Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 118
Yun Ya's desolate eyes fell on the Fuli Sword, and a blood-licking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Shen Zichu, you actually want to use blood to lure the Fuli Sword Spirit!"

Zichu was silent for a moment, agreeing with his words, and after the Floating Lijian absorbed her blood, the lingering light was even more intense.

In the thin frost, there seemed to be a few touches of blood, this time it was not Zichu who controlled Fuli Sword, but Fuli Sword brought her to Yunya's side.

Fulijian sword spirit is extremely bloodthirsty, when the sword spirit appears, Fulijian's divine power is greatly increased, but her blood will continue to drain, if the blood cannot be stopped earlier, she will wither like a flower.

At this moment, Yun Ya had released all the strength in his body, his eyes were closed and opened suddenly, those eyes had turned into two colors, palms turned into claws.

At the same time, all the monsters of the original monster clan were controlled into the air by him. He stretched out his tongue and licked his thin lips, all the monster power was absorbed into his body, and those monsters screamed miserably.

Seeing this, Zichu didn't dare to slack off, the blood-stained Fuli sword cut off the connection between the monsters and Yun Ya's body, and those monsters fell heavily to the ground, causing dust to scatter.

Yun Ya's eyes froze, looking at the menacing Fuli Sword, his eyes narrowed even more.

It seemed that he didn't pay attention to the Fuli Sword at all, a man and a monster fought in the air, and the monster clans who were watching all scattered at this moment.

Above the dark clouds, Emperor Mo Ze's expression became more and more unsightly, and even the corners of his clothes were wrinkled by him.

When he raised his eyes again, there was already a little bit of killing intent in his eyes, and he said to Siming Shenjun behind him, "Siming, after a stick of incense, if Zichu can't seal the dragon, it will be a catastrophe."

He could tell that Jiaolong's strength hadn't fully recovered, but Zichu was already no match for him with [-]% of his skill. If it wasn't for the Fuli Sword Spirit, Zichu would have died a long time ago, and now he could only fight against Jiaolong. It's just a tie.

Siming understood, and hurriedly sent a sound transmission to Shenlong above the clouds, telling the emperor's order.

Zichu spat out the hot blood from her throat, and as the blood disappeared violently, the Fuli Sword radiated even more, and she was also weak at this time, only supported by that obsession.

A thought suddenly flashed in her mind, regardless of the blood overflowing from the corner of her lips, she propped her body up with the sword, and said calmly, "Yunya, Jiaolong won't give you back after taking your body! He has been using it from beginning to end. you!

If the dragon takes your body, your soul will be excluded by him uncontrollably, just like garbage, you don't have a physical body, you will only be scattered! "

The light voice actually awakened a trace of Yunya's demon consciousness, and at this moment, one eye pupil of Yunya's body was red, and the other eye pupil was originally golden yellow, his lips moved together, and he said angrily, "Jiaolong, you lied to me! "

Jiaolong mobilized his powerful demon power and suppressed Yunya's awakened demon consciousness. The golden color of his other eye had disappeared. I made a wrong calculation, I took his body and never thought of giving it back.

So, do you still regret saving these two wolf-hearted things? "

Zichu frowned, and smiled miserably. His originally pale face became more transparent at this time, like a cicada that was about to fall off, but he still smiled wildly, "The gods will never regret it!"

(End of this chapter)