Seven days later, in the Holy Sect plane, in a valley, in a small courtyard. On the bed, a figure was surrounded by a faint white light, and its eyes were closed, but it was in a deep coma.

The white-robed old man was an orthodox transcendent powerhouse, so even if the qi consumption was serious, in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, it was very different. Therefore, the white light surround is just his instinctive protection and defense, and there is nothing special.

Inside the thatched hut is simple furnishings, and at the moment only the old man in the white robe is lying on the bed. Seven days have passed, and Muyang has also used a lot of means, but he can't wake him up from the coma, which is also quite a headache.

The silver-white protective light began to be unstable again at a certain moment. This is the first time? Every unconscious eruption will destroy an area, and Muyang has changed many places.

The surging of white light formed a pillar of light, and it rose into the sky. After an instant, the surrounding hundreds of miles of land were reduced to ruins. This kind of destructive force is not something that ordinary planes can withstand.

Feeling this aura, a figure not far away quickly flashed and rushed towards the direction of the hut. The hands quickly sealed, and then a pink petal appeared in the palm of the palm. The petals instantly enlarge, covering the hut.

Boom, boom, boom, hum... After a muffled sound, the petals exploded with a snap. But eventually, the turmoil in the hut gradually subsided, and there was no tendency to continue to explode. Seeing this, Mu Yang slowly lowered his figure and exhaled a long breath.

"How many times has this been? If I hadn't figured out such a solution, how many places would we have to change? Old man, let me tell you, I don't have that much time to spend with you, if you can't get out of the horns..."

Thinking back to when Mu Yang first brought the white-robed old man here, the latter's aura was very unstable. Muyang took a lot of effort to stabilize. And tried to enter his divine consciousness, but found that there was chaos in his divine consciousness, and nothing could be found at all.

Not only that, for the invasion of Muyang's divine sense, the white-robed old man instinctively repelled it. He seemed to be running away from something, not wanting to face what had happened before. Muyang has also had such an experience.

Therefore, Muyang is also very understandable. So he helped again and again, and spent his breath again and again to help the white-robed old man stabilize. On the surface, there is no deal between the white-robed old man and the red-robed old man, but in fact?

The same fate is a different choice, this is the difference in nature. Regarding the blackening of the old man in the red robe, the old man in the white robe really felt powerless. If you continue to let it go, the power of the old man in the red robe will completely explode, what will become of it?

"I'll tell you one last time, the old man in the red robe has already written a war against me. Because Dan Jingu has become his second stronghold, his existence is clear to us. Now the situation has become uncritical, and we cannot help it. ”

The implication is that even if the white-robed old man is a transcendent powerhouse, if he continues like this, Muyang will not be able to protect him. Mu Yang didn't have time to accompany him to consume, the foundation of the Holy Sect must be guarded, and there was also the matter of promising the Holy King.

Suddenly, I felt that the burden on my body was really heavy. If you dig your own hole, you must fill it yourself. Therefore, since there is the protection of the reincarnated golden lotus, then Muyang can also temporarily put down the white-robed old man's side and solve the current crisis first.

The hands were sealed, and the phantoms of the golden lotus flowers appeared. With a thought, it slowly merged around the white-robed old man. Mu Yang exhaled a long breath: "There is only so much I can do, the rest is up to you." ”

With the induction of essence and blood, Mu Yang's heart became very hot. Because the disciples of the Holy Sect have a very close connection with him, once something happens, as long as he is within a certain range, he can clearly sense and even see certain pictures.

Therefore, Muyang did not have time to continue to procrastinate. Put down the white-robed old man, turned into a golden light, and rushed to the sky. Muyang does have too many concerns, but he is also willing to do this, which is the mission he needs to protect.

The goal is very clear, and it's on the side of the Dan Shrine. So Muyang is also very clear about who is carrying it with whom. Although I was a little angry in my heart, these disciples were really strong in blood, and they were too angry, but there was no way to do it.

Who hasn't been young? Who hasn't had the time of impulse? Zhao Long and the others also want to prove themselves and maintain the dignity of the Holy Sect. In addition, it is not wrong to have a sincere heart to the Holy Lord and only want to protect the face of the Holy Lord.

It's just that in Muyang's opinion, this large-scale action is also a little impulsive. Because it is obvious that the Dan Shrine is laid out waiting for them to break into. Today's predicament is really difficult to get out of for a while.

At the same time, the disciples of the Holy Sect who were trapped on the mountain where the Dan Divine Palace was located were indeed unable to protect themselves. Because they had broken into the pre-arranged barrier, countless blood shadows were circulating around them, and they couldn't be guarded against at all.

The current situation is like a huge net set up by the Dan Divine Palace, and the disciples of the Holy Sect who break into this net have all become the prey of mermaids among them. The tragedy can only be understood if you really have experienced it yourself.

Countless blood shadows entangled every Holy Sect disciple. Their previous plans and formations had been completely disrupted. The Blood Shadow separates them one by one, and then breaks them one by one, and once the Blood Shadow burrows into it, it has no power to parry.

In less than an hour, many Holy Sect disciples fell into a coma. Their consciousness was trapped by the blood light, and their bodies could only fall into bondage. In the middle of the back mountain, the figures of the disciples of the Holy Sect were all restrained.

"Boom...... Jie Ji ...... This is the strength of the disciples of the Holy Sect? It's not enough to see it, isn't it? The so-called Holy Lord, the leader and master of the face, is nothing more than that. It's so easy to be fooled, and it's really vulnerable. ”

A voice sounded, and it was the old man in black robe and red eyes. A bloodthirsty glint welled up in his eyes, staring at each disciple deadly. The madness on his face was not concealed at all: "The old man has now thought of a very interesting way." ”

With a wave of his hand, there was a bright red dagger on the palm of his hand. The red light flowing above it was extremely eerie. If Mu Yang could see it now, he could know that this red light could break through the cultivator's soul and carry out fundamental destruction.

The afterimage flashed, and a red-shadowed black-robed man appeared in front of a disciple. The dagger slowly roamed over him: "Your Holy Lord is really a shrunken turtle, right? ”

"But that's fine, have you ever tried the scene of a thousand people being late? The old man used this dagger to cut off your souls little by little, but it would not hurt your body, this way should be very fun. ”

With a turn of the dagger, the red light burst out again. In the next second, with a slight wave, it sank into a disciple's body. Surrounded by red light, I saw that this person's body was not damaged at all, but there was a trace of light overflowing from his body, that is, the soul.

(End of chapter)