It seems that it is because of Xu Xiaolin's insistence, and it seems that Mo Yiran, who is in front of Xu Xiaolin, is in the plan of the Tang Sect Elders. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When they saw that Mo Yiran had been entangled by the Yanchen controlled by Xu Xiaolin at this moment, and the only demon boss who was still killing was still causing huge casualties to Tang Jiabao, all the Tang Sect elders immediately retreated from here and turned to besiege another demon boss.

So in the middle of this chaotic battlefield, the two warring sides here are far more powerful than other places, so the warring sides in other places do not dare to move forward at all. In this only slightly quiet position on the battlefield, only Xu Xiaolin and Mu Yuxi are left who are ready to face Mo Yiran alone.

"Wanrong, Wanrong I am the same, why don't you speak, why?" The bone-eroding coldness from the fingertips of the touch, and the fact that there was no figure of Mo Yiran in the lifeless eyes, made Mo Yiran, who seemed to be in confusion because of the appearance of the Yanchen, muttered to himself.

Sting.

Although the puppet body of Tang Wanrong's transformed corpse bones is not yet a steel and iron bone, ordinary hidden weapons cannot leave a trace on it. However, the clothes worn by Yanchen were far from being as strong as the puppet's body, and under the attack of countless Tang Sect elders and the poisonous corrosion just now, the clothes on Yanchen's body had already been corroded and damaged.

So Mo Yiran subconsciously wanted to grab Yanchen's hand, but because he tore off, the sleeves on Yanchen's arm turned into broken steps and scattered on the ground, thus revealing Yanchen's arm.

Looking at the pinholes on the body of the Yanchen hidden under the costume, all the puppet secret methods of the Tang Sect were from Mo Yiran, how could he not understand what everything in front of him represented?

"Hehe... Hahahaha! I swore today that I would wash the Tang Sect in blood!! ”

"Xu Xiaolin, hurry up and let Yanchen come back!" Seeing that Mo Yiran in front of him immediately fell into madness in laughter, Mu Yuxi hurriedly shouted to Xu Xiaolin.

Finding that everything in front of him was beyond his expectations, Xu Xiaolin had no choice but to control the puppet and hurriedly withdrew to his side.

Under the nervous gaze of Mu Yuxi and Xu Xiaolin, Mo Yiran, who originally couldn't see any expectations for life in his eyes, was completely red at this moment, as if he was crazy, and his body began to exude a tyrannical aura that impressed Mu Yuxi.

"That, Xu Xiaolin?" Taking a deep breath, Mu Yuxi said with a trembling tone.

"Sister Mu?"

"This is your plan?" Feeling the breath of the increasingly tyrannical demon boss coming from Mo Yiran's body, Mu Yuxi felt a little collapsed.

"No, I just want the two parties to let go of each other's grievances." Looking at the scene in front of him that was completely beyond his expectations, Xu Xiaolin also said a little anxiously. "I don't want to betray the Tang Sect, but I don't want to hurt this poor man either."

And then you sent a puppet made from the bones of someone's wife to provoke it?

Mu Yuxi, who probably guessed Xu Xiaolin's thoughts, could only sigh for Xu Xiaolin's kindness and innocence and his own mistakes. And silently regretted that when he came to the forbidden land, he should have understood Xu Xiaolin's thoughts, instead of just letting Xu Xiaolin play like this.

"Get ready to run." Shaking his head, Mu Yuxi gently patted Xu Xiaolin's shoulder and said. "Mo Yiran has been turned into a demon boss, and it's useless to say anything now."

"Sister Mu, is there really no way to let the two sides let go of their hatred?" Looking at Mo Yiran, who was looking at him endlessly because of the deep hatred of the sea of blood, Xu Xiaolin looked at Mu Yuxi a little overwhelmed and said.

"It's no longer possible, there is no possibility from the moment Tang Wanrong died in the Tang Sect twenty-three years ago." Regarding Xu Xiaolin's innocence, Mu Yuxi could only shake his head slightly to express helplessness.

"In this case, as a disciple of the Tang Sect, I still want to protect the Tang Sect." Taking out the Wanrong long sword that he was carrying behind him, Xu Xiaolin, who was holding the sword in one hand and controlling the puppet in the other, put on a posture ready to fight and said. "Sister Mu, forgive me for my willfulness, let's fight off Mo Yiran together."

"It's all said, don't get into the drama too deeply." Seeing that Xu Xiaolin wanted to stay and fight, Mu Yuxi, who couldn't throw Xu Xiaolin here, could only prepare to fight here.

After all, the poison in Mu Yuxi's body that erodes bones and disperses blood, and it still needs the Tang Sect to survive this crisis to be able to resolve it.

After finally calming down a little from the violent aura, Mo Yiran immediately strode towards Xu Xiaolin's location.

At the same time, the puppets that were controlled by Mo Yiran and were exactly the same as Mo Yiran were also changing their positions and throwing hidden weapons towards Xu Xiaolin.

"Xu Xiaolin, use Yanchen to drag that puppet." Seeing that the puppet that came first sealed his retreat, Mu Yuxi could only remind Xu Xiaolin while using his own soul to spread a sword light that seemed to be real to cover himself and Xu Xiaolin.

Puff puff puff.

Pulling Xu Xiaolin to retreat behind him, looking at the scene of the umbrella he used to defend himself being torn apart by the hidden weapon, Mu Yuxi could only congratulate in his heart on the timely cover of the sword light and the luck of Yanchen to stop most of the hidden weapons.

However, Mo Yiran, who had already rushed in front of himself and the others, did not have time for Mu Yuxi and Xu Xiaolin to be amazed.

After leaving a flower-like sword blooming slowly, Mu Yuxi and Xu Xiaolin hurriedly used its cover to leave Mo Yiran's direct attack again.

"I'll cover up, be careful!" Seeing that Mo Yiran's hatred was locked on Xu Xiaolin, Mu Yuxi, who noticed that Xu and Xiaolin dodging together would only leave more flaws, pushed Xu Xiaolin away and said.

Seeing the sword light blooming in Mu Yuxi's hand laying a path of light in front of him, Xu Xiaolin, who had just escaped from Mo Yiran's attack twice with Mu Yuxi, immediately hid under the cover of Mu Yuxi's sword light after understanding.

Whoosh!

Although the hidden weapon thrown by Mo Yiran directly shattered the sword under Mu Yuxi's cloth, Xu Xiaolin, who took advantage of this cover, also got the opportunity to control Yanchen and slashed at Mo Yiran's puppet with a fierce palm.

Crash.

After Mo Yiran's puppet was slashed by the Yanchen's palm, the puppet body that continuously avoided the Yanchen's attack emitted a series of parts tumbling and scattering, as if it had also left a lot of damage in Mo Yiran's puppet's body just now.

Right now, Mo Yiran's hatred is locked on Xu Xiaolin's body, as if all the hatred of Tang Wanrong being refined into a puppet is concentrated on Xu Xiaolin.

But also in order to avoid harming the Yanchen, the puppet controlled by Mo Yiran could not attack the Yanchen at all, and could only dodge the Yanchen's continuous attacks in vain.

In order to cover the distraction, in addition to controlling the puppet to meet the enemy, Xu Xiaolin also had to avoid Mo Yiran's attack, the length of time Mu Yuxi was able to cover Xu Xiaolin directly determined the time that this battle could last.

The battle fell into a dangerous balance in this strange stalemate, and for a time neither side could take the other.