Fantasy: My Concubine Asked Me To Marry The Empress

"Are you really going?"

Anxiang looked at the black earth not far away with lingering fear.

The last time I came here, before I went deep, groups of dead bodies emerged from the ground, carrying endless dead energy.

"If you are afraid, just stay here and wait for me."

Mu Chen pinched Anxiang's slender willow waist, and spoke very softly.

He has always been very gentle when dealing with women who belong to his own body and mind.

But Anxiang shook her head and refused.

"Since I promised to spend the rest of my life with you, I naturally have to face this tribulation together.

At the same time, I also want to prove that..."

Dim Xiang carefully took Mu Chen's hand and placed it on her sizeable chest.

"I want to prove that although I have a temporary intention for you, I am sincere."

"It's only been a day, and you gave yourself to me so simply?"

"Who told you to be so good? To be honest, when I saw that Ye Ji had a close relationship with you, the pride of heaven, I was jealous in my heart.

But now..."

"I'm just like her."

After finishing speaking, Anxiang opened her red lips lightly, and stood on tiptoe voluntarily.

Although the woman in his arms spoke sincerely, Mu Chen knew that Anxiang was just obsessed with her own body, appearance, status and potential.

If you want to talk about feelings, I'm afraid there is only life-saving grace.

But it doesn't matter, after all, love grows after a long time.

Wasn't it the same when attacking Ming Junsheng's adoptive mother?

Zhiyan, who was pregnant with the body of Lingyu, was also reluctant at first, and was more curious about him.

But it was curiosity that made Mu Chen drink her green tea again and again.

After a while, Mu Chen walked into the black earth with a dark fragrance.

"The place where the treasure hunt Feng Shui compass gave birth to the induction is in the center of this land!"

Anxiang pointed to a basin, but the next moment, in her sight, countless black mist gushed out from the ground.

At the same time, each arm broke through the soil, allowing the dilapidated body to see the light again.

"Be careful!"

As soon as Dian Xiang finished speaking, Mu Chen made a move.

The light blue Yin & Yang Xuanhuo enveloped the two of them, and the death energy blowing towards their faces dissipated instantly as if they had encountered a nemesis.

At the same time, a huge flaming sword crashed down from the sky, disintegrating thousands of dead bodies.

"So strong."

Seeing that Mu Chen cleared a large open space with one sword strike, An Xiang who was holding Mu Chen's neck couldn't help being surprised.

But Mu Chen's subsequent performance was even more ferocious.

I saw a golden long knife flashing past, and a dazzling light of the knife swept out, beheading a terrifying dead body flying towards you.

"Is this Heaven's Punishment Nine Cuts? It seems to be the seventh cut. He has only been in the Promise Palace for more than a month, and he has already practiced the seventh cut!"

Heaven's Punishment Nine Slashes is the supreme Secret Technique of Promise Palace, and the dark fragrance is naturally heard.

According to the rumors, only a very few of the holy sons in the past have been able to practice the seventh cut, which is equivalent to a heaven-level spiritual skill.

And how long has Mu Chen been in Promise Palace?

"Mu Chen, you are indeed a genius among geniuses!"

Anxiang, who knew it well in her heart, tightened her arms, and became more and more determined in her mind.

Bai Mu, people go to high places, but water flows to low places. Mu Chen is better than you, so I will naturally choose him.

Also, although I haven't met you before.

But I can be sure that Mu Chen's saber is definitely the top of the list!

More powerful than yours!

I can't live without it.

Thinking of this, a hint of intoxication and aftertaste flashed in Anxiang's beautiful eyes.

"Mu Chen said that he will play some new tricks with me tonight, so looking forward to it..."