Not only because these hooligans use any means, but also because of the woman playing the piano above.

Her piano kept ringing under the night sky, and no one cared about it at first.

When I realized it, it was too late.

They found that their mysterious energy had become slower, but the other party became more and more braver in the battle. Although their cultivation was lower than theirs, the mysterious energy seemed to be exhausted.

"Elder, hurry up... and work together to kill that woman! Otherwise, our Tiandao Sect will be finished!"

"You...you go to the back mountain to inform the ancestor. Even if the stone gate is blown up, you must ask the ancestor to come out!"

This is already the moment of life and death of their Tiandao Sect.

Thirty-two elders looked at each other and realized this.

Although they are still worried about whether there is a high toxicity in their bodies, if they continue to delay like this, even if they are not poisonous, they will never have a good ending.

"Fight!" One of the elders who were innate and perfect in nature gritted their teeth, "Everyone will go and kill this witch. No matter what, my thousand-year foundation in the Tiandao Sect cannot be destroyed casually!"

Thirty-two people looked at each other and nodded together.

Then it soared into the air at the same time.

However, before they could approach Mu Yan, a sword light slashed over and drew a gorgeous arc in the night sky.

The powerful mysterious energy shook them all back and fell back to the ground.

What shocked these elders was that the sword that forced them back just now was not someone else, but... it was the little boy of four or five years old?

The sword energy just now was clearly emitted by innate cultivation.

But how is it possible for a congenital person who is four or five years old?! What a joke?!

Xiaobao jumped down from mid-air and stood in front of the stone pillar where Mu Yan was. The tender little milk voice said coldly: "Form a formation!"

"As for orders, little master!"

Almost the moment Xiaobao ordered, Yan Haotian and the other two flew out of the battle.

Those who came with them were also captains of the camps such as Hu, Chang Yu, Xueyan, Fang Jingya, Lao Tao.

A dozen people scattered each and surrounded the thirty-two elders who gathered together in the center.

On the stone pillar, Mu Yan's piano sound has begun to change.

The original melodiousness and lingeringness turned into turbulent and rapid.

【Yinghong Yu’s Day】The locking range becomes smaller.

Xiaobao and others seemed to have a layer of golden light crossed, whether it was speed, mysterious energy movement or attack damage, it was improved to a higher level.

On the other hand, the thirty-two elders looked ugly because they could feel that their meridians were strangled by some force, and the mysterious energy could not function smoothly.

However, this is not enough.

With the successful launch of the [Farewell Jinghong] utility.

Mu Yan's fingers jumping on the strings became faster and faster, as if there were afterimages.

And the sound of the piano was even more like a storm, making people unable to tell whether there were any syllables.

[Draw the ground into a prison], [Flowering life is like a dream] is launched at the same time.

The thirty-two elders wanted to scatter and defeat Xiaobao and others.

But I found myself trapped in a small area and could not move at will.

At the same time, those who had low cultivation only felt dizzy in their heads, and hallucinations that frightened him continued to appear in front of them.

There are those women who were killed after being ruined by them, the infant spirits of the fetus they dissected and eaten, and countless unjust souls who died in vain.

"Don't... don't come here! I didn't kill you, don't kill me...ahhhhh-!"
Chapter completed!