The blood on his wrist fell to the ground with a click along his fingertips, and Mo Yi had a cold face, he didn't expect that he would be forced to this step.

Where did he want to entangle with this tall man, but after a long time, he was afraid that he would indirectly indulge those people.

So he raised his left hand and stood on his chest, and recited the mantra, and in an instant a thousand winds surged, and raised the horns of his robe.

In just one breath, dozens of swords conjured up in the sky above his head, and with the direction of Mo Yi's finger, they all attacked towards Lou Xuantian.

But this big brother is not in vain to be the title of 'power general' in the demon world.

He unhurriedly raised the Lang Evil Knife in his hand, and the thousand-pound giant knife was whirring by him.

The sword qi formed the shape of a lion tiger and rushed towards the sword.

"Qiang, Qiang!!"

The swords that came upon them were broken into several knots and fell to the ground.

Ming Yuan stood aside and shook his head, thinking that if this immortal didn't summon his companions, this breathless Xuantian would make some big moves.

At that time, if 100,000 heavenly soldiers are brought over, even if there are ten 'power generals', they may not be able to get out.

So he quietly took out a packet of medicinal powder from his cuff, intending to use some 'indiscriminate' methods that he didn't want to use.

Taking advantage of the inextricable battle between the two, Ming Yuan saw the opportunity and sprinkled the medicinal powder in front of Mo Yi's mouth and nose with a flash.

Mo Yi couldn't be distracted for a while, but he inhaled a lot.

In an instant, it was like ten thousand ants gnawing on the heart, lungs and bones, and the pain was unbearable, and he fell to the ground and shrunk into a ball.

"Let's go!" Ming Yuan shouted at Lou Xuantian.

So, the two immediately soared to the clouds.

It's just that he hasn't gone far, and he doesn't want a cyan figure to suddenly appear from below, so he follows straight up.

Lou Xuantian was about to slap it with a palm, and found that the person who came was Qi Miao.

He immediately withdrew his palm and shouted angrily: "Why did you come with me? If my palm is any faster, my soul will probably be buried in this heavenly court!"

He stuck out his tongue and muttered, "If you want to beat or scold back, you will talk about it! People are not coming here because they are worried about you!"

"Miao Miao is right. It's still important to run away at the moment!" Ming Yuan patted Lou Xuantian on the back and said in a deep voice.

Xuantian nodded at this time, speeding up the speed of Tengyun.

While following the eldest brother, he looked back at the bottom that was already invisible, and asked Ming Yuan in a worried tone: "You just made the poison, right? What kind of poison is it? I heard that you were still fighting without winning or losing, why did you suddenly lose your voice?"

"Bone Eater. Ming Yuan didn't look back, and replied lightly.

He was stunned, took a deep breath, and didn't dare to spit it out for a long time.

She was very familiar with this bone-eating scatter. The poisons that Mingyuan has refined, I'm afraid there are few that can compare with it.

If you are poisoned, you will not only be weak all over your body, but you will also suffer the pain of eating bones until you die tragically, which is really a very vicious poison.

"Give me the antidote!" she suddenly stretched out her hand and shouted at Mingyuan.

Ming Yuan frowned and looked at her, not understanding what she meant.

"Hurry!!" was so anxious that he wanted to stomp his feet.

Ming Yuan was silent for a while, then eased his expression, and said in a deep voice: "Miao, you have been kind-hearted since you were a child. However, he is an immortal, and today it is when he is at a disadvantage that you think of taking pity on him. But the mountains do not turn around, and if you are in this situation another day, he will not hesitate to cut you under the sword. In his eyes, the mere fact that you are a demon is enough to kill you a hundred times. ”

Naturally, she understood what he said, but if she wanted to ignore that person now, she couldn't do it.

Without further ado, she pulled Ming Yuan over, reached out and scooped out all the antidotes from his left sleeve, a total of three small white porcelain bottles, and quickly flew down.

She knew that it was Mingyuan's habit, hiding poison in her right sleeve and medicine in her left sleeve.

Ming Yuan frowned and looked at the cyan back that had gone away, and said in a daze: "Is this girl a demon wind?"

"But no! can I go and pull her back?" Lou Xuantian asked anxiously.

"You took me Tengyun, where can she be fast? I can't stop it, and wait here, let's act when the opportunity comes!"

Drifting against the wind, he soon saw Mo Yi lying on the ground, in a coma.

She helped him up, ignoring the three-seven-twenty-one, grabbed his jaw, forced him to open his mouth, and poured all the medicine from the three porcelain bottles into his mouth.

Although she understands that the antidote also has the principle of mutual restraint, no matter how bad it is, it is better than losing a life!

Mo Yi felt the pain in his body gradually ease, and the tip of his nose lingered with the aroma of fennel, which he vaguely remembered growing by the poolside of the Heavenly Realm.

Last time, I seemed to hear Lu Yun say that the Queen Mother of the West disliked the character of this kind of weeds that can be seen everywhere, and belittled the grade of the heavenly realm for no reason, and wanted the Emperor of Heaven to order the grass to be cut down and eradicated, but I don't know who stopped her in the end.

It's just that this smell is so reassuring, even if it's a weed, so what?

Slowly opened his eyes, the woman in front of him was dressed in green clothes, without accessories, and a pair of black and white eyes were looking at him anxiously, and her beautiful appearance was so familiar.

Who would she be if she wasn't Maoqing?

