"Jun Muyan can't fight back now!" Yaxue screamed excitedly as if she had discovered something new continent, "She can't use her spiritual power if she wants to protect the ancient tower, and she can't even move. Saint, hurry up, kill her while now!"

Yaxue's words made Xue Zhaoguang, Xu Qiankun and others attacked the Honghuang Tower.

Then his eyes lit up one by one.

A tribulation cultivator who cannot move and cannot use spiritual power, even if he is powerful, isn’t he still at slaughter?

And this may be the best opportunity to kill Jun Muyan.

Almost in an instant, half of the attacks in the Demon-Slaying Square turned around and concentrated the fire on Mu Yan.

Zheng--!

Mu Yan tried hard to pluck the strings of the piano, and the sound wall of [Sage Hand Weaving the Sky] covers the whole body with vain.

But the powerful attack firepower covers it.

She still sprayed a mouthful of blood again and could hardly stand.

"Bitch, go and die!" Su Shiqing roared and suddenly came out of nowhere.

The immortal rope in his hand flew out, instantly tied the unable to move Mu Yan tightly.

"Hahaha, I've caught this bitch! I'm the hero who killed Jun Muyan. Marquis, you have to remember my merit!"

While laughing wildly, Su Shiqing drew out the long sword from his waist and stabbed Mu Yan hard in the chest.

However, the next moment, his eyes flashed and he had lost his target.

Su Shiqing was shocked and wanted to retreat, but he heard a jam in his ears.

Then he completely lost consciousness.

Mu Yan threw Su Shiqing's body aside, holding the Seven-Secret Sword, looking at the people surrounding him, and a bloodthirsty smile slowly outlined the corner of his mouth: "Want to kill me? Then let's try it. Who is the one who fell down first!"

Xue Zhaoguang and his friends met the pair of peach blossom eyes that looked down upon by evil spirits, and they were shocked and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Then when he reacted, he was angry and embarrassed: "This bitch now cannot even exert 10% of his strength in order to protect the waste in the prehistoric tower. We have so many high-level monks, are you still afraid that she will not succeed alone!"

"Yes, even if it's exhausting, we'll have to exhaust her alive!"

...

In the ancient tower, everyone could only watch the weak and thin figure outside the tower fighting alone.

Blood dyed the white clothes into a red robe.

Ten, twenty, thirty... More and more monks surrounded her.

It was obviously all scum that was not as good as her at all, but it left scars after scars on her body.

The Lord of the Six Stars, the God of Killing, the youngest tribulation cultivator in the history of the Cultivation Continent, and the most talented genius.

If she wanted, the scum was not even qualified to touch the corners of her clothes.

But what about now?

But her life is being consumed by them little by little.

And all this is just for them! To save their lives!

"We seem to have done something wrong!" Bei Kui Xiangnuan could no longer help and cried, "We shouldn't have come."

If there were fewer than tens of thousands of people from [Qingcheng Army] and [Liangchen Army], the pressure of Mu Yan to protect the prehistoric tower would not be so great.

Their arrival not only did not help Ye Dashen, but instead allowed her to exhaust her last bit of life to protect their lives.

This sentence made many people cry out loud.

It is guilt, regret, and powerless despair.

Bang-!

Xiao Yunchuan suddenly put away the folding fan in his hand, and a signature playboy smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!