The Descendant of the Mystic Fairy!

Wang Chenxiao jumped into the pit and threw the dead wild beast aside. He was ready to grope his way down. After all, he knew who Liao Zongming was talking about.

However…

"Puff!"

Liao Zongming spat out a mouthful of blood and his body twitched as if he was on the verge of death. Gong Liuyun exclaimed, " Third Palace Master, is this guy going to die? "

When Wang Chenxiao heard the commotion, he gave up on searching and quickly went to check on Liao Zongming's situation. After all, he was the empress's precious nephew.

"Tsk!"

"Chi chi!"

At that moment, Liao Zongming's twitching body spewed out flames, almost burning Gong Liuyun to death. The latter was so frightened that he quickly backed away.

Even Wang Chenxiao was unwilling to get close, because the fire spewing out of Liao Zongming's body was cold and burning! It was clearly the extremely pure Nine Heavens Obsidian Flame.