Jiangmen iron blood poisonous concubine

Chapter 539 Take heart blood. 6
Spiritual songs resounded across the sky, and someone forcibly woke up from the coma.

The blood flowed into the veins of the heart, and the heart began to beat, as if a new soul had been injected into it, and the soul was about to move, like boiling water, so painful that it wanted to burn itself.

In the darkness, the man opened his eyes. Behind the golden mask, his eyes were stained red with blood.

Around the corners of the eyes, the black qi moves under the skin, passing through quickly, the white skin is densely covered with black silk.

The back of the hand was also covered with black qi, and the veins seemed to break free from the skin.

Uncle Nine Emperors sat cross-legged in the darkness, with thick black air lingering around him, enveloping his body in black shadows.

Suddenly scarlet streaks of blood broke through the heavy black air, rolled in angrily, entered the heart and lungs, and the heart suddenly ached.

It was as if the tip of a knife was swimming in the heart, stabbing people so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

In the darkness, there was a faint voice that could not be passed on. The woman's long and hoarse voice echoed in the space, and gusts of wind blew past his eyebrows, as cold as ice and snow in his heart.

There is a force in the body that almost breaks through the body.

Only by tearing hard can he calm down his whole heart.

The golden light broke through the heavy black air and swept across the entire Thousand Killing, the spiritual song fluctuated and gradually became chaotic.

The wind and snow billowed, the howling wind whizzed, and the rolled up snowflakes fascinated everyone's eyes. The people present retreated one after another, unable to see the situation in the formation, only to see a strong golden light rising from the formation.

Those people bared their teeth and roared, spiritual songs dancing like demons.

The golden light gradually became stronger, and a black figure loomed in the golden light. Uncle Nine Emperors stood in the golden light, his figure blurred and ethereal.

The surroundings of the formation gradually became clearer.

The eyes of the formation covered by the Yin Qi in the formation appeared one by one. At the place where the Ninth Emperor Uncle rose, the Fifth Prince sat on the side holding Qing Wu, already in a coma.

Qing Wu had many injuries on his body, but the fifth prince had no injuries.

He sat on the ground, holding Qing Wu in his arms tightly.

The two of them showed no sign of waking up no matter how much commotion there was.

Seeing this scene, people outside the formation screamed excitedly, Uncle Jiuhuang was not dead, but the fifth prince and Qing Wu didn't know what was going on.

Seeing that the fifth prince was unconscious, Mr. Zhu felt nervous for a while.

But it is simply powerless.

Only by relying on Uncle Nine Emperors in the formation to break the formation can the fifth prince and Qing Wu be rescued.

Qin Shiyue's eyes were completely dark, and the figure in front of her was constantly shaking, and it was impossible to tell who it was.

However, she recognized his back, which was as black as splashed ink, lonely and cold.

Finally, all the sacrifices paid off, he finally woke up from the darkness, pushed aside the darkness, and finally saw the light.

There was a relieved smile on the corner of her pale mouth, Qin Shiyue's body could no longer support her, her heart was cut open, it hurt so much, it felt like it would never heal.

I can only close my eyes with this pain.

The moment she closed her eyes and fell down, her body fell into a cold embrace.

The man's breath fell on her cheek shallowly, he leaned down, touched her face with his face, and rubbed gently.

Like the caress in so many days, it is so gentle without any hesitation.

She tried her best to raise her hand and touched his cheek, only touching the cold mask.

But she still closed her eyes and smiled, and whispered, "I... just knew... you would come to save me."

(End of this chapter)