The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1004 Xi'er, Kunlun Mountain is so deserted

A thunderclap answered him.

Su Heng stood outside the hall and stared at the upper end, the vision in the sky disappeared in a short while.

The excitement between his eyebrows also gradually disappeared.

In the past 10,000+ years, every Su Heng who understands and returns will break out and return disappointed.

This time, it is no exception.

Having experienced a lot, Su Heng quickly accepted the fact that it was not Xi's return, turned around and returned to the hall.

The pure white figure carried endless desolation and loneliness.

He walked slowly in the huge palace, and seemed lonely and desolate.

He could vaguely hear the sound of chirping, jizaza, jumping out. He stood in the center and looked back to the outside of the hall, his eyes full of reminiscence, "Xi'er, Kunlun Mountain is so deserted."

"When will you come back?"

Su Heng withdrew his gaze and returned to his seat. He was the only one in the huge palace, and it was extremely quiet.

"Roar--"

A roar shook the upper realm, and the 梼杌 under the boundless abyss crazily hit the seal, as if it was about to break free and escape in the next second.

This movement attracted the attention of countless immortals. When they heard the roar that drifted half of the upper realm, the immortals stopped one after another, "梼杌 is restless again."

"Recently, Wu Wu seems to be becoming irritable more and more often."

"It has been sealed and suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years. It is estimated that they want to break through the seal and escape, so don't worry about it."

Everyone is accustomed to the movements from the Boundless Abyss.

Under the abyss, Wuwu's huge green pupils that looked like lanterns stared upwards, and let out a furious roar.

There was no movement no matter how they hit, and finally stopped roaring and slowly crawled down.

There is no light in the depths of the abyss, and the green pupils of Zhu Wu exude a faint green light.

Looking at the enchantment, with emotions that do not belong to beasts.

Demon Realm
Sulin was lying on Motao slightly weak, and was severely injured by Zong Zhengyu.

"The deity is going to retreat for recuperation, and no interruptions are allowed during this period."

"If there is anything, wait for the deity to come out!"

Su Lin's voice wafted and spread in the Demon Realm, and the Demon Palace was instantly enveloped in a barrier that no one could stop.

Taking off the bronze mask on his face, his handsome face was exposed.

No matter how you look at it, he is a young master Pian Pianjia with a bookish aura, not at all what a demon king should be.

He sat in Mota and adjusted his breath, his face was slightly pale, and he looked like a frail and aristocratic son, but there was a trace of gloom in his clear eyebrows that did not match his temperament and appearance.

Thousands of calculations have been made, but the Buddha has not returned!
The one that makes the Three Realms admire but turns their faces when they hear it, the real silent night!
He stared at the palm, clenched into a fist.

Obviously...the fox beads are all in hand!
Sooner or later, those things will fall into his hands!

Su Lin lowered his eyes to adjust his breath, and began to cultivate to completely block all external interference.

So much so that I didn't see the strangeness in the demon world.

The beasts chirped, and all things moved, as if they were welcoming someone's return.

Master's Mansion
Feng Canglan and Zong Zhengyu appeared, and immediately walked towards the bedroom with support.

Back in the bedroom, Zong Zhengyu was supported to sit down.

Looking at him, Feng Canglan frowned slightly, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

"Is there any discomfort? It hurts very badly."

"Small injuries are not a problem." Zong Zhengyu shook his head, but was forced by Feng Canglan, "Recover yourself."

Zong Zhengyu did not refuse, and immediately adjusted his breath with his legs crossed.

After taking a look, Feng Canglan walked back and poured himself a cup of tea.

Taking a sip and holding it with both hands, Zong Zhengyu, who was adjusting her breath, caught sight of Zong Zhengyu from the corner of her eye. Her hands holding the teacup were slightly tightened, and her knuckles were faintly white.

There was such a big mistake!

She actually...

Feng Canglan clasped the teacup tightly, and suppressed the strange color in her eyes...

(End of this chapter)