Ji Moya looked at her eyebrows and knew that she was not frightened by the killer's affairs, and her heart was relieved.

"Yan girl, I have wronged you this time! I didn't inform you in advance, because I was afraid that you would show your flaws, and the killer might keep holding back, so we were very passive and needed to be on guard from time to time. ”

This killer is Mrs. Ru's right-hand man, and since Mrs. Ru really doesn't care about the relationship between mother and son, he just took advantage of this incident to get rid of this person.

Phantom Yan covered his head, "I'm fine, I believe you, it's just that the spirit treasure of the hall master is too powerful, and my ears are still buzzing now......"

She had long known that she would go through many obstacles when she was with Jimoya, and this was only the first wave of assassinations, and it was already fortunate that she was lucky enough to avoid it.

Ji Moya picked her up and lost some spiritual power to her, but the illusion was still not very refreshing, and there was still an echo in her head.

"It'll be fine in two days, you go into the space now to rest for two days, and I'll guard you."

Phantom Yan thought about it, this state is not good, before Jimoya did not come back, this kind of thing happened in the Dark Fragrance Pavilion again, and she did not dare to enter the space, but now that Jimoya is back, she can rest assured and boldly go in to rest.

"Okay."

Ji Moya on her lips, a dragonfly like a watery print, "Good! ”

After Phantom entered the space, he picked up the small and miniature ancient bowl on the bed and brought it into his sleeve.

After that, the gentle smile condensed.

He rushed back from the deep sea island, all the way back, and without even breathing, he came to see Phantom Tilt Yan first.

He said coldly, "Mo Si, where is the killer now?" ”

"I've been imprisoned in the Dongming Palace." Mo Si emerged from the shadows.

"How is Moroku's injury?"

"It's not a big obstacle, thanks to the strength of the young lady. Mo Liu said that joining forces with the young lady could actually have the power to fight with the Xuan Ling Master, and Mo Liu had some insights through this battle, and he was now in retreat to see if he could take the opportunity to break through the Xuan Ling Master. Mo Si's voice couldn't tell whether he was happy or frustrated.

The Mo Wei have all been promoted one by one, and he has not moved.

His parrot spirit treasure, in addition to his fast mouth and ability to speak, is so slow that his promotion is simply outrageous, and if he continues like this, the future is worrying!

Ji Mo Ya nodded, "Mo Liu has been in the late stage of the True Spirit Master for many years, and this time he has some understanding, but he is lucky, not bad." ”

"Young Master, you won't dislike Mo Si, will you?"

Ji Moya glanced at him, undeniable, "Go to the Dongming Palace, you will be a killer ......"

A blood-red crescent moon, clear and bright, slowly rose on the horizon of the Purple Cloud Mountain Range at the border of the Xianlan Empire.

This crescent moon is like a hook, the color of blood red, like the remnant red of the sunset, but wherever it shines, it is red.

Mountains become red mountains, trees become mangroves, and water becomes red water......

Of course, it's just a reflection visible to the naked eye, and it's not really red.

A certain hunter in the Xianlan Empire, who got up early, saw this scene, fell to the ground and worshipped, "It's evil!" The sun is evil! The sun does not rise in the morning, but the blood moon rises! It's horrible! Pray for the blessings of the saints of the Quartet......"

This is the reaction of ordinary people, who are sincerely frightened and disregarded.

When the cultivators saw it, they were so excited that they seemed to have seen a great treasure, and they ran around to tell each other, and the spirit cranes sent out one by one.

"The blood moon is rising near the Purple Cloud Mountain Range of the Xianlan Empire, come quickly!"