Yayun's gaze turned to Mu Yan, who was fighting against Xuanyuan, and said quietly: "The seven demons of Xiaoyao are all destroyed. We will make their crimes public to the world again, and Xiaoyao Sect will disappear from now on. Mr. Yunxiao has nowhere to go. At that time, Saint, please come forward and invite him to come to our Mule Pavilion as a guest minister. Is he still qualified to refuse?"

"Even if Mr. Yun Xiao is really sad for a few days, as long as you stay with him every day, relieve him and comfort him, can he really not be moved when facing a peerless beauty like you?"

Wu Lan's hand holding [Bingxue Duyou] suddenly trembled: "I never thought of imprisoning Mr. Yun Xiao in Mule Pavilion..."

"The saint is willing to do it, watching Mr. Yun Xiao and Jun Muyan's witch stay together and fly together? Saint, are you really not jealous or hateful?"

"What's more, Jun Muyan slaughtered the people of the city in Fusang City, and then went to our northern continent to make trouble, destroying your reputation as a Saint. And the land of the impure abyss, have you seen who can come out alive from it, and who can control the black fog?"

"What she does is not like the witch who has fallen into the evil path at all? If such a person is allowed to be with Mr. Yun Xiao, wouldn't even Mr. Yun Xiao be destroyed?"

Yayun's voice was getting lower and lower, but it was getting closer and closer to Sanlan's ears.

The soft and soft voice was like a spell, entangling in Sanlan's heart and making her eyes more and more blurred.

It was not so easy for Sanlan to fall into the illusion.

But at this time, her mind was in agitation and her thoughts were confused, and she was easily controlled by Yayun.

Gradually, the kindness in my heart was replaced by unwillingness and hatred, and my trust and attachment to Mulege gradually evolved into unscrupulous maintenance.

When Wu Lan closed his eyes and opened it again, his eyes were already cold: "You are right. Evil demons should be punished. I cannot let Mr. Yun Xiao's reputation be destroyed by once, and I cannot let Mulege's ten thousand-year foundation be ruined in my hands."

She slowly looked at the villagers of Yuanwu Village and the coma Xiaoyao Liuzi, and said in a deep voice: "These people must die!"

A satisfied smile slowly appeared on Yayun's face, and she took a step back and said, "Then please ask the saint to punish these evil demons and blasphemers with your own hands and send them to hell!"

Seeing Wu Lan slowly approaching with the cold holding of the ice and snow, the hope that the villagers of Yuanwu Village, which had finally been ignited, was shattered again.

At this moment, my heart was full of resentment, but I was unable to resist, so I could only close my eyes hopelessly.

[Ice and Snow alone] The strings are plucked.

But this time, what was played was not a clear and ethereal sound, but a cold and bleak sound killing technique.

However, the piano sounded.

Wen Huanglang, Lin Shaomin and others who were standing in front were not the bone-broken pain of being cut.

Instead, a short and shrill scream.

Wen Huanglang subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a bloody corpse falling in front of him.

His eyes were filled with incredible horror.

And just now, Wu Lan's attack fell on him.

It was also this blow that made his only remaining breath dissipate and eventually died.

"Big...Great Elder!!"

Yayun's calm and confident facial expression suddenly cracked when she bewitched Wu Lan just now, "Why... why is this happening?!"

How could the Great Elder Xuanyuan die?

Didn’t he gain the upper hand just now?!
Chapter completed!