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

Chapter 51 Qinghong
The nine tails of the nine-tailed fox stretched out like vines, enveloping her together with the barrier, but the eyes saw the pure white light on Zichu's body condense, making it unable to open its eyes.

In that white light, endless coldness spread in Zichu's eyes, the sword in his hand scratched the ground, making a crisp sound, and walked towards Jiuwei step by step, the corner of his mouth seemed to be condensed with thousands of years of ice, soaring to the sky The flames illuminated the inside of the tower brightly, and she was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, her eyes full of arrogance that looked down on the world.

The sword firmly held several sword flowers in the air, and the sword energy was even fiercer. Nine-tailed eyes were full of horror, and his figure flashed. No matter how fast he moved, one of his tails was still cut off by Ling Yun's sword energy. , the tail twisted on the ground like a snake, but after a while, it was reduced to ashes by the flames burning all over Zichu's body.

"The fox in Qingqiu has nine tails, and if it breaks its nine tails, its spiritual power will be lost." Zi Chu said this sentence with his lips, and there was irony in his eyes.

The Nine-Tailed Fox looked at his own tail with resentment in his eyes, the Nine-Tailed Fox was finally cultivated!Sensing that Zichu concentrated all his spiritual power on the sword, he sneered, "Forget it, with your little spiritual power, even if you were allowed to go up, you wouldn't be able to pass Qinghong's layer..."

The snow-white figure turned into a wisp of white smoke and returned to the mural again, but the eyes of different colors turned into the same golden color at this time, and those eyes were full of deepness.

Zichu held on to his breath just now. At this time, the momentum had passed, and he finally couldn't help the fishy sweetness in his throat. Blood gushed out on the mural, but he saw the fox on the mural move to the side, which seemed very strange. Afraid of her blood.. .

She supported her body with her sword and went up to the eighth floor.

Different from the gloomy and coldness on the seventh floor, the eighth floor is now surrounded by intoxicating sandalwood fragrance. On one side of the desk, a man in Tsing Yi is writing with a brush, with silver hooks drawn on iron. Yes, looking at Zichu with cyan eyes, full of apology, "I have a visitor, Qinghong has neglected..."

Zichu paused in place, how could such a gentle and refined man be a monster, but then he thought of what the Nine-Tailed Fox said when he left, and he became defensive again, after all, if he was not careful, not only would she die , even Xiao Shu's soul will be refined... .

Qing Hong put all the fear in her eyes into her heart, and just smiled lightly, "That guy with nine tails is talking nonsense again..."

"I hope that it will be convenient for Mr. Zichu to go up." Zichu put away the sword in his hand, and his spiritual power returned to his body. At this moment, his weak body felt full again.

Qinghong had an amiable face, the brush in her hand was dangling, and a stool appeared behind Zichu, "Girl, please sit down." He watched her getting more and more familiar, but he couldn't describe the feeling of familiarity, as if tens of millions of years ago I have seen Zichu before.

Zichu was too scared to do it, she was afraid that the stool would suddenly turn into a big mouth and swallow her up, when he was hesitating, the gentle man said again, "Don't be afraid, girl, if I want to kill you, I'm just afraid You don't even have a soul left..."

It was only then that Zichu dared to sit down with confidence, but she was still a little uneasy. Why did her nervous legs go weak when she was seeing such a gentle man in front of her. "Sir...can you let me go up?" This feeling is really terrifying, it would be better if the man in front of her turned into a monster, so that she could fight him with all her strength.

(End of this chapter)