"This is not a bad thing. As long as the scorpion grows a little, the spiritual power in your body will be lost until you die."

As the Demon Emperor finished speaking, Yuwen Luoshuang's entire body stood still, looking at Manzhu Shahua, who was constantly blooming on the ground without moving. As long as her spiritual power was not available, she would die in this place. A different scene suddenly flashed in her mind, that was the face that Feng Xinglang kept smiling.

Yuwen Luoshuang stepped on Manzhushahua on the edge, and a fragrance came to her nose as she rose up. She never knew that Manzhushahua had such a cool smell.

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When Yuwen Luoshuang sighed sadly, Feng Xinglang grabbed her wrist and then cut a knife on her wrist with a soft black hair sword. With Yuwen Luoshuang's gentle pain, Feng Xinglang also cut a knife on his wrist, and then smiled slightly at her.

Before Yuwen Luoshuang could react, Feng Xinglang had already put the two wrists flowing with blood together. What was strange was that the blood of the two people did not flow outside, but instead merged the blood of the two people into each other's bodies in the direction of the wrist blood vessels.

At this time, Feng Xinglang began to recite the spells quietly. As his mouth moved, a colorful light began to appear around him. The light seemed to be covering the haze on the entire Eastern Continent. Strangely, the Fengshang Sect members outside the Eastern Continent had already felt the breath of Feng Xinglang and walked outside to see the weak colorful light.

Yuwen Luoshuang felt a tingling pain on her wrist, and suddenly looked up. She still saw Feng Xinglang with a slight smile. He looked down at her very gently, and then used his other hand to silence.

At this point, Yuwen Luoshuang lowered her head and looked at the tip of her shoes. Suddenly she felt like she was a different life. But she didn't say anything, but just looked at Feng Xinglang's shoes in a blink of an eye. In the Dragon Martial Empire, Feng Xinglang's figure was outstanding. Yuwen Luoshuang's head only reached his chin, so now she could see his chest even if she looked up.

Looking at his ups and downs, Yuwen Luoshuang smiled suddenly, but a helpless expression leaked from the corner of her mouth. Even though she came to this continent, she began to often fight with life and death, and often lived a life of fighting death. Many times, her life was hanging on the line, and many times she had officially died.

After a long time, she could still hear the sound of spells coming from Feng Xinglang's mouth, but she would never understand. Suddenly, a powerful barrier began to be established outside them, and suddenly, a golden light began to burst out from outside the barrier.

The Demon Emperor standing beside him fired his eyes with his hands, but he still looked in their direction, and had not moved his eyes away for a long time. It seemed like a story and ending that had been planned. The Demon Emperor looked at the scene gradually happening in front of him in disbelief, and then he pinched the magic weapon in his hand fiercely.
Chapter completed!