Then, Di Yange heard a loud bang in his ear.
A little man who looked exactly like her appeared at her golden elixir that had just exploded.
This is clearly a young Nascent Soul.
The little Yuanying was only the size of a thumb, with black hair and white clothes, and a purple mark between his eyebrows.
She looks like she is about three years old, with short arms and legs, and is a bit cute.
At this moment, the small sword that had been staying in her consciousness rushed towards her Nascent Soul excitedly.
Flying around her Nascent Soul, the little Nascent Soul seemed to be surrounded by golden light and looked a little sacred.
Finally, the small flying sword flew into the chubby little hand of the little Yuanying.
This little guy is so silly and cute.
At first glance, it's like raising an older son.
After a while, the little Yuanying felt like he was full and burped. Not only that, he also sat down on his own.
Then, she didn't know what was destroying her body again, and then spiritual power surged into her madly again.
The two sides attacked wave after wave.
Di Yange said he wanted to cry.
She didn't feel anything as it destroyed her body.
But every time this spiritual energy surges, the Nascent Soul becomes stronger.
So, what exactly hit her?
She definitely has a grudge against her.
Suddenly she felt itchy on her face and scratched off a piece of skin.
“…”
It should be the mask given to her by Yi Yuehua.
At this moment, the mask seemed to have a problem and could no longer be used.
Helplessly, she could only put the mask away first.
This thing might be useful in the future.
The onlookers outside the light curtain spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"This Demon Emperor is really lucky. She was able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage even with this. She was clearly already badly injured."
"Exactly. Her luck is just too damn good. What kind of destiny curse? I think it should be called destiny. Haha."
"What are you arguing about? If you think she's lucky, you can go touch the light curtain. Go ahead if you have the guts, and stop talking nonsense."
"Oh, let's go."
Afterwards, there were a few screams, and the immortals who touched the light curtain fell to the ground, twitching and bleeding.
"It's so terrifying, worthy of being the most powerful sect in the mortal world. Even the punishment is so perverted."
Yi Yuehua looked at the light curtain and reached out her hand.
Perhaps this is the only way for him to feel better now.
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