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Chapter 49 Empress Xuan Bing, Empress Red Flame!

Fang Chen got out of bed, moved his body, and looked up out of the window.

  The moon hangs in the sky, like a jade plate.

  Tonight is a rare full moon.

  "Full moon?"

 Fang Chen was startled, and then the Tianji Tower at his neck suddenly flashed a bright white light, covering Fang Chen's whole body.

 As soon as the figure flashed, Fang Chen disappeared into the room.

 When his vision returned to normal, Fang Chen had already appeared in a boudoir full of brittle coldness.

  The red tent with candles and the swaying bead curtain.

 Faintly, Fang Chen saw a graceful figure lying on the jade bed, moaning in pain.

The bone-chilling chill was centered on this person and spread to all directions, condensing a shallow layer of frost on the ground.

  "Your Majesty the Empress!"

  Fang Chen hurriedly walked over and found Xiao Yuluan, the Black Ice Empress, with her eyes closed tightly, her pretty face pale and curled up on the bed, and there was a suppressed cry of pain in her nose.

 The most exaggerated thing is that at this time, Xiao Yuluan has astonishing lines of cold air from the netherworld that are escaping crazily.

 Hair that was originally dark and long turned silvery-white again, looking extremely monstrous.

   "What a terrifying ghostly cold air!"

  Fang Chen was slightly startled.

  Xiao Yuluan is a Netherworld Xuanyin body, and his body contains extremely pure Netherworld cold energy.

Although this kind of physique allows Xiao Yuluan to excel in martial arts and improve rapidly, because she was once cursed by heaven, the cold will occur every full moon, making Xiao Yuluan suffer the bone-piercing pain of the cold air.

  If it cannot be suppressed in time, Xiao Yuluan will definitely run away with cold energy, disorder his energy and blood, go crazy, and explode to death.

 The only way to suppress the cold body is to have soul-spiritual communication with the most yang and strong body and practice life cultivation.

 With no time to think, Fang Chen resisted the terrifying cold air and strode towards Xiao Yuluan.

  "Empress, please bear with me!"

 Fang Chen looked solemn, helped Xiao Yuluan sit up, activated the Pure Yang Holy Body, and began to absorb the cold air of the netherworld in Xiao Yuluan's body.

 The "Yin Yang Creation Sutra" also started working crazily, refining all the cold energy and transforming it into the purest spiritual power.

 Yin and yang are created by nature, the soul and soul are in harmony, the life is cultivated, and Tai Chi is harmonized.

 As the coldness of the netherworld on Xiao Yuluan's body gradually decreased, Fang Chen's body also began to emit a layer of gleaming white light.

 This is the manifestation of the vision of "The Immovable Golden Body".

 Fang Chen actually did not use the cold air of the netherworld to improve his cultivation. Instead, he used it to temper his physical body.

 After all, he has just made a breakthrough in cultivation, so there is no need to rush to improve his cultivation for a while. On the contrary, in the body tempering realm, it is a process of tempering the body.

 Since it has been rebuilt, Fang Chen must make the foundation of each small realm extremely solid and solid, so that he can go higher and further.

Fang Chen also discovered that using the cold air of the netherworld to practice the "Immovable Golden Body" and temper the physical body, the effect was surprisingly good.

 This made Fang Chen even more surprised, and he began to exert great efforts to activate the Pure Yang Holy Body and absorb the cold cold air in Xiao Yuluan's body.

 After an unknown amount of time, the bright white light on Fang Chen's body gradually disappeared, and his physical strength had doubled compared to before.

 That’s a force of ten thousand kilograms!

 In the same situation, it seems that no one can withstand the pure power of his punch.

 Just before Fang Chen could feel the power carefully, a rough force knocked Fang Chen down.

  "My Lady the Empress..."

 Looking at those beautiful ice-blue eyes, Fang Chen's throat couldn't help but roll.

  "Stop talking!"

  Xiao Yuluan waved his hand, and the bed curtains dropped, hiding the two entangled figures.

