The aura of various colors lingers in the sky above Juling Mountain, and the colorful aura is dazzling, lighting up the night dome.

Mu Yan held his breath and used his cultivation that had fallen to the fourth order to collect the essence of heaven and earth with all his might.

The disciple who had already fallen asleep was awakened by the disciple who discovered this strange scene, and everyone walked out of the room to watch with sleepy eyes, and suddenly their eyes widened and they were completely awake.

I saw all kinds of spiritual energy surging towards the gossip platform on the top of the mountain, and the posture and the turbulence could no longer be described as shocking and spectacular.

It was the first time for everyone to see the seven auras converging at the same time, and they were already speechless in surprise.

Steward Lu calmed down a little, looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "Miss Mu is really a genius that has not been met in ten thousand years, and it is really a blessing to be able to meet the immortal cultivators of the seven spiritual roots." ”

The disciples came back to their senses and asked uncertainly, "Senior Sister Mu, is this a cultivator?" This scene is so beautiful. ”

"I heard that it was to save Miss Su, and it is said that she is about to be scattered, do you think she can save her?"

"Look at this riot and a steady stream of spiritual power, it should be able to save life."

"We must let her be the sect master, so that there is hope for the fairy world."

“……”

Seeing the colorful aura surging to one place in bunches, everyone's emotions also rose, and they were very curious about what Mu Yan's cultivation was now.

Mu Yan absorbed each aura into his body, and then turned it into a stream of immortal qi, which was slowly injected into the soul locking bell.

There was a heart-rending cry from inside, Su Ye was being baptized like bone marrow at this time, and Mu Yan used immortal qi to gradually piece together the distorted soul.

"Su Ye, you try to relax as much as possible, you will be fine soon, Yun Zhen is very worried about you, you must get through." Mu Yan cast spells while giving her confidence, trying to soothe her broken heart.

"This kind of pain, I'd rather die, Mu Yan, you help me, give me a good time."

Su Ye said intermittently, and she could hear that she had tried her best to calm herself.

Mu Yan twisted his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Su Ye, if you can't come back, Yun Zhen will find Qingyu desperately." ”

The soul locking bell shook slightly, and then began to grow larger, and Mu Yan's eyes crossed with joy, and the spell did not dare to relax for half a minute.

Su Ye was still worried that Yun Zhen would fight hard, she should have found out that Qingyu was related to the Demon Realm, and she was afraid that Yun Zhen would suffer.

Mu Yan sighed secretly, they are all deeply rooted in love and don't know it.

The soul locking bell began to calm down, and the transformed immortal qi was gradually absorbed, and the colic in her heart hit Mu Yan, she pursed her lips, and a trace of panic crossed her heart.

The soul locking bell, which had been calm for a moment, seemed to feel Su Ye's pain, and made a jingling sound as it shook it.

Su Ye's death-begging voice came out again, and his breath was faint.

Mu Yan was worried in her heart, if she dropped the chain at this time, she would definitely lose all her efforts, but she felt a trace of powerlessness, and after a short moment of pranayama, her aura gradually returned to order.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Yan's eyes were hazy, and her body was a little unstable, she suddenly came back to her senses and continued to cast spells.

After repeating it a few times, in the end, her cultivation was still not high and she began to lose her physical strength, and when she was about to lose her support, she suddenly felt a force in her back transmitted to her.

Instantly resurrected with full blood, the soul lock bell tended to be quiet, and Su Ye no longer begged for death in pain.

She was happy for a moment, thinking that it was Junli who came to help her.

"It's me." The voice was warm and hoarse.

"Uncle Feng?" Mu Yan twisted his eyebrows.

"Well, don't get distracted." Fengluo's tone was calm, but Mu Yan was extremely anxious when he heard it.