"Sixth Sister, you have always been... so powerful, and there has never been any difficulty that can stump you... I beg you to tell me that you can save Senior Brother... You said!"

People from Xiaoyao Sect have always been willing to shed blood than cry.

At this moment, almost everyone was in tears.

Qin Jiu's expression was a little stupid, and she didn't seem to figure out what was going on.

But when he saw everyone crying, his tears also slid down.

He knelt in front of Yun Ruohan, patted his chest, and said to Mu Yan: "Little Junior Sister... I want blood, flesh, use mine... Xiaoqi is too thin, it's not good... Use mine, save... save senior brother!"

He shouted for a long time, and saw that everyone was just crying and ignoring him.

He pulled Ling Yusheng and Leng Yumo in confusion and said stumbling: "Xiaowu, Yumo, I... I'm strong and have a lot of flesh... I really can... you... you guys say to my junior sister for me... Let's talk!"

Ling Yusheng could no longer hold on, and sat down on the ground, covering his face, and wailing in pain.

If possible, he also wants to give his flesh and blood to the eldest brother, as long as... as long as the eldest brother can survive.

Leng Yumo pulled out the Red Lotus Sword and slashed at the huge rock in the distance.

With a bang, the flames surged and the huge rocks shattered into powder.

Leng Yumo threw down the long knife, knelt down in front of Mu Yan, grabbed her hand, and cried, "Little Junior Sister, can he live without his elder brother? Can he live without his elder brother? We are the seventh sons of Xiaoyao! If we are missing the elder brother, then what are we?"

Seven and sixth ones are equivalent to having nothing, and they can never return to the past.

Yun Ruohan was already in his heart, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel heartache.

However, his body had been necrotic.

Even my vision is blurred a little, let alone shed tears.

He couldn't even say a few words to comfort his junior brother and sister.

"Little junior sister."

Suddenly, a low, dumb and steady voice sounded.

Mu Yan's gaze turned to Chu Moli.

Her third senior brother has a mysterious origin, a mysterious strength, and his thoughts are unpredictable.

Mu Yan had never seen him crying, nor had he ever seen his truly happy smile.

Sometimes, she even wondered whether Chu Moli, the man, always wore a mask and would never show his true sincerity in front of others.

But at this moment, I saw myself pushing the wheelchair and slowly heading towards Chu Moli who was coming.

Compared to the others in Xiaoyao Sect, his expression was so calm and calm.

There was no tear at the corner of his eyes, and his every move was flowing like that, and he was calm and unsurprising.

It is obvious that Chu Moli is no different from that in daily life.

But Mu Yan looked at Chu Moli who was slowly moving, but she felt as if she had touched the true heart of this third senior brother.

"Little Junior Sister." Chu Moli slowly raised his head, looked at Mu Yan, and asked word by word, "The body reborn from the body is dead, and the spiritual cultivation cannot continue to survive. What if it is... the demon cultivation?"

Mu Yan was stunned, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and the chaotic thoughts whizzed by.

If you give up the reborn body and die, you cannot continue to survive by cultivating the spirit. What if you... cultivate the demon?

"Little Junior Sister? What does the third senior brother mean?"

The anxious inquiries from everyone in Xiaoyao Sect came from his ears.

But these sounds seemed to be far away from Mu Yan.

She walked to Yun Ruohan step by step, slowly grabbed his already cold and stiff hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Xu Yilun can survive, Jiusha can survive... Why can't you, senior brother?"
Chapter completed!