Morning Star

Chapter 320 Blue Flame

The only thing she didn’t know was the ninth day, but she thought what Fang Hao said was fine.

Besides, isn't it just a body cleansing before taking over as the Demon Lord? It doesn't mean it's going to cost someone's life, right? And the so-called body cleansing is just a bath.

When she thought of this, her heart slowly calmed down.

Follow him and walk slowly inside.

Just as she raised her foot, Fang Hao reminded her: "Miss, you can't help the Lord walk the rest of the way. The Lord has to walk by himself. And as a guardian, I can only stop here and cannot go in."

After all, it was a formal occasion, and even though there were only a few people, they still had to be respectful. Unless they were the Demon Lord's relatives or loved ones, they were not allowed to follow.

She looked up at Mo Xinglan and asked for his opinion.

Mo Xinglan glanced at her and gently rubbed her head: "It's okay."

She then let go of him and followed him inside.

Just as the two of them walked a few steps inside, the snow-white door slowly closed.

Chujiu heard the sound and looked back, but could only see through the slowly closing crack of the door that Fang Hao nodded respectfully, with his index and middle fingers put together and crossed in front of his forehead.

This is the most important etiquette in the Demon Realm.

The last crack closed and the hall was completely sealed.

It was so quiet that you could almost hear each other's heartbeat.

"Star……"

Her heart, which had just calmed down, rose again. She felt a little scared, so she turned around and looked at Mo Xinglan who was walking in front of her and called out softly.

"Yes, I'm here." Mo Xinglan turned around and smiled at her.

Chujiu took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down: "What should I do next?"

He didn't rush to answer her. He looked around and felt unsure.

In fact, he didn't know what to do next.

He is probably the first new Demon Lord in history to be confused in the Holy Lotus Demon Palace.

In the past, the Demon Lord’s body and soul cleansing was done by the previous Demon Lord, so the new Demon Lord just had to follow suit.

He turned around and looked at Chujiu who was asking questions, smiled and shook his head helplessly. He didn't know either.

Chujiu sighed helplessly.

So what was she doing here? To witness how awkward the situation was?

"Let's take another look." Mo Xinglan turned around and walked in front, heading into the hall.

Chujiu looked around as he walked.

Just as Mo Xinglan walked to the center of the hall, a circle of blue light rose from the ground and surrounded him in the center of the blue light.

"Xingxing!" Chujiu hurriedly ran a few steps and reached out to pull him.

But as soon as his hand touched the blue light beam, it was bounced away and hit the door with a bang.

"Jiu'er!"

Mo Xinglan was frightened when he saw this, and was about to fly forward to check how badly she was hurt.

However, the beam of light trapped him so tightly that he couldn't get out.

In his anxiety, he pulled the wound, and the piercing pain went through his body. He knelt on the cold ground, holding the light column. A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and spilled on the ground.

Chujiu was hit hard by the force, and then he was hit hard against the door. He fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Her hair was scattered, and with a "click", the hairpin in her hair fell to the ground.

That was given to her by Mo Xinglan.

She raised her hand to wipe her bloody mouth, reached out to hold the hairpin, supported herself and climbed up with difficulty: "I... I'm fine, I didn't fall anywhere. It just hurts a little, but it will go away after a rest. Don't worry."

It would be a lie to say that she was fine. She was in so much pain all over her body and her head was about to explode.

But even so, she still managed to sit on the ground, leaning against the door and smiling at him, "It's really okay."

The hand holding the hairpin was shaking.

Mo Xinglan could probably feel how powerful the blue light column was, so how could he believe that she was really okay?

But he couldn't get out, so he could only watch her suffer and could do nothing.

"Jiu'er... take a Soul Gathering Pill and two Soul Nourishing Pills, calm your mind and regulate your breathing..."

He raised his head and looked around: "Just bear with it for a while, I will find a way to get out as soon as possible. Don't be afraid."

Now all we can do is comfort and give verbal instructions.

He regretted it. If he had known this would happen, he would not have let her come. It was he who forced her to come. It was he who harmed her.

"Okay." She leaned against the door, smiled slightly, and obediently took out the bottle of medicine with trembling hands.

The things in front of her were hazy, but she couldn't faint, as it would distract him.

This little pain was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling. She had to be strong and not let him be distracted by worrying about her at this time.

He had just vomited blood, and even though there was a blue beam of light between us, she still saw it.

The hairpin that she had been holding in her hand was silently emitting a long blue light.

Mo Xinglan saw that she was regulating her breathing after taking the pill, but he was still worried.

I looked up at the end of the light column and saw a formation above it.

The formation was above, and the surrounding blue light columns came from this formation. If he guessed correctly, there was also a formation under his feet, which was a pair with the formation above. It was just that the formation under his feet had not yet appeared.

He was careless. He should have thought of it earlier. There was no way there was nothing in such an empty hall.

Looking at the formation diagram above, I was thinking about how to crack it.

I didn't notice that the bloodstains on the ground seemed to melt into the ground, slowly forming an incomplete picture, flashing with a faint red light.

At this moment, the formation above began to rotate.

Mo Xinglan's pupils trembled and he dodged instinctively.

A faint blue flame gradually dissipated where I had just been.

This dodging was somewhat strenuous for him, and he stood up and knelt on the ground again.

But the formation didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. It even seemed to be dissatisfied with him for just avoiding the blue flames, and the formation started to rotate rapidly.

In an instant, a dark blue flame rose from the ground in the light column and had nowhere to land.

Mo Xinglan also moved quickly, leaping up despite the pain.

But the flames still touched her feet. Her shoes instantly vanished, revealing her white feet.

As soon as he got rid of the dark blue flame, he condensed the devil energy and spiritual energy from his feet and tried to stand in the air, but the devil energy and spiritual energy he had just condensed disappeared in an instant as if they were swallowed up by the formation.

He was startled, and a blue light appeared at his fingertips, instantly transforming into the Xuanli Sword. He once again gathered the magic and spiritual energy under his feet, using the power of a moment to fly upwards, holding the sword and striking the formation in the sky with all his strength.

The light blue mysterious force attacked the formation like an overwhelming force.

However, the formation that should have been cut in half by this huge force absorbed this force, making it even stronger. At the same time, the dark blue flame below seemed to have gained strength and burned even more vigorously.

When Mo Xinglan was surprised, he was injured by this full-strength attack, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. He suddenly felt dizzy and fell down.

Looking at the gradually approaching ground, Mo Xinglan frowned and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

If he fell from this height, the wounds on his body would open again.

Just when he was ready for the wound to split, it did not come.

Instead, he was engulfed by a ball of dark blue flames, and the clothes and gauze on his body were burned to ashes.

The inky black hair fluttered in disarray, hitting his snow-white skin.

The dark blue flame carried him slowly down to the ground.