The physical body has been destroyed, and not a single trace is left. The emperor's physical rebirth power cannot be used, and only the emperor's soul is left to flee in a hurry... Yu Wenhuaji opened his mouth, as if he saw the soul of Holy Lord Wu Ding being taken away by the Black and White Wandering God.

In one scene, I suddenly felt that fate was unpredictable... what the hell!

"Girl, don't let go of the Emperor's soul!" Yu Wenhuaji exclaimed at this time: "The Holy Land has many means of resurrection!"

[Xia Ji] looked at Yu Wenhuaji expressionlessly, "You can't attack the soul without permission. This is the rule."

"This..." Yu Wenhuaji instantly thought of the [Ninth Hell]... Indeed, the Holy Land of [Netherworld] does not allow monks to do anything to the soul, and it can only be detained by the wandering gods.

Of course, under normal circumstances, there is nothing wrong if you are not discovered - but this girl can kill the Holy Lord Wu Ding by force, and is so powerful, why should we worry about such unspoken rules...

But Yu Wenhuaji didn't dare to ask any more questions, after all, Lord Wu Ding had already been promoted...

"Bai Zhi, come back with me. The hostess said you don't have to work at the zoo anymore." [Xia Ji] turned around and said.

"But..." Bai Zhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, let's go back!"

——The main thing is to be obedient.

"Is this your friend?" [Xia Ji] looked at Yu Wenhuaji.

"[Xia Ji] sister, wait for me!" After Bai Zhi said that, she came to Yu Wenhuaji.

Yu Wenhua struggled to get up, not knowing how to respond, so he could only remain silent.

"Uncle, are you feeling better?" Bai Zhi asked with concern.

Yu Wenhuaji shook his head, "It's okay, I'm a monk in Beiting, and injuries are common."

Bai Zhi nodded, immediately exhaled the clay tablet, held down the writing on the clay tablet with one hand, stood up on tiptoes, and gently patted Yu Wenhuaji's head with the other hand, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt! Fly away!"

Yu Wenhuaji was immediately startled, feeling that his injuries were quickly disappearing... Such abilities made him tremble with fear!

"Uncle, [Xia Ji] sister is here to pick me up, so you don't need to take me away!" Bai Zhi put the clay tablet into her small satchel at this time, "Goodbye, uncle!"

Yu Wenhuaji was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said: "Miss Bai Zhi, you are so kind to people, aren't you afraid that I am actually a bad person?"

Bai Zhi had already hugged [Xia Ji]'s arm, and looked back with a smile: "No! I can feel it. If uncle was a bad person, I wouldn't have come over just now! Hehe!"

Yu Wenhuaji was startled.

——This girl is indeed a concave character!

Yu Wenhua smiled.

…

How [Xia Ji] took people away, Yu Wenhuaji didn't see clearly... At this moment, looking at the fainting old man being carried by Holy Master Wu Ding, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

He decisively mentioned the old man (Xu Hongru) and left the dangerous place directly.

…

…

…

…

Teleportation platform...a private spiritual boat slowly sailed out.

The spirit boat is not luxurious, but the inside is unusually high-end... In the cabin, charcoal stoves burning with spiritual fires were raised all around, and a young man with a pale face and fur clothes was seen holding a thermos and leaning against the window.

side.

A maid was playing the piano nearby.

At this time, a strong man walked into the cabin from the outside and said to the young man: "Your Highness, the private spiritual boat that passed by us just now seems to have the aura of a foreign species... Do you want to go?

Want to find out the truth? After all, it is really rare for alien species to travel from [Kunlun City] to [foreign land]!"

"Hmm..." The sickly young man lowered his eyebrows and pondered, but to no avail.

But at this moment, there was a noise from outside, and the entire spirit boat shook a few times, as if it had hit something.

The sickly young man frowned, stood up and walked out while holding the thermos.

Outside the spirit boat, only four men wearing silver black armor were seen, with four swords resting on a shadow.

"Your Majesty, we were hit by a divine soul. It seems to be the same one..." One of the Xuanjia said solemnly: "Emperor Soul!"

The sickly young man suddenly looked sideways, walked a few steps, squatted down, and looked at the disheveled shadow soul. A look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said after a long time: "Isn't this... Lord Wu Ding?"

"You are..." The emperor's soul was extremely weak, otherwise he would have been captured by several black armors.

"Master Wu Ding, don't you remember?" the sickly young man said with a slight smile: "I, Huang Tianxiang, the son of the Holy Emperor of [Netherworld]."

Emperor Wu Ding's expression suddenly changed... and then he was horrified!

The sickly young man breathed out slowly, and then subconsciously hit his forehead as if he had taken a big bite of ice.

The maid next to her came forward with concern, "Your Majesty! Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm so happy." The sickly young man's face even turned rosy, and he murmured to himself: "Who would have thought that I just came back with great difficulty and picked up a... [Holy Emperor Soul]? This is a good start.

It’s really scary, will I suddenly die suddenly?”

The maid's face changed slightly, she stamped her feet and shouted angrily, "Your Majesty, don't say such unlucky words!"
Chapter completed!