  Cultivation does not take many years.

 After three days and three nights, the satisfied Xiao Yuluan had fallen into a deep sleep, with a look of happiness still remaining on her pretty face.

 The whole person has returned to normal.

 Fang Chen, who was on the side, gradually woke up from his cultivation state, his eyes sparkling.

 "I didn't expect that the realm has been consolidated, and the physical strength has indeed more than doubled."

 Fang Chen glanced at Xiao Yuluan who was sleeping soundly, and he understood.

 As expected, practicing with the Empress would be more effective.

 Although she struggled every time, she was a dignified empress, and the yin in her body was the most nourishing elixir in the world.

 But even if Fang Chen possesses the Pure Yang Holy Body, if he were an ordinary person and dared to practice so intensely, he would probably have turned into a human and done it long ago.

 Him quietly got out of bed. Just as Fang Chen was about to exit this space, a jade hand suddenly popped out from the void, grabbed Fang Chen's collar, and pulled him into the void.

 In front of him was a scorching red flame, overwhelming the sky and the earth. In the center of the flame was a heroic woman wearing a flame veil.

  She may not have the cold temperament of the Black Ice Empress Xiao Yuluan, but her domineering aura like the God of War is even more impressive.

  Empress Red Flame, Nangong Zhuo!

"I've met the Empress."

 H Seeing Nangong Zhuo looking at him expressionlessly, Fang Chen couldn't help but feel a little numb, as if a man who had done something wrong was caught on the spot by his wife and felt a little guilty.

   "It seems that that bitch Xiao Yuluan is really good at serving others, and she actually makes you so happy to miss Shu."

   As soon as Nangong Zhuo opened his mouth, Fang Chen quickly said: "The Empress has misunderstood. , Empress Xuan Bing and I are just practicing normally."

  "Really?"

  Nangong Zhuo hooked his finger, and Fang Chen was pulled in front of Nangong Zhuo by an irresistible force.

 At this time, Fang Chen discovered that the flame gauze on Nangong Zhuo's body was really just a thin layer. Except for blocking a few places, the rest of the place was completely exposed.

This actually gives Nangong Zhuo, who usually only wears red flame armor, a subversive sense of contrast.

 The pure yang energy that Fang Chen had finally suppressed suddenly surged through his body.

  As if aware of this, Nangong Zhuo lightly traced his fingers across Fang Chen's chest, and sneered: "Men, they are all the same!"

  "Her Majesty, the Empress, I..."

  As soon as Fang Chen was about to speak, he was pressed down by Nangong Zhuo arrogantly.

  "Boy, if you don't satisfy this emperor, I will kill you now!"

  Fang Chen's heart trembled when he felt the murderous intention that suddenly emerged from Nangong Zhuo's body.

 Even though Nangong Zhuo usually seems to be very talkative, Fang Chen actually knows it very well.

Both Xiao Yuluan and Nangong Zhuo only regarded him as a furnace and a tool man.

  If they are dissatisfied, they can easily crush themselves to death with just one thought.

 Easier than trampling an ant to death.

 Isn't it too difficult to deal with these two empresses?

 Fang Chen looked like he was willing to die generously, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Your Majesty the Empress, even if I die, I will not let you down!"

 Fang Chen said in a low voice only after four days that he begged for mercy.

  Fang Chen also breathed a sigh of relief.

  "In that case, I'll take my leave first."

Fang Chen's face looked slightly pale and his body was trembling a little, so he quickly stepped out of the space.

  "Ouch, my waist!"

  Fang Chen, who returned to the room, held his waist and breathed in cold air.

  Xiao Yuluan and Nangong Zhuo, one is cold and the other is fiery. This kind of extreme experience is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

 Even Fang Chen almost killed half of his life.

  "Oh no, I forgot to ask Nangong Zhuo, what level is my sword palace."

  Slapping his head suddenly, Fang Chen was secretly annoyed: "Sure enough, women will only affect the speed of my sword draw."