But it is enough to summon the natal sword to attack.

"You're crazy! You bitch are so crazy!"

Yan Lezhi shouted almost hysterically, "How dare you hurt the Lord of the Netherworld!"

"Young Master, how are you doing, Young Master?" Yan Lezhi almost burst into tears.

On the contrary, the guard leader breathed a sigh of relief after checking Yin Yuanyi's situation.

With Yin Yuanyi's current cultivation level, even if he was accidentally attacked, how could he be really injured by a little golden immortal?

Yin Yuanyi threw away Yan Lezhi, who was helping him.

His face was ferocious and distorted, rushing towards Mu Yan like an evil ghost.

Yin Yuanyi, who had never been so humiliated and frightened, was almost mad at this time.

The Immortal King-level pressure was cast without reservation.

Mu Yan had just recovered a little, and all the blood faded away.

The demon zither that had already floated into the air, and the demon zither that flew towards her also fell to the ground dejectedly.

Yin Yuanyi grabbed her neck.

He reached out and pulled hard.

The clothes outside were torn to pieces.

"Bitch, be shameless!"

"I am a little tolerant to you, and you think you are a thing?"

"A person as lowly as you, I will play whatever I want! I will be in the public, and I will let everyone take a good look at your lowly look!"

Mu Yan suddenly clenched his lower lip.

Blood oozed out of the pale lips.

She was not suppressing her anger and hatred, but Qihuang who wanted to rush out in the space that was suppressing her.

no!

Not OK yet!

Without reaching a desperate situation, Qihuang must not be exposed.

The only remaining immortal power in the dantian surges.

Mu Yan waved the Seven-Secret Sword and stabbed Yin Yuanyi.

But this time Yin Yuanyi was prepared. With just raising his hand, a black flame burst out from his palm.

Mars burns the wrists on Mu Yan.

A sensational pain followed.

Physiological tears slid uncontrollably down the eyes.

The hand holding the Seven Secret Sword no longer has the strength and can only let the remaining weapons fall.

After Yin Yuanyi took off her weapon.

He raised his hand and slapped her hard in the face.

He had made up his mind to make this ungrateful bitch live and die.

He wanted to watch her crawl at his feet with his own eyes, crying and begging him to pamper her.

However, the slap has not yet fallen.

Yin Yuanyi felt a flash in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.

He was photographed flying out and fell to the ground in a mess.

...

Mu Yan was tortured by [Mingyin Holy Flame] and wanted to die.

That kind of pain is not physical pain.

But even the soul was burned over and over again.

She just felt that all the strength and temperature in her body were drained away little by little.

Not even aware of what just happened.

She only felt like she was being embraced in a somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar embrace.

The clear bamboo fragrance, accompanied by uncontrollable trembling, was passed to her through her thin clothes.

Mu Yan opened her eyes in a daze.

I vaguely saw a handsome face.

Those dark eyes have always been calm and indifferent, and the ancient well is not wavy.

But at this moment, I couldn't suppress my panic and heartache.

Mu Yan blinked gently and shouted softly: "Uncle Master?"

Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes.

The hand he hung beside him clenched into his fist until his nails were deeply embedded in his palm.

Dripping blood.

Only then can you use that little pain to force your surging murderous intent to calm down and your body tremble stops.
Chapter completed!