He raised his hand and wanted to close the Immortal Refining Ding, but in vain, the spiritual power released by Mu Yan confronted him.

Even those spiritual powers thought that he was hurting her, how ridiculous was it? Phantom Night's heart at this time was already in unspeakable pain.

Refining Immortal Ding, it can't be opened! What it means, he now understands thoroughly.

If she was 10,000 years ago, her soul would have disappeared after being separated from her body, but now her soul is not separated from her body, and there is a mysterious power in her body protecting her, but in this case, it will be extremely painful in Ding.

If she hadn't been the same person she had been 10,000 years ago, her soul would have gone to the underworld immediately within half an hour, instead of suffering like this.

His heart ached and stared at her with burning eyes, it turned out that he had been hurting her from the beginning.

Feeling her curled up in pain, Phantom Night's heart tightened, and she said softly and pityingly, "You wait for me, I'll take you out soon." ”

He urged the demonic energy in his body, and the streamers flew, surrounding him, and in a moment, the soul of the phantom night left his body.

He pursed his lips and endured the excruciating pain, his eyes suddenly drifting, and then trying to condense.

Mu Yan looked at him in a daze, "Are you refining yourself?" ”

Phantom Night couldn't hide her heartache and whispered, "It'll be fine soon, you hold on a little longer." ”

She closed her eyes weakly, she didn't have the energy to talk to him anymore, and she didn't know what he was going to do.

My mind is in a state of confusion!

After a long time, the Immortal Refining Ding gradually opened, and even in a coma, Mu Yan relaxed.

At this time, the sun had set, and the people who were guarding outside saw the tower door open, and the phantom night had a calm face, and slowly walked out with Mu Yan, who was already dying.

Everyone sighed, not knowing how the Demon Venerable went in in such a cold and gloomy haze, and when he came out, his face was full of regret and heaviness.

At this time, the demons didn't dare to squeak, they had never seen the demon venerable with that stunning face so embarrassed, the messy hair danced in the wind, and the eyebrows and eyes had shown vicissitudes in a short time.

He quickly flew towards his dormitory with Mu Yan in his arms, leaving everyone looking at each other.

Uncle Fu raised his eyes slightly, looked at his back as he left in a hurry, and sighed softly.

Liu Yu's eyes were complicated, and he looked at Ziyang, "She should be dead, right?" ”

Ziyang suddenly tilted his head and shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Qingbai hooked his lips and sneered, "If she comes back, of course Mu Yan will be dead." ”

Liu Yu hurriedly asked, "Who is she?" The tone was eager, and he did not hide his hatred for Mu Yan.

"The people that the Demon Venerable cares about are very mysterious, so don't speculate at will." Qing's tone was light, but the bottom of his eyes was the worship of the Demon Venerable.

He hugged Hu Qing and smiled, "Demon Venerable is a dedicated person, and those rumors are just misunderstood by the world." ”

Hu Qing took advantage of the situation to get close to him, "Do you want to learn from Demon Venerable and be a dedicated person?" ”

Qingbai nodded, and the two then left hand in hand.

Qingyu glanced at them lightly, inexplicably jealous of innocence in his heart, his gaze swept over Ziyang, and fell on Liu Yu, "Compared to Hu Qing, you are mud on the ground." ”

Liu Yu's heart was turbulent, and he glared at him angrily, "Compared to Lord Momen, you are not even mud on the ground. ”

Ziyang grabbed Liu Yu and tried to pull her back, but these two people are not speculative for more than half a sentence now, and they have to quarrel a few words as soon as they open their mouths.

Not to be outdone, Qingyu sneered, "Lord Mo also doesn't look down on you, a broken flower and a willow." ”

Liu Yu was so enraged that he was like a lion, "What about Hu Qing, isn't she a broken flower and a willow, how good can your vision be?" ”

The two tore each other apart again, Ziyang wanted to cry without tears, Qingyu was going to kill her at any time, why couldn't she control it like that!