"Aunt Ding, where do you want to go in such a hurry?"
Zhao Fan looked at Ding Yue in the sky with a half-smile, and the rope in his hand was filled with purple brilliance. This was the "soul-binding rope" in the "Secret Code of Soul Tribulation", and it was the control type he had touched so far. The strongest among the secret arts, as for the others, they are either not in a realm enough to control, or the control is too weak to restrain the target of the fourth level of Ming Zun.
Ding...Aunt Ding?
Ding Yue's eyes were shocked and angry. She has always been the most beautiful woman in the Three-Eyed Clan. She is loved by thousands of people wherever she goes. How long ago was she called aunt?
Even though he has lost half of his life source and his overall appearance feels a bit older, his skin is still firm and supple, and the sides of his hair have just turned white, and he is still charming.
She suddenly came back to her senses, she was trapped by an unknown rope. Now, it was definitely not the time to act impulsively, so she immediately moved her sandalwood boots with both feet, preparing to forcefully break away from the purple rope.
One step at a time!
Ding Yue felt her body suddenly become lighter, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the broken rope was not so abnormal that even the Sahua boots could not compete with it. However, the next moment she realized something was wrong.
The scene in sight is still the dragon viewing platform of the imperial palace, but there is no need to look down, but to look straight up. The palace chiefs and generals are in front.
Ding Yue seemed to have guessed something. She twisted her white neck with difficulty and looked back. Wherever she looked, she saw a human youth sitting on the throne with his legs dangling!
"how come……"
Ding Yue lowered her head subconsciously. The sandalwood boots on her feet were flashing with colorful brilliance, but they seemed to be ineffective. They did not carry her to jump into the void, and the purple rope wrapped around her waist became tighter and tighter. The already slender waist was tied into a more delicate waist. It seemed that if the purple light rope was tightened just a little bit, his body, the fourth level of the Underworld Lord, would be broken into two pieces!
Ding Yue finally understood why the Shahua Boots didn't respond. It was because it had a hidden mechanism, that is, when the owner's movement would lead to a fatal crisis, it would not jump into the void. Otherwise, take the current situation. It is said that once it is forcibly jumped into the distant void, the only things that will be carried over are the broken legs or the lower body, while the upper body will be broken by the purple light rope and left in place.
Just imagine, in the best case scenario, if the light takes away a lower body, what is the difference between death and death?
If the upper body is left here, even if only one head is left in the fourth level of Mingzun, it will not be fatal. However, there is a human youth here who is helpless even in the Blood Sea Prison of Famous Sword Xuemian!
Even if Ding Yue can activate the power of the underworld to reshape the lower body, so what?
It takes at least ten breaths.
With the strength of that human youth, she could die ten or eight times during this period!
Therefore, the prerequisite for jumping into the void is that the Shahua boots ensure that she can escape safely.
After all, the purpose of escaping is to stay alive. If it means escaping to death faster, there is no point.
As everyone knows, Zhao Fan does not know the hidden mechanism of the sahua boots. He feels that if the opponent is trapped by the soul-binding rope, the sahua boots on his feet will not be able to escape with his body. It is purely a blind cat that encountered a dead mouse...
At this time, Ding Yue, who used to be so radiant, finally had a look of panic on her face. In fact, she had been panicking for a long time, but now she could no longer hide it.
What he was bound to get was the god-level underworld weapon, the treasure of the clan, and one of the sixteen swordsmen. As a result, as the confrontation deepened, Ding Yue was sure at that time that he had seriously underestimated the human youth. If Without strong strength, how could the strange arc-shaped cold light chase to the clan's holy land and kill Xu Beishang?
Therefore, she immediately set fire to the Blood Sea Prison.
But things went against expectations, and the other party got out of trouble at some point. She was still leaning on the throne comfortably and looking at the burning sea of blood like admiring fireworks. They were all the life source of her sacrifice!
