A cold light flashed across Wuwang's deep peach blossom eyes.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tried hard to suppress the surging blood.
After two seconds of pause.
He glanced at the group of underworld officials outside the Ksitigarbha Palace and said in a deep voice:
"First, clear out the wandering souls of the Styx, and then come back here in an hour."
Dong Yan and Xi Yan looked at Wuwang's condition and hesitated for a moment.
"Lord Di, why don't you rest for half a day first?" Dong Yan's old voice was filled with concern.
"Clearing the wandering souls can slow things down for a few days. Capturing the ghosts is urgent, but your body..."
Wuwang turned around and walked back, speaking indifferently to the stunned Lord Yan, "No need to say more, Lord Yan, I know what to do."
The injury he just suffered.
This was the result of the Destiny Mark returning ten times the pain that Little Tianji had endured to him.
She was hurt.
Wuwang's eyes were calm. He stretched out his hand to close the palace door, quickly took out his mask and put it on, along with his black cloak.
"Like weeping, like a curtain, like thinking of you——"
Accompanied by a clear chant, Wuwang's figure disappeared in the underground palace.
In the conch house.
Shen Mojin gave Chi Jiujiu several top-grade pills in succession, but the woman on the bed still did not show any signs of relief.
After Jiujiu passed out, her facial features were wrinkled and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of her mouth.
Shen Mojin's heart sank to the bottom. He had never regretted and blamed himself so much.
"Xiao Xu has already tried to kill the divine fish. Jiujiu, hold on."
Looking at the dying person.
While Shen Mojin blamed himself, he also felt a strong resentment towards the Mark of Destiny.
As for Chi Jiujiu's destined man, he wishes he could eat his flesh and blood.
"Don't touch her-!!!"
While Shen Mojin was anxiously waiting.
An extremely cold voice came from outside the conch house.
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