The old lady only felt a tearing pain in her chest, and a fishy smell surged fiercely from her throat: "Pfft——"

Blood stained the ground and wet her clothes.

She held her chest with her pale hands, and the bursts of throbbing pain made the old lady's hand holding the cane tremble.

The huge monster was split in half by Mo Junxie's sword.

Countless dragon souls emitted from the monster's body, and Ye Zhikuang's whip also changed direction when the old lady reached out to take back his martial soul.

The whip hit the monster's hand that was holding the white spherical soul space, and the soul space was swept away from the monster's hand under the whip.

Mo Junxie split the beast's spirit with one sword, causing the dragon spirit still inside to fly out.

It was a cyan phantom, flying in the air like a ghost.

Mo Junxie turned back to Ye Zhikuang and said, "Quick, open the soul space and absorb the dragon soul."

Qibao jumped out from one side and opened the white soul space that had not yet fallen from the sky. A powerful force absorbed the dragon soul into the soul space without leakage.

The old lady's face was as pale as a dead person. How could she not hate seeing the physical beast spirit that she had worked so hard to cultivate being destroyed in one day?

She pointed in the direction of Ye Zhikuang, her hands trembled a few times, then her eyes rolled over and she fell to the ground.

And her original martial spirit returned to her body.

However, her injuries were too severe and she might not be able to make waves for a while.

Ye Zhikuang turned around and looked at the old lady coldly. If she could, she would really want to whip her to death.

However, it cannot be done now. There are still many unknown secrets about the old lady.

What she wants to do now is to use the power of this country to revive Junlan City in a short period of time, and to find her clan members who are still alive in this world.

Qibao took the soul space and said, "This soul space is really useful. Mo Sao Baozi, give me one. If anyone treats me badly, I will use this soul space to suck their soul."

Mo Junxie put away his sword, then snatched the soul space from Qibao's hand, then hit Qibao's head hard with his hand and said: "If you have evil intentions, don't even think about getting anything from me."

"Ayo, ayo——"

"Don't hit me on the head." Qibao yelled at him angrily.

Mo Junxie was too lazy to pay attention to it, and looked up at Ye Zhikuang, who was full of hatred: "We have to leave here quickly. The Murong family has produced so many god-level figures for thousands of years, and the masters hidden in the Murong family will not be the same."

Sir, I guess they will soon ask a few of the gods on the cards to help them deal with us."

Ye Zhikuang came back to his senses and his eyes fell on the direction where Murong Tiantian and Murong Fu left just now.

After being stunned for a long time, he nodded gently: "Okay."

*

Sure enough, not long after they left, two experts from the Murong family who had already entered the soul emperor class came to the scene in person.

He directed them to collect the bodies of the Murong family guards, clean up the scene, and treat the old lady's internal injuries.

It's just that they never imagined that their enemy was still wandering around the streets with great arrogance.

One is King An Yi, the other is Bai Youxue——

Ye Zhikuang suddenly felt that Bai Youxue's identity was not bad. At least, in a short time, Ye Zhikuang would become the most hated and disgusted person in the entire country.

The resurrection of the Silver Dragon Clan is not a good thing for them.

However, Ye Zhikuang must do this.

The blood of that race flows in her body, and even if she doesn't want to get involved in the war, they will still come to cause trouble.

If that's the case, then why doesn't she make complete preparations before trouble comes?

This time, she doesn't allow anyone to hurt those around her.

She wants to use her own hands to create her own empire.

He turned around and looked at the man walking beside him.

After coming out of Murong's Mansion, they went to a dark alley and changed their appearance before walking out.

When the people from the Murong Mansion chased them out, Ye Zhikuang and Mo Junxie were nowhere to be found, and the only people walking on the street were a young and loving couple who were about to get married.

They swaggered past the patrols.

Returning to the palace, Tie Shou ordered no one to go near the prince's courtyard, not even Wei Li.

Wei Li asked several times, but Tie Shou said nothing.

After all, Wei Li is not someone close to the prince, so he will be eliminated by the prince sooner or later.

