Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo's mind was blank at this time. She numbly wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth and stared at the scene in front of her.

Where is this?

Who is she?

Countless scenes flashed in front of her like a lantern, but it made her more painful. Therefore, Xia Qingluo covered her head and shouted.

Jiaxiu was entangled by the hostility in Yitian's hand and had to mobilize cultivation to resist, while Xia Qingluo was caught by Yitian's big hand.

She instinctively waved her hand. The vines were like dancing green damask, blocking Yitian's attack.

A black smoke passed.

Xuanyuan Zeli stood in front of them, looked at the scene here, frowned and asked, "what's going on?"

Xia Qingluo's eyes were cold, and a fierce anger entered her body. Her eyes began to turn red. Looking at the three people in front of her, countless fallen leaves shot out of her palm.

"She's not dead yet?" xuanyuanze said to himself.

He took a look at the direction of the main hall. It was silent again. All people fell into a deep sleep by his spell, including lily of the valley.

Nangongli was buried under a collapsed beam and couldn't move.

Unable to see the situation outside, Nangong Li just felt that maybe today was the day he annihilated.

It's just a pity that I didn't see the demon before I died.

Xia Qingluo clenched her teeth and rose slowly. The seven colored rays wrapped her, but she knew she couldn't hold on.

Maybe it will really disappear soon.

At this time, a white streamer came from outside the star picking palace like a meteor.

Yunzhi looks like ice and snow, dressed in white like moonlight, holding a Biyun sword, standing in mid air, looking at the devastated star picking palace.

Indifferent eyes fell on Xia Qingluo.

The little demon has a big life.

Still alive.

He breathed out a faint, inaudible breath.

Xia Qingluo looked at the white figure, and her memory became more and more messy. At this moment, she felt as if she had experienced thousands of rivers and mountains.

She took a breath of blood and fell straight from the air.

But at the next moment, a white shadow like streamer suddenly came to Xia Qingluo's body. With a flash of body shape, Xia Qingluo was held in her arms.

"Who are you?" Xia Qingluo frowned, but her voice was very weak.

The cloud stopped silent.

The cold eyes like snow looked at Xia Qingluo.

A trace of doubt crossed.

Obviously, something's wrong with the demon.

Who the hell is she?

Why can you drive plants and trees around a hundred miles.

She's not a demon.

Because she doesn't know him.

Yun Zhi's eyes were dark and went to the yuan God of Xia Qingluo, but he found that the yuan God with seven colors and extremely vigorous vitality was full of blood.

This is a sign of the breaking of Yuanshen.

What did the little demon experience that led to such a result.

Yunzhi has no time to explore.

At this moment, the yuan God of Xia Qingluo began to exude drops of blood.

Xia Qingluo's eyes were empty and murmured, "this time, I seem... Really dead..."

The eyes closed slowly, the hands hung weakly, and the breath was extremely weak. If it wasn't for Yunzhi's divine power, I'm afraid I couldn't notice her breath at all.

All the vines disappeared quietly, and the fallen leaves and flying flowers disappeared.

Yi Tian no longer hesitated, stared at Xia Qingluo deeply, hid a greedy color, picked up the cat demon and went to the horizon