Evil Phoenix

Chapter 631 Holy Light, the End of the Crossbow

The primary color light of the first hall penetrated everyone's body, and the comfort of being bathed in the holy light made people put down their weapons unconsciously.

It made Zhu Mo in the palace feel unprecedented pressure.

There was a bang, the sound of knees hitting the ground.

Accompanied by this sound was Zhu Mo's excited voice: "See the saint!"

Bai Luoge's sharp eyes swept across the hall, and following Zhu Mo's actions, all the people in the hall knelt down towards Bai Luoge in unison in the next second.

Seeing this, Bai Luoge breathed a sigh of relief.

With a cold face and no words, the originally cold face became paler at some point.

But that stunning figure stood proudly, with a straight back, without any sign of decadence.

Only the five fingers deeply pierced into the palm can see the oozing blood. Today's Bai Luoge is already at the end of his strength.

Ling Liche didn't know when he came to her side, and before Bai Luoge fell down, he took her into his arms with one hand and let her lean against his chest.

Almost the moment Ling Liche touched Bai Luoge, Bai Luoge was about to lose consciousness.

If Ling Liche hadn't noticed her lack of physical strength in the first place, I'm afraid that the toughness she pretended just now would be in vain.

The most powerful spiritual power of the saintess inheritance is the primary color holy light, but the holy light with healing power is not endless.

Almost every time it is used, it is equivalent to overdrawing the life of the saint.

Bing Xin could die with such powerful spiritual power, not to mention Bai Luoge who didn't even refine the Holy Spirit Fire.

After all, her blood is still not pure enough. Although she has Bing Xin's inheritance, she still can't exert the spiritual power of the Holy Spirit Clan's healing system to the extreme.

She had only used spiritual power once to intimidate her, and she could hardly hold on. If she hadn't bit the tip of her tongue to endure it, she would have spit out a mouthful of blood from her chest.

That's why Bai Luoge looked at the kneeling crowd, and neither asked them to get up, nor asked Zhu Mo to take them to Bing Xin's Tomb.

Now... she can't speak at all.

Ling Liche gently hugged the overdrawn Bai Luoge, the arrogance of the king who looked down on the world was fully reflected in his body.

Glancing at Zhu Mo who was completely respectful, "Now, please ask the empress dowager to condescend and take us to Bing Xin's tomb!"

There was no trace of warmth in his cold tone. Ling Liche knew Bai Luoge's current situation best, so naturally he didn't like the Queen Mother Xigan who hurt his wife.

She's fine if she doesn't take care of it, and she's expecting him to be nice and nice, and she's thinking too much.

The reason why Bai Luoge took the risk of using the saintess inheritance was nothing more than time.

Otherwise, they still have a lot of room for choice, and she doesn't need to take such risks.

Although Ling Liche didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but he knew Bai Luoge so well that he didn't need her to speak, he knew what was on her mind.

If she hadn't made such a move just now, Zhu Mo might not have believed that they really came to stop the curse of the gods and demons if she kept pestering her.

After all, his identity as the Holy Son of the Demon Realm is an iron-clad fact, and there is no room for dispute at all.

As soon as Zhu Mo heard Ling Liche's order, her face immediately turned ugly.

But after glancing at Bai Luoge's cold expression, he held back and didn't dare to attack.

(End of this chapter)