Is The Big Villain Crazy, Really Made The Empress Into A Puppet?

At a glance, he arrived at a palace in the depths of the Qingluan Saint Clan.

Luo Qingluan was lying in a pool of divine soul source liquid with a pale complexion, the breath all over her body was weak, the rune was stagnant, and sometimes the sound of concussion spread from her body, bringing bursts of pain on her face.

Qingluan Bird Xiaoqing stood beside Luo Qingluan, with human worry flashing in her small eyes, and a cyan light spewing from her mouth, as if she was protecting Luo Qingluan.

"Junchen, you use the divine soul to confer the divine position to carry the original energy of the divine soul, and then repair Qingluan's divine soul injury, which can help her fuse the two souls."

"I'll leave Qingluan's affairs to you. I'll keep watch outside, and I won't let anyone disturb you."

With that said, Luo Haiyuan took a few steps to block off the entire hall, isolating all the auras.

Nangong Junchen smiled bitterly, but Luo Haiyuan was relieved, he didn't hesitate, and immediately thought of it, poured the power of the soul into the gods and conferred the position of the gods, and soon the chaotic energy of the gods and souls was withdrawn.

Immediately, a layer of soft light was blown into the position of the divine soul, and it fell on the center of Luo Qingluan's eyebrows.

Following, Nangong Junchen's eyes flickered, and his thoughts had reached the depths of Luo Qingluan's soul.

Inside, the figures of two thoughts were entrenched, as if the old monk had entered the meditation, the breath was weak, and the eyes were tightly closed.

The figures were green and black, all with the face of Luo Qingluan, sitting several meters apart.

A faint cyan flame was burning all over his body, and a faint black flame was burning all over his body.

The long Qingluan bird chirped from the blue figure, radiating tranquility and peace.

A violent roar spread from the black figure, like a battle in an ancient battlefield.

Between the cyan and black figures, there are dozens of filaments connected, regardless of each other, but the middle of the filaments seems to be in fierce confrontation, and the interconnected strength is against the mutual pulling force.

Fusion and rupture are the state Luo Qingluan is experiencing at the moment.

Luo Qingluan's two soul bodies, if successfully merged, their strength will reach an unprecedented height.

On the contrary, if there is a direct break, Luo Qingluan will definitely suffer the most tragic backlash from his soul, and he will not even wake up.

Nangong Junchen did not hesitate at this moment, and directly divided the chaotic energy of the soul into two strands and sent them into Luo Qingluan's two soul bodies respectively.

Boom!

The sound swayed away, and the sound of the two soul bodies was suppressed, and the flames all over the body were also stabilized.

Following that, a layer of white light rose from the two soul bodies and turned into a thin layer of gauze, wrapping them up.

"The soul is conferred the position of God, the two souls are one, and all thoughts are one."

Following Nangong Junchen's motive, the divine soul conferred a dazzling aurora, directly protecting the two soul bodies firmly.

Immediately afterwards, the two soul bodies drew closer together, and the thin lines between them became thicker one after another, firmly securing the connection between the two.

"Girl, we are saved."

"Looking at this man, for you, he did not hesitate to consume the chaotic energy of the legendary sacred object. His affection for you is true."

"Listen to my words, relax, let's take this opportunity to merge, then you and I will have the same mind, what you think is what I think, and what you love is also what I love."

One after another voices flowed between the hearts of the two, and the main soul and the second soul released their hearts and accepted the other "self".

After dozens of breaths, the two soul bodies came into contact, and the cyan and black rays of light immediately collided, blended, and finally evolved, forming a shape of a Tai Chi map.

At this time, the two soul bodies finally turned into one.

The illusory soul body opened its eyes in an instant, and the bright eyes flashed with a strange light, and there was a faint wave of spring light fluctuations.

Outside of her consciousness, Luo Qingluan also opened her eyes, her expression was a little confused, her eyes were slowly recovering, and after more than ten breaths, the figure of Nangong Junchen appeared in her line of sight.

At this time, Nangong Junchen closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, with a solemn expression on his face, he urged his soul to become a god. He didn't know that Luo Qingluan had woken up.

Luo Qingluan's body trembled slightly, and a murmur spread: "Junchen..."

Like a spark, it fell into the depths of her consciousness, as if countless times and countless reincarnations had passed, all her thoughts about Nangong Junchen from her slumber were awakened.

"Junchen, can we still meet?"

"Junchen, if I can wake up, I'll give myself to you."

All thoughts turned into love.

Luo Qingluan had a red cloud on her face, she couldn't hide her shyness, the love in her eyes slowly became blurred, and the accumulation of countless emotions finally completely detonated her love.

The clothes all over her body faded, and the blue light in the sky turned into a love and a bed. She casually pulled Nangong Junchen to her side and walked over.

The red luan is stacked, the spring is surging, and a long sigh is washed in the hearts of the two.

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Luo Qingluan's awakening made Luo Haiyuan and all the elders of the Qingluan Saint Clan heave a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Nangong Junchen's righteous devotion to "the spirit of chaos and chaos" was also deliberately spread by Luo Haiyuan, so that all the clan elders were clearly informed.

"The spirit of chaos in the soul is a legendary sacred object. If Nangong can give it to Qingluan, there is no doubt about his intentions."

In the council hall, the core high-level officials of the Qingluan Saint Clan are all there.

Luo Haiyuan presided over the discussion and brought up the matters of Nangong Junchen and Luo Qingluan for discussion.

"Patriarch, Nangong Junchen is very generous, but he is an outsider after all. How can he be worthy of Qingluan?"

"Yeah, we rarely communicate with the outside world. How can we marry the noble saint to the outside world? Isn't this a joke for the hundred tribes?"

"I think you are too stubborn. The Dragon Emperor Saints have already come forward to recruit Nangong Junchen as their son-in-law. Are we going to watch the Dragon Emperor Saints pry our corner?"

When the elders discussed, the overall opinion was divided into two factions.

"Patriarch, it's better to postpone the discussion on this matter. The selection of the saint's daughter was originally planned to take place after the Holy River baptism, but this time the Holy River baptism changed, and the assessment after the Holy River baptism could not be carried out as scheduled. It can be said to be an anticlimactic." A highly respected clan elder said.

"Why delay?"

Suddenly, a figure suddenly stepped out of the void and appeared in front of everyone.

All the clan elders were stunned for a moment, and they all showed shocking expressions: "Qingluan, have you entered the jurisdiction?"

The entire hall fell silent in an instant.

Luo Qingluan was dressed in blue clothes, her blue eyes exuded a faint majesty, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Every clan elder, why do you suspend the discussion about me and Junchen?"

Luo Haiyuan said with a stern face: "Qingluan, this is not the place you should come, you go first, we have our own conclusions about you and Junchen."

"Dad, who said I couldn't come here?"

Luo Qingluan's expression was indifferent, and a layer of bright blue light suddenly rushed out of his body.

The flames fluctuated, centered on her, rippling in circles, hitting everyone present in an instant.