Jun Qianxi's hand fell on his wrist. Sure enough, his body was empty.

The person opposite her stretched out her hand and murmured sadly: "The spiritual power that I finally accumulated was used up just now. Xi'er, you have to be responsible and protect me!"

Her head couldn't help but be covered with black lines, and she really wanted to open the head of the person in front of her to see what was inside.

Duan Muming pretended not to see her almost violent expression. He put his arms around her, rubbed her shoulders, and closed his eyes.

Jun Qianxi had no choice but to let him hold her.

When the bright moon rose into the sky, the bright and cold moonlight shone down and fell on the thin layer of white frost at the entrance of the cave, shining with dazzling light.

Jun Qianxi felt that the person in her arms was constantly leaning against her, trying to absorb her warm body temperature.

She had to reach out her hand and try her best to hug him, but he was still trembling with cold.

Jun Qianxi wanted to wake him up, but seeing his pale face, she couldn't bear it.

She has always been very maternal.

She thought for a while and began to circulate her muscles, frantically absorbing the cold air in the cave.

All the cold and cold energy was retained in her body, swirling around her veins, while the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was squeezed out of her body.

Sure enough, her method worked.

Duanmu Ming stopped trembling, and he also absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth filtered by Jun Qianxi to recover.

An extremely strange scene appeared in the cave. The two people lying on the bed were surrounded by gray mist, which was the cold air that grew crazily because of the night.

But inside the gray mist, there is white mist lingering, which is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Jun Qianxi finally understood why the people in Netherworld Valley never left the valley. This place was simply a paradise for the practice of summoners of the undead.

Why is there so much cold air gathering here?

An extremely bold guess appeared in Jun Qianxi's mind, but it was really ridiculous.

She looked at the person in her arms and saw that his expression had completely returned to normal, so she closed her eyes.

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Deep in the Netherworld Valley, there is a majestic hall made of black stone.

There is a plaque on it, and the three characters "Netherworld Palace" are engraved on the plaque. This is the base camp that Jun Qianxi mentioned.

Except for the dead end, the other four roads will eventually lead here.

It was already late at night, but the lights in the Nether Palace were still bright.

There were five futons placed in the spacious front hall, but four were empty, and only an old man sat cross-legged there.

His body was also surrounded by gray mist, but the gray mist was obviously much larger than Jun Qianxi's.

The mist seemed to have intelligence, entering his body autonomously, circulating in his veins many times, and then dissipated.

His breath was a little unstable, and he seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

When the sky in the east turned white, his aura suddenly surged, but after it reached a peak, it quickly fell back.

It was as if it was blocked by an invisible layer.

At this time, a red sun slowly rose, and the gray mist surrounding his body suddenly disappeared.

He opened his eyes and took a long breath: "White clothes? Come in!"

"Great Elder!"
Chapter completed!