Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1237 Desperation, Survival! (1)
That terrifying power actually shattered the God Locking Pagoda that combined two primordial treasures!

"It's over, it's over." Little Bodhi went through a lot of hardships, and finally ran out of the Suo Shen Pagoda. After a short period of panic, he carried Lou Junyan's murderous aura of killing everything, and at the last moment, turned into A flash of light quickly entered between Ling Wushuang's eyebrows.

"Almost, so dangerous, so dangerous, almost."

The little one drifted away with the wind, muttering godly, that was the last word it left behind.

When the clear spring enters the sea, there seems to be an auspicious light that shines on the earth for a moment. The moment Bodhizi disappears, on Ling Wushuang's transparent pale face, the position of the sea of ​​consciousness between the brows is dimming and brightening, and there is a very strange force surging.

"It's the bodhi son, the princess, then, my lord."

After Ye Xingtian realized something, he was incoherent in an instant, spoke anxiously, and stretched out his fingers to Ling Wushuang, but his bloodshot eyes were glued to the black silhouette, fearing that every minute of the night, "Princess, concubine!"

Ye Xingtian's hands were shaking, afraid that he would not wake up the crazy Lou Junyan in time, and even more afraid that what he saw was only his own hallucination.

Lou Junyan's stiff body froze for a moment, his loose red eyes slowly lowered, and the auspicious white light appeared on the face of the woman in his arms, like the morning light at dawn, gradually dispelling the lingering blackness between his brows.

The light between Ling Wushuang's eyebrows flickered, as if the spirits of all things gathered in an instant, releasing a burning brilliance, and the ancient lines emerged, like a holy white lotus blooming between her eyebrows.

At that position, there was an extremely strange force moving the wind and clouds, time and space reversed at this moment, the dissipated power of the soul, the weakened breath of life, gradually retreated back into Ling Wushuang's body.

Ye Rong slowly covered her mouth with her outstretched hand, bit her lips tightly, and suppressed the fishy sweetness that was about to burst out of her throat, sobbing silently.

"Yes, it is the Bodhi child."

Qingfeng Wu's old lips trembled. He gathered the aura of heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years and absorbed the power of the soul of countless powerful people. It is the supreme and purest thing in the world.
"No, Wushuang?" Lou Junyan opened his lips slightly, his throat was visibly dry, the crimson hair hanging down from his forehead covered half of his cheeks, those two thin lips were as red as blood, Like the coldness of bloodthirsty Shura in the dark.

The long and thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under Ling Wushuang's eyelids, without any response, the color of the skin was still as transparent as frost, but it gradually became crystal clear.

Around, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes rested nervously on Ling Wushuang's face.

Yunchen gritted his teeth and dared not make any sound at this moment, afraid to miss the fluctuation of the slightest sign of life. He clenched his fists so hard that his whole body was trembling, and his heart was hanging in the sky.

"Princess, wake up, please." Yunchen bit his teeth, blood was dripping out.

Time and space are reversing silently, the silver-gray light of the veil gradually recedes back into Ling Wushuang's body, the cheeks flicker, and finally, the very slight point between the brows trembles, but it makes people The thousands of troops around were almost weeping with joy.

"Wushuang?" Lou Junyan's arms trembled imperceptibly, and then he hugged Ling Wushuang tightly in his arms, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a cold arc, for fear that she would be indifferent in the next second. It's like disappearing.

The sturdy arms are strong and powerful, and they are getting closer and closer.

Wushuang, his Wushuang.

Jin Ling's pupils brightened suddenly, and she looked around in a daze, not knowing where to gather, her chest heaved violently, the corners of her mouth raised and closed, as if she was panting heavily, it was a kind of unknowing after being extremely hesitant. At a loss, and a state of ecstasy in the afterlife.

"Hoohoo!"

Tens of thousands of demon troops surged out aggressively. Temporarily controlled by Zixie, their aura suddenly became ferocious. The barrier that had just been gathered was on the verge of collapse again. The roaring and roaring sound spread rapidly, like ghosts from hell, arrogant A generation.

It's just that everyone's attention at this time is not on the magic army that broke through the defense, but is still looking at the situation on Ling Wushuang's side. They know very well that Ling Wushuang is born, and they will have the power to fight , Ling Wushuang died, that was the real end.

"Wushuang, I'm fine." Lou Junyan murmured softly.

Ling Wushuang's mind was muddled, as if he had just returned to his soul, and he was in an empty and endless white world, feeling exhausted, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his heavy eyelids.

When she heard Lou Junyan's call, she felt anxious.

The pain of flesh and blood being pulled away, the violent roar and explosion, the endless darkness and confusion, the heart-piercing desperate call, the sky spinning... The mind and soul converge, and as the sea of ​​consciousness gradually clears up, the five senses return to the cage, and countless information images are in her sea of ​​consciousness. Intertwined.

Ling Wushuang suddenly stretched out his hands to grab Lou Junyan's lapel, waking up from a dream.

"Jun, Yan."

At this time, she finally regained consciousness, but she was like a stranded fish, her white lips opened and closed, but she still couldn't make the slightest sound, full of exhausted powerlessness and ignorant anxiety, just never Judging by the shape of his mouth, he was trying to call Lou Junyan's name.

"princess!"

Yunchen was limp and fell directly into the air. Although he was usually calm and calm, he couldn't help but want to cry at this moment. He wiped his cheeks vigorously, shaking off his sweaty head mixed with blood, "It's okay , it's all right."

"Great." Yunzhi and Daohe quickly looked at each other, and the heart that was hanging in the sky gradually fell down at this moment.

Ling Wushuang's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his forehead, which was so white that it was almost transparent, was covered with fine beads of sweat. He was holding on to Lou Junyan's front, his slender finger bones turned white, and he was shouting silently.

"Jun Yan, Jun Yan."

That confused state was like a lost cat, and for Yu Ling Wushuang, that expression was also extremely fragile.

Lou Junyan saw Ling Wushuang in such pain, a trace of pain trembled in the depths of his dark red eyes, and suddenly his big palm went around the back of her head, clasped the back of her head and put it in his arms, bowed his head, two bright red patches He kissed her lips, "I'm here."

The two words of Qianqian overflowed, amidst the flames of war, iron and blood are gentle.

There are thousands of troops and horses around, and there is silence for a moment, no one makes any sound, it seems that there are only two figures of men and women cuddling each other in the world, this situation is so natural, four lips meet, that is A destined fit and rapport.

Jin Ling lowered his eyes, and then turned his eyes away expressionlessly, his pure eyes looked faintly and he didn't know where to look.

'I'm here', two short words without any modification, the most ordinary, but it seems to contain the power to make the world silent, and gradually quiet down the restless Ling Wushuang.

(End of this chapter)