The Demonic King Chases His Wife

It was merely the death grade, really……

Su Luo shook her head and gave Zi Yan and Beichen Ying an apologetic look.

It was her injury that implicated them.

Beichen Ying happily smiled: “With Second Brother here, what matters are impossible? Sister-in-law, you say, am I right?”

The corner of Su Luo’s mouth contained a smile as she nodded her head.

Indeed, Nangong Liuyun was like that tall and straight mountain peak. He gave people a steady sense of security and complete confidence.

Zi Yan was even more exhilarated: “I heard the death grade is full of spirit treasures, at that time, you guys better not snatch it from me.”

“Things that can be snatched must be snatched!” Beichen Ying said in a deadpan manner.

“What did you say? You dare to snatch it from this old woman? Stand still!” Zi Yan and Beichen Ying laughingly and noisily play fought into a group.

Just when the people behind them still hadn’t returned to their senses, Su Luo’s party of people had already entered those gates.

What’s to be done?

Huge question marks appeared above the foreheads of the four people left behind.

“That’s the death grade ah, you guys really dare to enter?” Luo Dieyi stared incredulously at Li Yaoyao.

“Su Luo, that slut, can enter even injured to that degree, why can’t I? Second Senior Brother, let us go in!” Li Yaoyao pulled Situ Ming along and entered with quick steps.

Seeing that those gates were about to close, Luo Dieyi gazed at Luo Haochen, pleading for help.

A thread of cold light finally flashed through Luo Haochen’s eyes: “They can enter, we can also go.”

He gently stroked the ring on his finger, that place had his deepest trump cards.

Luo Dieyi looked at that bronze ring on his finger, then nodded her head: “For the spirit treasures, we’ll enter!”

As a result, before the palace gates closed, the Luo siblings also grandiosely entered this Nine Different Palace Halls.

Nine Different Palace Halls, nine floors high, with nine challenges to pass.

They had just entered the first floor.

Everyone only felt things go blank for a second before their eyes, the setting of their surroundings had already changed into the extreme icy north with snowflakes floating about.

The cold wind was bitingly cold and pierced to the bones.

Everyone had just entered, still hadn’t stood firm, still hadn’t understand everything, before they heard that wild tyrannical voice resounding beside their ears.

“Resist the wind blades for a quarter of an hour, begin.”

The voice had barely faded before the world suddenly changed color!

They were given no time to prepare when countless wind blades shot towards them from all directions.

Endless cold air constantly diffused into the air, so deeply cold that it made everyone feel as if they were staying in hell.

A countless number of wind blades with astonishing might, moreover, they completely lacked any patterns of attack.

Nangong Liuyun carried Su Luo on his back, protecting her under the fox fur coat, safely and securely, she didn’t suffer the slightest injury.

Now, the area around his body seemed to be caged in a transparent protective cover, no matter how ferocious the wind blades were, they were all blocked at a distance of three meters away.

Compared to Su Luo’s relaxedness, the other six people all ate a lot of suffering.

The appearance of the wind blades were random. Front and back, left and right, up and down, no matter what direction, they were there.

Li Yaoyao and Situ Ming were a group.

Luo Dieyi and Luo Haochen were a group.

Beichen Ying and Zi Yan were a group.

They were all back-to-back with their partner, the swords in their hands flickering with afterimages, sounds of the clank of metal never stopped.

“Ah!” Suddenly, Li Yaoyao cried out in alarm.

So, it turned out that she couldn’t block it, a wind blade grazed her arm in passing. Suddenly, blood dyed her arm red.

Heartache immediately appeared in Situ Ming’s eyes.

“Yaoyao, are you okay?” Situ Ming nervously asked!

He had no time to spare, if he stopped the wind blades would surely injure Li Yaoyao.

“It hurts so much……” Li Yaoyao’s tears bubbled up, weepingly wanting to sob.

Her gaze streaked across, inadvertently, she saw Su Luo that was leisurely lying on Nangong Liuyun’s back——

For a moment, Li Yaoyao’s tears streamed down with a ‘swoosh’ sound.

Comparing people to people really could infuriate one to death!