She gave Di Fuyi a hand and stood side by side with him: "We try to fight out!"

She also knew that it was actually very risky to take action at this time, but she really couldn't care!

First of all, she really didn't want to worship Mo Zhao in this hall. Even if she pretended, it wouldn't work. She couldn't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

Secondly, she also understood that once the wedding was over, Mo Zhao would really attack Di Fuyi! She didn't have more time to plan everything, so she could only take one step at a time.

God knew that the moment she was recovering her memory, she felt like she was burning when she remembered the efforts that Di Fuyi had done for her, and her guilt was overwhelmed with warmth. He was willing to be Mo Zhao's prisoner for everything for her and suffered such a long life here. Why couldn't she fight for this life for him?!

Fortunately, her memory was recovered in time!

She could hardly imagine what would happen to her if her memory had not been restored in time and she became this marriage with Mo Zhao, and Di Fuyi would have saved her life. I am afraid that even if she wanted to destroy the world, she would not be able to save all this!

Fortunately, she woke up not too late, and there was hope for recovery.

She has always been waiting for an opportunity, and she tried her best to plan everything without hesitation, until she waited for this opportunity.

When she stabbed the hairpin at Mo Zhao, she pierced it according to the arteries of his heart. She recognized the acupoint accurately, but she was afraid that the prick was not deep enough just now. After the stabbing, she took advantage of the situation and clapped her palm, causing the entire hairpin to penetrate.

She pierced his artery, and it was still so deep, but she didn't expect that Mo Zhao had no intention of falling down until now, and could still command the crowd to beat him.

This wedding was actually very grand. In order to make up for the shortage of foreign visitors, almost everyone in the underground palace came, gathering together, with more than 300 gulps.

These people have good cultivation levels. If they fight in groups, they are probably not against Di Fuyi.

But so what?

As long as she is with him, it doesn't matter if she dies in the same place!

Kill two and earn enough money, kill four and make money!

Gu Xijiu guessed that he was sure to fight dozens of people to death with his current ability.

As for Emperor Fuyi—

He had been tied up by the spirit-removing lock for so long, and his spiritual power should have been almost gone. He could stand by her now, and without her holding her, Gu Xijiu felt very satisfied, so naturally she didn't expect him to fight.

Seeing that everyone around her surrounded her, she turned her head to Di Fuyi and said, "You follow me closely later."

Di Fuyi's eyes flashed slightly, and she nodded: "Okay!"

She was still worried: "Do you stand or not? Do you want me to carry you on your back?"

Di Fuyi shook his head, he was very strong: "Don't force it, don't carry it on your back." He looked at her a few more times: "Xijiu, you seem to have upgraded."

Gu Xijiu didn't notice it herself: "Ah?"

Di Fuyi said, "Look at the palm of your palm you just slapped him. You have already broken through the eighth level of spiritual power, but your soul has broken through."

Gu Xijiu was only nervous just now, but she didn't pay attention to this, but she did feel that she was lighter and stronger than before. She waved her arm, and the point of the sword in her palm was breathing out three feet long and bright sword light...

Her eyebrows stretched out: "It's really eighth level!" As soon as she raised her eyebrows, her confidence increased.

If she breaks out or not, she will increase her skills, and there will be more people who can fight to the death.

"Baby, you created a miracle! You sleep two levels longer!"

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Something happened these days, and the update has slowed down, and I will make up for it in a few days.
Chapter completed!