Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

??? Artifact spirits are artifact spirits, even if they possess the same spiritual consciousness as a human being, it is impossible to possess the same cunning as a human being.

Ye Lingyue was also exhausted after trapping and killing the wooden cauldron, especially since the wooden cauldron had eaten a lot of her flesh and blood. Her face at the moment was no different from that of white paper.

Ye Lingyue didn't even have the extra strength to digest and absorb the power of the Five Elements Wood that Gan Dingli had just refined.

Her body was weak and shaky, and she was about to fall to the ground, and her arms hugged her tightly.

The target was Wu Zhong's eyes, arrogant and cold eyes.

Ye Lingyue was in a trance, as if she saw a fleeting worry in his eyes.

Hehe~ how could it be possible, she must have read it wrong.

How could the ghost emperor who kills without blinking an eye worry about her.

"What the hell is going on, just those canes, and that cauldron..." Wu Zhong had a thousand words and wanted to question Ye Lingyue, but seeing Ye Lingyue's dying appearance, these doubts, also became irrelevant.

"Leaving here, Yin Zhongtian will collapse."

This piece of Yinzhongtian in the Nirvana Cauldron was originally constructed with the wooden Cauldron as the core. After it was refined by Ye Lingyue, this space would soon collapse.

The cave began to shake, the rocks on the mountain wall kept falling, and within a quarter of an hour, the entire cave would collapse.

Wu Zhong stared at Ye Lingyue and hugged her by the waist.

"Wait, that coffin."

Although Ye Lingyue was so weak that she couldn't even lift a finger, she still looked pitiful, staring at the empty Yaojing coffin on the ground.

"..."

Wu Zhong really wanted to strangle Ye Lingyue to death.

The phrase "people die for the sake of wealth and birds die for food" means someone like Ye Lingyue.

With a long face, he rudely threw Ye Lingyue into the coffin.

"Wu Zhong! How dare you throw me in the coffin!"

Unlucky, she didn't want to use this coffin that Taiyi's head had been lying on for thousands of years.

a moment earlier,

Ye Lingyue, who also thought that Wu Zhong was not that bad, was angry again.

If it weren't for her weakness at the moment, she would have poked a hundred and eighty holes in this stinky and domineering man with her small limitless fingers.

"Shut up, say one more word, and I will dig a hole for you and bury this coffin alive."

Wu Zhong was full of resentment. This heartless woman was only thinking about the coffin.

God knows how nervous he was when he couldn't see her just now.

As soon as she heard the word "buried alive", Ye Lingyue immediately became quiet. The ghost knows whether this moody man will really bury her.

People outside Taiyi Secret still don't know what happened in Yinzhongtianli.

They don't even know that the wooden cauldron tablet spirit, which is regarded as the artifact of the Taiyi faction, has been refined by Ye Lingyue.

In the secret realm of Taiyi, Bo Qing, Boss He and others, after days of chasing, finally found the location of Nirvana Ding and the whereabouts of everyone in the underground Yan Palace with the help of Xiao Wuya.

However, the whereabouts of several people in the underground Yan Palace were strange, they were tracked several times, but they were escaped several times.

After chasing the Taiyi faction's mountain gate, near the exit of Jiejianchi, Bo Qing, Boss He and others successfully intercepted the people in the underground Yan Palace again.

"Hand over the Nirvana Cauldron."

Bianqing stood in the air, and the Beidou Changyuan bell beside him was wrapped in threads like a group of snakes, coiling around him.

The red robes squeaked in the wind, and the jade muscles and red lips made the thinness even more enchanting.

"What kind of thing are you, dare to talk to this seat like this." The awe-inspiring male voice seemed to come from nine days away.

When they heard the male voice, the people in the underground Yan Palace were inexplicably surprised.

"Master Ghost Emperor!"

Xiao Zhi yo screamed suddenly, and jumped up with a stride.

I just heard Nirvana's banging open.

Wu Zhong was naked and stood in the air, holding a coffin in his hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed Xiao Zhi, who wanted to run away.

Under the sun, that man appeared out of thin air like a god.

Stand up against indifference.

The ruthless pupils shrank, and saw clearly the man in the rumors, who stomped his feet, and the underworld forces in the mainland would tremble for it.

Beeswax-like skin, every muscle is perfectly lined, amber pupils.

Covered by the golden mask, the nose is like a mountain peak, straight and straight, and the thin lips of pale cherry color outline the sexy thin and cool lips.

The long black hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and the tattered clothes did not show any embarrassment.

Especially seeing Wu Zhong's sturdy and lean muscles, Bo Qing instantly felt a sense of depression.

This is a terrible man who exudes the breath of a king just by standing.

Seeing Wu Zhong appearing, several people in the underground Yan Temple worshipped him. In their eyes, Wu Zhong was their god.

Boss He, Madam Huo, and others didn't even dare to say a word, as if someone had choked them all at once.

He is only affectionate, neither kneeling nor worshiping, he is like a rose with thorns, holding each other with Wu Zhong.

"Squeak (crying)"

Xiao Zhiyo really wants to cry but has no tears, why is it so weak, it always falls into the hands of this terrible man.

Why, Wu Zhong was the only one, and Bo Qing found out that the Hong Shisan he was thinking of did not appear together.

"Thirteen, how come you are the only one? Where did you hide Thirteen?"

"Thirteen?"

Even though he knew that Hong Shisan was just Ye Lingyue's pseudonym, Wu Zhong felt very uncomfortable when he heard a sissy muttering the name of the woman he liked so affectionately.

He suddenly had a bad idea.

"She's in the coffin."

In the coffin?

The eyes of Boss He and Old Madam Huo were all focused on the coffin in Wu Zhong's hand.

Xiao Zhiyo and Xiao Wuya also stayed.

Especially Xiao Zhi yo, it looks a little weird when it looks at the coffin.

His expression instantly changed from surprise to grief and anger, and then to despair, and he rushed forward with ruthlessness and anger.

"He died! How could he die, it was you, it was you who killed him!" With a low roar, despair and grief surrounded him, circling a force of origin.

When he saw that Yuan force, Wu Zhong snorted coldly.

It seems that this dude of the Demon Sect has some strength.

Bo Qing took a step forward, and his fists slammed into Bo Qing.

The fists fell, Wu Zhong's eyes darkened, and an energy burst out of his body, which bounced out the thin feelings.

"Without the protection of Lingbao and the Heartless Sect, you are nothing but a worthless piece of trash." Wu Zhong coldly threw out the words, but he had no choice but to do nothing, just because his strength was not as good as Wu Zhong's. Heavy.

"Young Sect Master, you are not his opponent." Seeing that things were not going well, the flame old woman restrained her feelings, for fear that he would do anything to send her to death.