Allure Summoner

Jun Qianxi's hand landed on his wrist, and sure enough, his body was empty.

The person opposite her stretched out her hand, and murmured sadly: "The spiritual power I have finally accumulated has been used up just now, Xi'er, you have to take responsibility and protect me!"

Her head couldn't help being covered with black lines, she really wanted to knock open the head of the person in front of her to see what was inside.

Duanmuming pretended not to see her expression that was about to run away, he stretched out his hand to embrace her, rubbed on her shoulder, and closed his eyes.

Jun Qianxi had no choice but to let him hold her.

When the bright moon rose in mid-air, the bright and cold moonlight fell and fell on the thin layer of hoarfrost at the entrance of the cave, shining dazzlingly.

Jun Qianxi felt the person in her arms leaning against her constantly, wanting to absorb her warm body temperature.

She had to stretch out her hand and hug him hard, but he was still shivering with cold.

Jun Qianxi wanted to wake him up, but seeing his pale face, she couldn't bear it anymore.

She has always been very motherly.

She thought for a while, then began to move her tendons, frantically absorbing the cold air in the cave.

All the yin and cold air was left in her body, spinning around the tendons, while the aura of heaven and earth was squeezed out of her body.

Sure enough, her method worked.

Duanmuming stopped trembling, and he also absorbed the aura of heaven and earth filtered by Jun Qianxi to recover.

An unusually strange scene appeared in the cave. The two people lying on the bed were surrounded by gray mist, which was exactly the cold air that grew crazily because of the nightfall.

But inside the gray mist, there is a white mist lingering, which is the aura of heaven and earth.

Jun Qianxi also finally knew why the people in Nether Valley never left the valley. This place is simply a paradise for undead summoners to practice.

Why is there so much cold air gathered here?

An unusually bold guess appeared in Jun Qianxi's mind, but it was just too ridiculous.

She looked at the person in her arms, and when she saw that his face had completely returned to normal, she closed her eyes.

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In the depths of Nether Valley, there is a grand palace made of black stones.

There is a plaque on it, engraved with the three characters of Nether Palace, this is the base camp that Jun Qianxi said.

In addition to that dead end, the other four roads will eventually lead to here.

It was already late at night, and the Nether Hall was still brightly lit.

There were five futons in the spacious front hall, but four were left empty, and only one old man sat cross-legged there.

His body was also surrounded by gray mist, but that gray mist was obviously much larger than Jun Qianxi's.

These mist seemed to have spiritual intelligence, they entered his body autonomously, circulated in his tendons many times, and then dispersed.

His breath was a little unstable, as if he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

When the eastern sky turned pale, his aura suddenly soared, but after it soared to a peak, it quickly fell back.

It seemed to be blocked by an invisible layer.

At this time, a round of red sun slowly rose, and the gray mist surrounding his body suddenly disappeared.

He opened his eyes and let out a long breath: "White clothes? Come in!"

"Big elder!"

A respectful voice sounded, this person was the man on the shore, named Situ Baiyi.