My emperor has darkened again

Li Jiuge is very bored. She has made no progress all day. Fortunately, she has recovered some vitality. At least on the surface, she can't see that she was hurt by backfire.

Looking out through the black stone space, he found that Feng Yi was concentrating on meditation.

On this day, Feng Yi didn't go out. After all, he didn't have the special identity of Weisheng. So he had to use a small bottle of pure water provided by fanyin temple to refine the magic Qi in the Zen room. He was not qualified to go to the pure water lotus pond.

It was not convenient to move during the day, but for Feng Yi, the most important thing now was to refine the Xuantian stone again. Only in this way can he trace the whereabouts of the soul killing gun with the help of the power of Xuantian Shenshi.

After all, before today, Xuantian Shenshi had changed its owner. Although Li Jiuge only refined it half because of his strength, Fengyi still had to erase the breath of Li Jiuge.

An artifact can only be contracted to one owner. The Xuantian stone, which was left ten thousand years ago, was originally split by a part of the soul killing spear, so it can be recognized by people other than him.

However, not all people can bear the power of Xuantian Shenshi. Therefore, the appearance of Li Jiuge surprised Fengyi.

The little girl he liked was different.

Seeing that Fengyi seemed to be in a state of calmness, he thought that he should be the key moment to refine Xuantian stone, so he didn't bother him.

At this moment, however, her body suddenly froze.

A force suddenly spread in her body. She stood up uncontrollably and flashed out of the Blackstone space.

Like a puppet, she tried to stop herself, but little by little she walked towards the door. Feng Yi, who is in the process of settling down, naturally doesn't find anything unusual about her. He is only aware of her departure.

He didn't mean to trap Li Jiuge in the black stone space. Now she comes out on her own initiative, and Feng Yi won't stop her.

He didn't know that Wei Sheng had no time to plot. How could he think that her departure today would lead to such a situation.

The Buddhist chamber of fanyin temple is divided into men and women, separated from each other. In order to avoid suspicion, there is a distance from the top of the mountain.

At this moment, in the Zen room where Li Jiuge originally lived, a man in white appeared. I saw him sitting on the futon, palms cross, a dazzling red light released, mouth seems to be chanting, in the air played a complex formula.

With his action, not far away suddenly came the sound of footsteps. Soon, with a creak, a woman opens the door and appears in front of Weisheng.

With the movement of his hand, Wei Sheng had no time to put away the spiritual power released by his palm, waved his sleeve, and clang, the door closed, and a border appeared, enveloping the room.

At the same time, Li Jiuge is also like a big dream, a soft body, then fell down.

"Disciple, why are you not in your room? Where have you been all day? Why is there no breath of you in the whole fanyin temple? "

Weisheng has no time to look at her condescensively. She is still as warm as jade. Her clear voice is gentle and harmless, but it makes Li Jiuge's heart tighten.

His eyes looked directly at her, there is a kind of irrefutable inquiry, Li Jiuge's hands clenched under the sleeve, thinking quickly about the countermeasures.