The sound of flutes and pipas are organically combined and wandering throughout the formation.

This was the first time Shen Jiuli saw her in such a costume, and her heart moved slightly, but at this time it was time to suppress Zisha with all his strength and could not be distracted. No matter how confused he had in his heart, he could only suppress it for the time being.

Ning Xuemo walked into the formation and looked at each other from a distance with Shen Jiuli, which was still sucking and spitting out the purple evil.

She did not look at him, but focused on playing the pipa, as if this was the last song in her life, every syllable and every gesture was so perfect.

Shen Jiuli closed his eyes slightly, and did not look at her. He only blew the flute more quickly and melodiously. At the point where the divine power was infused, a golden talisman spelled out of his flute and hovered in the air.

Ning Xuemo's lips curled slightly, and the magic in her hand was infused with it. A red talisman emerged from her pipa and rose into the air.

The golden talisman and the red talisman meet in the air. When they flow, they are combined and plunged into the black hole.

This perfect blow lasted for half an hour, and the vibration underground became smaller and smaller, as if Zisha was really suppressed by the ensemble of the two.

Shen Jiuli's expression was not relaxed. He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Xuemo opposite him, as if light waves were flashing in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo finally raised his head, his eyes fell on his face, his eyes were quiet, without desire or ruthlessness.

Shen Jiuli has seen all kinds of her, who acted like a spoiled person, who was angry with him, who was naughty, who loved to be cute, who cheated on him, and who smiled...

She was so flexible and vivid in every way, like a ball of fire, and forced into his life without waves. His eyes were unknowingly spinning around her. When he felt it, he was already in a deep mud foot and could not pull it out.

He had seen her with so many faces, but he had never seen her now.

Her facial features are still the same, but her temperament is very different from before. Her body seems to be covered with a layer of light, a layer of golden red light.

The pure demon-like body is covered with black or red light.

The body of the immortal god is covered with white or golden light.

Like Shen Jiuli, once his aura is fully opened, then white light is shrouded in his body.

As for golden light, it is usually a light that only Buddhas can possess.

Ning Xuemo, her body was actually covered with two-color light, like a demon and a Buddha, with red light inside, but with gold edges...

In this way, she stood opposite him, and could not see any emotions in her eyes.

This made Shen Jiuli feel unreasonable, as if this person was about to go away...

"Xuemo, this time the seal is over, let's have a good talk!" Because the purple evil underground had already shown signs of weakening, Shen Jiuli was finally able to distract himself and say a word or two.

What he and she may lack is communication, and this makes him feel a little strange.

Ning Xuemo lowered her eyes slightly, covering the surging emotions in her eyes. Her little mouth curled slightly: "I think... I've said everything I should say, and there's nothing to talk about between us."

This sentence is actually very choking and sharp, especially her faint tone is even more crazy.

Shen Jiuli was not crazy. He looked at her quietly, his eyes deep: "You have something to hide from me!"

Ning Xuemo sighed softly: "God Lord, why bother with these things? I... After all, it's not Xiaoxuemo from the past. My personality is very different from her. I am the soul of 50,000 years later, and you, maybe 50,000 years later, will still be you.
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