Mo Junxie took Ye Zhikuang into the dungeon through a secret passage in his room.

This dungeon is not an ordinary dungeon. There are mountains and water inside. It is a dungeon, but it is better said to be a beautiful and rich small space.

The creeks, wooden houses, and grasslands are as full of aura as spring.

"This..." Ye Zhikuang pointed at the scene in front of him, speechless.

There are such beautiful places in Los Angeles, why didn’t she know?

"This is not the scenery of Los Angeles. You have entered a small virtual space, that is, in the palm of my hand." After saying that, he spread his palm.

The image of her and him in space was printed on his palm, but there were no mountains, no water, no wooden houses, no creeks and no grasslands in his palm.

There is only him and her holding hands.

Feeling the magic, she grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, the man in his palm lowered his head and kissed her heavily on the top of her head.

She raised her head, covered her head, and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm kissing you."

"boring."

"I only want to kiss when I'm bored."

He held her little face with both hands and kissed her repeatedly on the left and right of her face, making it impossible for her to hide away even if she wanted to.

At this time, the sound of light piano music lingered from inside the wooden house.

Mo Junxie stopped moving, and both of them looked at the wooden house.

Waves of natural sounds reverberate in the mountains, making people sink into the emotions of the person playing the piano.

The person playing the piano seems to be very happy. It is a piece of music with a very slow melody but full of joy.

Ye Zhikuang closed her eyes and let the music of the piano brush away the gloom in her heart.

Mo Junxie hugged her from behind, placed his head on her little head, and listened with her.

It didn't take long for him to stop. When Ye Zhikuang opened his eyes again, there was already a handsome man standing in front of the wooden house.

Not the pretty boy I saw last time, but the real King An Yi.

In this small world, Mo Junxie did not change his appearance. Only when he leaves this small world will An Yi become an ordinary person whom no one knows.

"He..." Ye Zhikuang looked back at Mo Junxie, who had regained his appearance: "Okay, I was almost fascinated by him."

"What did you say?" Mo Junxie gritted his teeth and stared at An Yi.

His woman is fascinated by another man, and she wants to see if he doesn't strangle that man to death.

"Haha." Ye Zhikuang laughed in a low voice. Seeing him looking crazy, she felt much better.

"Come on, let's sit and talk." Mo Junxie rubbed her hand and led her across the wooden bridge to An Yi.

"You are willing to come in." An Yi leaned in front of the wooden door.

He was not as crazy as when we first met him. He was leaning in front of the door. He was wearing a dark black brocade robe that made his smooth face fair and delicate. His red lips were slightly curved and he smiled faintly.

Mo Junxie was too lazy to pay attention to him, and pulled Ye Zhikuang directly into the wooden house.

From the outside, the wooden house seemed very small, but when I walked into the wooden house, I realized that it was not as narrow as Ye Zhikuang thought, but that it was a bit too big. Even the decoration inside the house was extremely luxurious.

It seems that he did not mistreat King An Yi.

He opened the red curtain and took her inside.

The indoor environment seemed very empty, but there was a piano at the entrance and an incense cauldron on the piano table. A faint white mist floated out from the incense cauldron, making the entire empty secret room overflowing with fragrance.

At this time, a disembodied soul floated out from the corner, and then flew to Ye Zhikuang's shoulder.

The leader of its black bees—Zimo.

When he came back from Skull Mountain, Zimo was silently guarding it.

She turned back, dragged Zimo's body, and put her in the palm of her hand: "You must have brought all the black bees here, right?"

"Although the palace is very large, it cannot accommodate such a large number of black bees, so we have to place their souls here." Mo Junxie waved his hand, and a dense group of black bees flew from in front of Ye Zhikuang's eyes.

Said: "Use King An Yi's special skills to heal the souls of the black bees every day, and they will be able to keep their souls and not lose their souls no matter how long it takes."

It was also Tie Shou who reminded him that he thought of King An Yi's move.

Therefore, the resting place and recuperation place for the black bees have been temporarily arranged.
To be continued...