Yanlao was completely furious.
He had a cold look on his face, and his face could not be any more ugly.
He clenched his fists hard and his veins popped out, but it was of no use at all.
Di Jueshang took the bell and left, just as when he came, as if he had entered a deserted land, as smoothly as if he had returned to Lingtian Palace, with an overwhelming momentum.
It took a long time for Yanlao to recover, and he got up from the ground with a livid face.
After going out, he saw all his guards falling to the ground, no different from dead people.
His face became even greener, and he angrily called the close guards and secret guards, and then, next In a simple but very comfortable room, a snow-white ball-shaped thing stood blankly at the door.
If you look closely, you can find that there is a little more pink on the round snow-white head.
In the room, Murong Wu still looked at Xuanji with a deep expression.
She could feel that the latter's vitality was getting weaker and weaker.
If this continued, there would really be no way to save her.
Xuanji, who was sleeping, didn't know what sad thing she dreamed about again.
Her tears wet the whole pillow little by little, and a very sad atmosphere seemed to linger in the whole room.
Suddenly, the sadness in the room was filled with the power of a king.
Murong Wu raised his head and saw that a tall figure had appeared in the room where there was no one else.
He walked over, and there was someone in his hand.
There is a silver bell.
If you look carefully, it is exactly the one that has been hanging on Xuanji's hair before.
Di Jueshang opened his mouth slightly and muttered something.
Then he saw the bell fly towards the person lying here little by little, and landed on Xuanji's forehead, emitting tiny bits of light.
These lights entered Xuanji's brain little by little, and at this time, Murong Wu was also surprised to find that Xuanji's body began to become transparent little by little.
Pupils dilated, Murong Wu watched without blinking, Xuanji's breathing was almost too light to be felt, and her body seemed to be gradually disappearing.
Seeing this situation, Xue Qiu'er and Ai Li both opened their mouths in shock.
In addition to surprise, their eyes were filled with worry.
But looking at Di Jueshang's expression, it was obvious that they knew what was going on.
None of them knew what was going on.
Don't dare to disturb.
The bell slowly rotated on her head, emitting more and more light spots.
The tears seemed to have stopped, and her pale face made people feel distressed.
Di Jueshang also kept watching, his eyes sparkling, and his hands clenched unconsciously at his sides.
The faint sound of the bell rang again, but it was still not as clear as before.
The sound at this time was more like being broken, fragile, tiny, and heart-wrenching.
For a long time, there was only this kind of sound in this empty space, which made the surroundings even more silent, making people feel that time was unusually slow and unbearable.
Finally, this change stopped, the bell that had been rotating slowly stopped, and the sound gradually disappeared.
Xuanji, who was half transparent, did not recover, but the expression on her face was calm, but her face was still pale.
Di Jueshang breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry in his eyes relaxed.
Murong Wu sensitively noticed the changes in Emperor Jueshang, and the tense person gradually relaxed at this time.
Although she didn't know what happened, she knew from his reaction that Xuanji was fine for the time being.
She looked at Xuanji again.
She had not yet woken up, but the deep sadness had disappeared without a trace, as if she had been swallowed up.
However, her current state was still worrying, but it was better than before. a little
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