Chapter 1565 (1/2)

Can Mu Yanyan's blood awaken Bai Ling?

Lu Yeming, tall as jade, stood by Jingbo lake. The dark moonlight plated him incomparably cold and deep. The bottom of his eyes was thick and black, and he couldn't see a trace of light.

Feng Sinan stood beside Lu Yeming, quietly looking at the water of the lake and didn't speak.

”Lord, look!”

Then the Vatican whispered.

Lu Yeming raised his handsome eyelids and looked up. The endless water of Jingbo lake was calm, but now there are waves of wind and waves on the lake.

”Brother Yeming, is Bai Ling going to wake up? Great, I wake up Bai Ling!”

Mu Yanyan cheered and cheered. Bai Ling was one of the ancient divine beasts. She was full of spirituality. Her blood awakened Bai Ling. She was proud of herself!

Then there was a loud bang and a flash of thunder across the sky.

The bright moon disappeared quickly, and black clouds came from the top, with a strong wind.

Jingbo lake set off waves, with a demon fishy wind.

What's the matter?

Mu Yanyan's face was white. She hid behind Lu Yeming in fear. ”Brother Yeming, what's the matter?”

Feng Sinan looked up at the sky and whispered, ”night, we wake up Bai Ling in advance. The anger of Bai Ling is sure to change.”

White spirit's anger?

”What white spirit's anger?” Mu Yanyan looked at Lu Yeming in a daze.

Lu Yeming was dressed in a black coat. The hem of the coat was blown by the strong wind. His deep Phoenix eyes gradually deepened, and then hooked a shallow radian on his thin and cool lips.

He glanced at Mu Yanyan and said, ”I can smell the difference in your breath. It's not true or false, not to mention the white spirit of the nine yous divine beast?”

Mu Yanyan's breath stagnated.

”However,” Lu Yeming said faintly, ”I'm not asking you to wake up the white spirit, I'm just asking you... To arouse the anger of the white spirit.”

what do you mean?

Mu Yanyan was stunned.

At this time, a low mellow and pleasant voice sounded, ”stimulate the anger of Bai Ling. Are you fucking looking for death?”

Lu Yeming lifted his eyes and saw Dongfang Yu coming.

Dongfang Yu wore a black high collar shirt, covered with a maple leaf coat, and his handsome face was like a God.

”Ah Yu, you finally came.” Feng Sinan raised his thin lips.

Dongfang Yu narrowed his peach blossom eyes.

Lu Yeming stepped forward, ”Dongfang Yu, this Jingbo lake is actually the water of Jiuyou. Jiuyou is in the lower reaches of Jingbo lake. The anger of the white spirit. The huge waves raised by Jingbo lake will swallow up the whole Jiuyou. You are the son of Jiuyou. You will calm the anger of the white spirit, won't you?”

Mu Yanyan looked ahead. At this time, a huge wave in Jingbo lake came to her face in the strong wind and tsunami, like a beast that can devour people.

Ah!

Mu Yanyan screamed in horror, afraid that she would be shot to death in the waves.

But the waves did not come.

Mu Yanyan raised her eyes and her pupils contracted violently.

Dongfang yujunba stood by the lake. When the demon wave turned over behind him, it quickly retreated and became a small spray.

His maple leaf coat was wet. The wet water vapor made Dongfang Yu more handsome and incredible.

What's going on?

Lu Yeming slowly hooked his lips. ”Little Lord of the East, Jiuyou left a prophecy a hundred years ago. The next Jiuyou goddess will awaken the white spirit a hundred years later. Have you forgotten the prophecy about you?”