As soon as Xi Yue took the God Emperor out of the ice prison, the seal placed by Patriarch Hongjun on the God Emperor's Yuan Shen was activated. This seal was both a sleeping curse that made the Yuan Shen fall asleep, and also a spell that would cause the Yuan Shen to fall asleep if the Yuan Shen left the place where the curse was first placed.

The death curse that causes gods to spontaneously combust did not occur to Siyue that the god emperor's soul was sealed, and the sealed soul could not tell Siyue that he could not leave this ice prison.

Siyue smelled something like her hair being burnt. She looked at the God Emperor in her arms and found black smoke coming from his chest.

"No……"

Siyue screamed loudly, and quickly tried to stop him by using his power, but it was already too late, and the entire body of the God Emperor quickly turned into ashes.

Siyue couldn't believe it, and her painful cry echoed throughout Qingjiang: "Bei...my Bei..."

Under the leadership of Murong Ye, ancestor Hongjun quickly found Baiyue Pavilion, broke through the protective barrier of Xiyue, and found the Donghuang Bell.

Donghuang Zhong was locked in a room full of medicine jars, his body was soaked in a large steaming medicine jar, his eyes were closed, and he was probably under a sleeping curse.

"Girl, girl..." Ancestor Hongjun raised his hand to undo the sleeping spell, took out the Donghuang Bell from the medicine vat, and drying her clothes with a thought in the snow, he called softly

The butterfly feather-like eyelashes slowly lifted, and the big bright eyes were blank. The familiar smell at the end of the nose made the eyes focus, and the cherry mouth weakly poured out: "Uncle..."

"She's fine!" Murongye was a little worried when he saw that Donghuang Zhong's skin was soaked black.

"There is a little trouble, I can solve it!" Ancestor Hongjun picked up Donghuang Zhong and walked out of the pharmacy. He went to the sun and sat her on a stool in the yard. With a wave of snow thought, a layer of white snow covered her.

Donghuang Bell, the sun shines directly on the white snow, emitting dazzling light, the snowflakes begin to melt, and the white snow particles turn into black water, which flows to the ground one by one, and the exposed skin returns to its original whiteness and smoothness.

"Uncle, I want to go home!" Donghuang Zhong leaned on the stool tiredly. His bright eyes lost their previous dazzling halo and became a little dim.

"Okay, let's go home!" He bent down and picked up Ruoxue on the stool and left Baiyue Pavilion.

Murong Ye looked at Donghuang Zhong who was held in the arms of Patriarch Hongjun. There was a hint of loneliness in her eyes. She ignored him from beginning to end.

"Murong Ye, I owe you for your help in this matter. If you come with us, Siyue will probably go to Fengshen Mansion to cause trouble for you!"
Chapter completed!