his true energy.

The drops that were burnt out from Di Sha's body were not blood.

It was Di Sha's life.

Disha stood in the flames with a pale face.

But the brows, the corners of the eyes, and the complexion revealed endless irony and arrogance.

That contemptuous gaze swept over Yan Luo who was standing not far away.

No need for any words, already endless rampant and publicity.

Not far away, Yan Luo saw this, a trace of deep disgust flashed between his brows.

(End of this chapter)