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Chapter 48 General Kong Niao, Difficult to Guard (47)
Chapter 48 General Kong Niao, Difficult to Guard (47)
Mo Xiaoyao looked up in the dark, and it turned out that the soil of the rat hole under Kong Lingyu's feet was cracked by the fire that overflowed from his body, and it collapsed.
At this moment they were flying in the air, and from her perspective, all she could see was his stubble-covered chin.
"Don't you think our mood swings are too abnormal?" Mo Xiaoyao calmed down again as soon as the damp cold air blew from the ground. The mood swings between the two of them were too strange, from when Kong Lingyu started kissing her to when he was abnormal Annoyed to retort, this is not the usual behavior of the two of them.
"En." Kong Lingyu's answer echoed in the empty space, and the echo amplified his originally slightly low voice countless times, making it even more dull.
But Mo Xiaoyao didn't realize it, "Before I was in this space, I couldn't sense that you got off the plane. Instead, I was immersed in the thought of breaking that metal door. In the end, because you were in danger, your fire Yu suddenly became hot and woke me up. The channel of the ear mouse is a formation?"
Speaking of the last sentence, Mo Xiaoyao turned her head and found that the two of them had landed again, and the huge metal door before them was still lying in front of them, no matter whether it was up or down or left or right, there was no end.
"You purify the soul first, and I'll go take a look." Kong Lingyu put Mo Xiaoyao on the wheelchair he took out again, then handed her the scimitar, and he himself approached the door.
As soon as he approached the gate, Kong Lingyu's hairs stood on end instinctively, and his body instinctively began to repel contact with the gate, but he knew that maybe this gate was the center of this mission. After all, a giant metal gate appeared under the desert for no reason. It's unusual by any means, isn't it?
On the other side, Mo Xiaoyao had a scimitar in one hand and a natal stone in the other, trying hard to sense the split soul of Kong Lingyu in the scimitar.This time, the split souls were quite chaotic. There were both the memory of the first life of Leng Gong and the memory of the second life of the Demon Lord. The memories of the two lives were entangled, and the resentment contained in the split souls was different. Kong Lingyu could not absorb it at once, otherwise There will be confusion in his mind.
The natal stone in Mo Xiaoyao's hand gradually glowed faintly, upon closer inspection, it was actually similar to the scimitar in her other hand.
"You are also a reincarnation demon?" A voice came to Mo Xiaoyao's ears, and she almost lost her energy of concentrating on sorting out her resentment.
"You are? The spirit inside the scimitar?" This was her guess, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why a scimitar could absorb Kongniao's soul, and only Kongniao's soul.
"It can be said that after I escaped from the demon world, I existed in this scimitar. Why do you want to sort out these separated souls?" This voice seemed to be very lonely. Seeing that Mo Xiaoyao was willing to answer it, he started chatting on his own. model.
"For purification." Mo Xiaoyao didn't try to beat around the bush. While continuing to sort out the souls, he made preparations for a battle with this sword spirit.
"You want to purify all the resentment here?!" The voice asked sharply.Obviously, this resentment is also an excellent tonic for it.
"I want to transfer the split soul to someone else." After saying this, Mo Xiaoyao stopped all movements, and she could feel that the split souls of the two generations in the machete actually separated after her words. Out of her control, they separated naturally.
One life turned into a vain beauty in palace attire, and one life turned into a majestic Lord of the Demon Realm.What they have in common is that they all have a statue of a Luan bird with spread wings on their forehead.
"Is this the little hole bird?" The voice seemed to be asking with a smile.
The third is here!
(End of this chapter)
Mo Xiaoyao looked up in the dark, and it turned out that the soil of the rat hole under Kong Lingyu's feet was cracked by the fire that overflowed from his body, and it collapsed.
At this moment they were flying in the air, and from her perspective, all she could see was his stubble-covered chin.
"Don't you think our mood swings are too abnormal?" Mo Xiaoyao calmed down again as soon as the damp cold air blew from the ground. The mood swings between the two of them were too strange, from when Kong Lingyu started kissing her to when he was abnormal Annoyed to retort, this is not the usual behavior of the two of them.
"En." Kong Lingyu's answer echoed in the empty space, and the echo amplified his originally slightly low voice countless times, making it even more dull.
But Mo Xiaoyao didn't realize it, "Before I was in this space, I couldn't sense that you got off the plane. Instead, I was immersed in the thought of breaking that metal door. In the end, because you were in danger, your fire Yu suddenly became hot and woke me up. The channel of the ear mouse is a formation?"
Speaking of the last sentence, Mo Xiaoyao turned her head and found that the two of them had landed again, and the huge metal door before them was still lying in front of them, no matter whether it was up or down or left or right, there was no end.
"You purify the soul first, and I'll go take a look." Kong Lingyu put Mo Xiaoyao on the wheelchair he took out again, then handed her the scimitar, and he himself approached the door.
As soon as he approached the gate, Kong Lingyu's hairs stood on end instinctively, and his body instinctively began to repel contact with the gate, but he knew that maybe this gate was the center of this mission. After all, a giant metal gate appeared under the desert for no reason. It's unusual by any means, isn't it?
On the other side, Mo Xiaoyao had a scimitar in one hand and a natal stone in the other, trying hard to sense the split soul of Kong Lingyu in the scimitar.This time, the split souls were quite chaotic. There were both the memory of the first life of Leng Gong and the memory of the second life of the Demon Lord. The memories of the two lives were entangled, and the resentment contained in the split souls was different. Kong Lingyu could not absorb it at once, otherwise There will be confusion in his mind.
The natal stone in Mo Xiaoyao's hand gradually glowed faintly, upon closer inspection, it was actually similar to the scimitar in her other hand.
"You are also a reincarnation demon?" A voice came to Mo Xiaoyao's ears, and she almost lost her energy of concentrating on sorting out her resentment.
"You are? The spirit inside the scimitar?" This was her guess, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why a scimitar could absorb Kongniao's soul, and only Kongniao's soul.
"It can be said that after I escaped from the demon world, I existed in this scimitar. Why do you want to sort out these separated souls?" This voice seemed to be very lonely. Seeing that Mo Xiaoyao was willing to answer it, he started chatting on his own. model.
"For purification." Mo Xiaoyao didn't try to beat around the bush. While continuing to sort out the souls, he made preparations for a battle with this sword spirit.
"You want to purify all the resentment here?!" The voice asked sharply.Obviously, this resentment is also an excellent tonic for it.
"I want to transfer the split soul to someone else." After saying this, Mo Xiaoyao stopped all movements, and she could feel that the split souls of the two generations in the machete actually separated after her words. Out of her control, they separated naturally.
One life turned into a vain beauty in palace attire, and one life turned into a majestic Lord of the Demon Realm.What they have in common is that they all have a statue of a Luan bird with spread wings on their forehead.
"Is this the little hole bird?" The voice seemed to be asking with a smile.
The third is here!
(End of this chapter)
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