Ye Chu refined the yuan Lingzhen yuan of Qinghu, and the blood gas of his opponent was withered, and he constantly fell into Ye Chu's body air sea. Ye Chu's momentum is rioting, strength is soaring, and artistic conception is surging.

Ye Jingyun looked at her side and stared at her. She watched as the body of the body became dry, and the essence of blood was dissipated.

"what magic skill does he use?" Ye Jingyun's heart is sluggish. He stares at Ye Chu straight, and the waves rise in his heart. Is it beyond her imagination that even a person's essence can be transferred to himself?

looking at Ye...