He looked at Di Mingjue with tears in his eyes, then at Old Chang, and couldn't help but scream: "Call... Call the Medicine King, hurry up! Save the Lord!"

"What?!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black flame rushed out of Di Mingjue's chest, making a sizzling burning sound.

"This, what is this?!"

Old Chang's pupils suddenly widened and he exclaimed: "Curse, this is a curse! Master, how could you be eroded by a curse?!"

Di Mingjue's face was pale, and there was not even a drop of blood on his lips.

But there was no emotional fluctuation on the handsome and innocent face, and he just said lightly: "It's just a curse, there's no need to make a fuss. Go and invite Han Chujiu to come, don't make any noise about this matter for the time being."

"Yes...yes!" Mr. Chang responded with a trembling voice, turning around and leaving.

Xinglang's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who? Who dares to hurt the Lord? And [curses] are taboos for spiritual cultivation. How dare they blatantly violate the iron law of heaven?!"

"Cough cough cough... Because there are too many blind spots that cannot be restricted by the sky. Ying Mei forced herself to stand up, swallowed a pill given to her by Mu Yan, and then took a breath and said, "Someone knows that you went to the floating island and deliberately intercepted there..."

If Di Mingjue hadn't been so powerful that he was completely beyond the other party's imagination.

The [Corruption Mantra] I have been infected with now is more than just a little bit?

If she and Han Ye were not protected by the Lord, they would probably not have been able to come back alive this time.

How could they have thought that there was such a secret organization in the Continent of Cultivation, and the Hate Realm was so deep-rooted.

In order to kill Di Mingjue, he even let a quasi-immortal king be buried with him without hesitation.

Di Mingjue lowered his long eyelashes slightly to cover the cold light in his eyes, "Star Wolf, go check someone."

He dared to separate him from Yan Yan and could not stay together for even three months.

Then be ready to pay enough!

Xinglang quickly knelt down and said, "Yes! Who are you looking for?"

"Prince of the Netherworld, Mu Liuyun."

Xinglang was stunned. At first, he didn't even remember who Mu Liuyun was? Is there a priest in the Netherworld?

But he always obeyed Di Mingjue's advice, so he bowed and took the order without hesitation.

===

Because of Di Mingjue's sudden departure, Mu Yan had no intention of staying in Lingmiao Mountain again.

He simply said goodbye to Xiang Yunzhou and took Ruan Yanan back to Xiaoyao City.

However, on the way, Xiaobao suddenly had a problem.

In the space of the Heavenly Demon Piano, the little man's face was flushed, leaning against Mu Yan's arms, gasping for pain.

However, no matter how Mu Yan took his pulse, he could not find out what the cause was.

Mu Yan felt that a heart was thrown into the thorns, tightly tightly, and the pain was so painful that it could not breathe.

"Qihuang, what's wrong with Xiaobao?"

Her mind was blank, and all bad thoughts flashed through her mind one by one.

She even remembered what Baili Yinluo said back then.

The too pure body of fairy spirit may not live to be ten years old.

Qihuang stood in front of Xiaobao, looked at him with his head down, and his brows slightly frowned.

His eyes seemed full of doubts.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, pressed it on Xiaobao's forehead, closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

"Qianhuang!"

Qihuang opened his eyes, looked at Mu Yan with a complicated expression, and after a while hesitated, "It should be... nothing happened."

"How come you can't wake up with a high fever without any trouble?"

"If the deity did not respond correctly, he seemed to be affected by the power of his blood."

Mu Yan was stunned: "The power of blood? What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!