Mo Yi's originally misty eyes suddenly brightened, and he remembered what had just happened, and then he thought that he was afraid that he was already dead, right? That's why he saw her who was also dead a long time ago...

Oh, I knew this was the case, and I came to look for her at that time!

Mo Yi wanted to laugh, but there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, he sat up, coughed suddenly, and some abnormally colored, jet-black blood stains were immediately splashed on his moon-white robe.

There was a bang in his head, and he looked around at the familiar environment, and he wasn't dead yet?

He suddenly raised his head to look at her, unable to exert his strength, but stubbornly pulled one of her sleeves, for fear that this would be another nightmare, and called in a dumb voice: "Qing... Qing..."

Tilting?

Stunned for a moment, did this immortal find out that he was the one who had just fallen into the well? Then he must also know that he was in the same group as Mingyuan, and now he was pulling himself to bring her to justice?

How can I do it! I have only lived to be more than 3,000 years old!

So he hurriedly stood up, ready to take off the clouds, and walked for the plan!

I don't want the immortal to be very stubborn, desperately clutching his sleeves, even his fingertips are white, and he refuses to let go of his hand.

"Qing—" he still called, and there was a lot of sparkle in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

She bit her lower lip nervously, and suddenly took out a very sharp dagger that her father gave her for self-defense.

The knife fell in his hand, cutting off the sleeve of his shirt and cutting off the connection with him, and then disappeared into the night sky without looking back.

Mo Yi's hand was light, and the cyan color suddenly disappeared in front of him, and he was so anxious that he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, and passed out again.

The clouds thinned, and the wind lifted the corners of the robe. His face was pale, and he had only a fragment of his blue shirt in his hand...

Half an hour later, the inspecting Heavenly General found the Celestial Monarch who had fainted on the ground, and immediately reported the matter to the Emperor.

The dragon salamander died tragically, the immortal was seriously injured, the immortal silk was stolen, and the emperor was not angry. A heavenly order was issued overnight to thoroughly investigate the matter.

In the Heavenly Mansion, Lu Yun anxiously stood by Mo Yi's bedside.

I don't know who fed him something, many complex medicinal properties are running around in his body, hurting his meridians, so that he is still asleep.

"Master, Master!"

Mo Yi opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was Lu Yun.

He suddenly rolled over and sat up, shook Lu Yun and asked, "Where is she?"

"She?" Lu Yun frowned, a little puzzled.

"Who did you see?" Si Ming Xingjun and Si Lu Xingjun also gathered, they were specially here to investigate this matter on the order of the Heavenly Emperor, and they stayed here early in the morning.

Mo Yi looked in a trance and muttered, "Mao Qing... I saw her. She didn't die, she saved me..."

Si Ming Xingjun frowned and said, "I just checked your injuries, it should be a very strange poison." I think it must be because of this that you are so confused that you hallucinate. Although I don't want to say this, you should know better than I do that it is impossible for the clear to be alive. ”

Mo Yi looked at the sleeves that were still tightly clenched in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he immediately raised it and asked, "Then what is this?"

Si Lu Xingjun sighed: "Actually, this matter is already very easy to analyze. One of the thieves was a woman who felt sorry for you and stole the antidote to save you. I guess this piece of clothing is just what she left behind!"

It turns out that it is empty again?

Mo Yi lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and Fang said lightly: "I understand." It's just that I'm still a little unwell, and it's not convenient to entertain guests for the time being, so please go back!"

When Si Ming and Si Lu Xingjun heard his words, they glanced at each other, then shook their heads and left.

Mo Yi clenched his hands unwillingly, hoping that someone would deceive him, and it would be good to deceive him...

Jade Mountain, by the Yao Pond.

"Bang!"

The Queen Mother of the West slapped the throne very hard, and Liu Ye's eyebrows wrinkled tightly: "Forget it if you lose the magic weapon for no reason, what kind of life is this Mo Yi, he will be saved by a kind enemy and pick up a life!"

The Xuannu bowed her head and knelt under Her Royal Highness, the Queen Mother of the West was angry, she really didn't dare to say anything.

The Queen Mother of the West slowly stood up again, pacing back and forth in the hall.

He walked up to the Xuannu and stopped, and asked, "Did the Emperor find anything on his side?"

The Xuannu didn't dare to look up, but only dared to look at her colorful skirt and replied, "Not yet." But judging from the clues, it should be the demons. ”

"Hmph! Among the demons, Xiyuan has been destroyed. The rest of them, those who dare to compete with Heavenly Court, are only the strongest North Marsh at present. Can't they even see this?" said the Queen Mother of the West.

Although the Emperor of Heaven also understands this truth, he is suffering from the lack of evidence. If the war is forced, it is really against the way of the immortal family's 'reason'. The Xuannu replied truthfully.

The sharp eyes of the Queen Mother of the West swept over, and the Xuannu felt a cold wind and immediately silenced.

I saw the Queen Mother of the West walk to the bronze mirror, comb the two strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead, her lips opened lightly, and she said lightly: "As a result, to this point, I still need to personally go out to finalize that dead chess!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head arrogantly and glanced at the Xuannu: "Go and ask the maid to fetch my Nine Phoenix Feather Coat, I will personally go to the Emperor of Heaven." ”

"Yes. The Xuannu immediately promised.

The lights in the temple were jumping, and the oil seemed to be running out.

The Queen Mother of the West sat quietly on the throne, and in the shadow of the half-dim lamp, a smirk of contempt could be faintly seen on her lips.