"Who told you not to say it earlier." Ignoring the hysterical roar, Mu Yanran, who took it for granted, stared back at her with disgust.

And no matter how innocent and vivid her expression is, it is not enough to hide the fact that it is happening at this moment.

The light purple spiritual power on her hands couldn't be hidden from others.

And the circle of heaven and earth aura around the Minghong formation, the speed of rotation is getting faster and faster, and it is an irreparable tragic reality.

"Remember what I told you, Minghong himself has no attack power." After being silent for a moment, Mo Kongjing lowered his head lightly and whispered.

"I remember, all of Ming Hong's attack power comes from the attack of outsiders, and how strong the outsider's destructive power is, it will be doubled and returned. The Minghong formation is the formation used by the great power of the ancient period to seal precious items, and it is strong when it is strong. Mu Yanran, who was a little proud and complacent, raised her little face and stared at the figure whose aura was gradually turning cold.

Such a detailed answer did not satisfy Mo Kongjing, in fact, the most expressive of her mood at this moment was - a mouthful of old blood spurted out!

You know! You know! You know you still use spiritual power! You know you're using such powerful spiritual power! Do you know what the hell you've done? Do you know we're both going to be completely finished now!

"Ah Jing, am I right?" Mu Yanran, who didn't know how much trouble she had already caused, stood in front of the Minghong formation with her hands behind her back with a smile, at that time, she just used fifty percent of her spiritual power to explore the small opening, and she didn't really attack.

"You're right. But you've done enough for the two of us to go to Yellow Springs! After gritting his teeth and saying this, Mo Kongjing, who had already been energized from top to bottom, stared motionlessly at the whirlpool that was gradually revealed in the Ming Hong formation.

The wind mixed with the overwhelming debris slowly formed a sky-swallowing vortex, and the vortex swirled in the Minghong formation. There is also a faint sense of Mu Yanran's lilac spiritual power in it.

Mu Yanran, who was sluggish and should have reacted, finally saw the tension and solemnity in Mo Kongjing's expression, and subconsciously turned around and stared at the scene in front of her, and the whirlpool that was about to swallow the sky had been rotating in the Minghong formation, as if the next breath would roar towards them.

"How, how so? I didn't attack it! Mu Yanran, who lowered her head and muttered to herself, fell into confusion, and after a moment, she raised her head unaware of the danger and stared at the sky-swallowing vortex that was growing in the Ming Hong formation.

"You don't have to attack, Ming Hong's formation principle is to devour the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and the spiritual power of outsiders. Did you find out? The closer you get to the Ming Hong Formation, the more scarce those flowers and trees become, and soon. There will be no grass here. With a helpless sigh, she suddenly calmed down as she shifted her gaze.

It's just that the calm on the outside doesn't mean that there is no turmoil in her heart, and she still has too many things to do, so. She can't die in this place.

"Leave that alone! Let's go! Mu Yanran, who frowned, finally sensed the aura of danger. This is also the first time she has understood in advance that this disaster was caused by herself.

"Let's go? Where can you go? The whirlpool will soon form a tornado, and no matter how fast we are, we will be swallowed by it. Quietly raising her head, she stared helplessly at the whirlpool that was constantly roaring strongly, faintly, and it had already turned into a tornado.

Since the Ming Hong Formation was a powerful formation used to protect treasures in ancient times, how could it tolerate those insatiable people to snoop?

Although Ming Hong itself is gentle, it will be more powerful than any attack formation if it absorbs some spiritual power. For example, this unruly tornado.

"So we're here to be indifferent? Do you wait for a tornado to swallow us? Mu Yanran, who felt that she couldn't accept this reason, looked back and questioned in confusion.

However, unexpectedly. This time, she obviously deliberately used a sarcastic and tough tone, but Ah Jing was bland and frightened her.

She knows that her temper is never as good as it seems, she knows that she likes to be strong, and she knows that she is always stubborn and tenacious to disguise her fragile self as extremely strong.

She also knows that she is short-tempered, she will never tolerate others talking to her with orders or a tough tone, how can she be so calm today? It was so peaceful that it frightened her.

"Whether it's walking or flying, we can't escape the scope of the tornado, and now there is only one way, but" She didn't know how to speak, she could only quietly turn her head and stare at her in confusion.

"Just what? If you have a way, say it! Do you really want to kill me in a hurry? The anxious Mu Yanran stomped her feet anxiously, but no matter how she urged, the deserted figure in front of her remained indifferent.

Staring at the more arrogant and fierce whirlpool in front of him for a long time, no, the wind and gravel of this scale can no longer be called a whirlpool.

It is a tornado, a powerful disaster caused by strong winds and debris.

Mu Yanran was still in a hurry, and Mo Kongjing was still silent.

She stared silently at the roar of the tornado, and at the end, as if she had made some firm determination, she resolutely raised her hand and grabbed Mu Yanran's hand.

Puzzled, Mu Yanran looked up at the determined side face in a daze, and before she could react to anything, she only felt that she had been dragged into the Ming Hong formation by a powerful force.

The wind and gravel howled at them, all blocked by the sword in front of them, and the wind whistled in her ears, blowing her hair messy.

In an instant, she could hear nothing but the howling wind and the sound of falling rubble.

"I'm sorry, I have to live."

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the voice seemed to ring in her ears.

The power in her hand suddenly disappeared, and the long sword in front of her suddenly disappeared, until the gravel that smashed straight through hit her forehead, and she suddenly woke up and looked around.

The intersection of the wind and the gravel, standing at the core of the tornado, she looked blankly at the walls of the wind, and the falling rocks blocked her tightly.

Remembering the last voice she heard, 'I'm sorry, I have to live.'" Mu Yanran suddenly felt that she should not suspect something.

At that time, she closed her eyes, stayed comfortably in the core of the tornado, and let the wind and gravel whistle towards her, at this moment, only the roar of the wind and the blow of the gravel could make her forget the discomfort in her heart.

Is it true that as long as people can live, they can give up anything?

(To be continued.) )