A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 558 The Return of the King

"What are you laughing at? What are you still trying to play up?" Emperor Qingming couldn't help feeling guilty, and Lan Junque's various actions made him feel confused and unpredictable.

"You have no other choice but to go back with me." Suppressing his guilty conscience, Emperor Qingming continued.

However, Lan Junque was half lying on the ground, indifferent, with that weird smile on his face.

"The insane soul in the annihilation space, whose soul was injured by the Burning Soul Curse, staying here can only be the result of extinction. If you go back with me, there may be a glimmer of life." For some reason, Qing Ming Dijun was getting more and more guilty, and had to keep talking to calm himself down.

Sure enough, when Xiao Muli was mentioned, Lan Junque slowly raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "Will they let us be together again after we go back?"

However, blood clots continued to flow out mixed with the internal organs, and they couldn't be wiped clean.

Emperor Qingming was speechless. Indeed, after returning, what awaited them was the fate of being imprisoned, and it was impossible for them to be together again.

"If you want to live away, I'd rather die with her." After Lan Junque finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said nothing more.

He was not at all surprised that Emperor Qingming could find Xiao Muli's location, since he saw Emperor Qingming use the technique of spiritual eyes to find the corpses used for underground formations, he had already guessed this point, and started this series of plans.

"Even so, you have no other choice. You have to go back with me." Emperor Qingming shook his head and walked towards Lan Junque step by step.

Lan Junque's eyes were still closed, as if he didn't intend to resist anymore.

Everything seems to have settled down.

However, when Emperor Qingming was only ten feet away from Lan Junque, Lan Junque suddenly opened his eyes, and the smile on his face became brighter. At the same time, the space barrier behind him was suddenly blown by a huge Tear it apart!
"you sure?"

The three words are illusory, as if they came from ancient times, and they brought shocking tremors.

Lan Junque's body was immediately transferred to the Nine-Turn Conferred God Formation by a huge force.

The self-proclaimed world dimmed in an instant, and a large cloud of dark clouds poured in from the cracks in the space barrier, and soon filled the entire interface.

Among the dark clouds, red lightning bolts as thick as bowls criss-crossed, ready to go, and the lightning flashed and thundered, which was amazing.

And under the dark clouds, there is a cloud of white mist, like smoke and mist. Sometimes it looks like a cloud, sometimes it looks like a tree, and sometimes it looks like a person. It's not clear what it looks like.

The three words just now came from this cloud of white mist.

Seeing these red lightnings, Emperor Qing Ming was shocked, his face was full of horror, and he swept back without hesitation.

"Heavenly Tribulation, this is Heavenly Tribulation!"

Seeing this, the few surviving heavenly soldiers cried out in horror, and fled into the distance with their heads in their hands.

"That's right, this is the Heavenly Tribulation, the powerful Heavenly Tribulation that belongs to the second evolution of the King of Gu Kings." With a flick of his fingers, Bai Wu immediately stripped countless clusters of fine white mist from his body, and chased after the heavenly soldiers fleeing in the distance .

The remaining white mist turned into a human form, and chased after Emperor Qingming unhurriedly.

Looking at the appearance of this white mist, it was Yang Jingfeng who had been away for several months!

"A Li, I'm back!" Said silently to the annihilation space where Xiao Muli was. Yang Jingfeng's figure was like smoke, and in a blink of an eye he came in front of Emperor Qingming, blocking his way.

"Has the emperor experienced the power of heavenly tribulation?" Yang Jingfeng asked with a chuckle as the butterfly imprint on his forehead was as red as a drop of blood, and as charming as an elf in a flower.

(End of this chapter)