Feng Zhuo took the needle and stared at the scroll for a moment before pricking his hand, letting the blood drip onto the scroll.

Blood drops drip, and the brush disappears.

"Absorbed!" When Ye Mingxuan saw this scene, he shouted: "Absorbed, absorbed!" ”

Ye Mu and Ye Mingyuan were also surprised.

Seeing Feng Zhuo's blood being absorbed, Fu Ling stood up and stared at the scroll.

Could it be that the destined person of this scroll is really Feng Zhuo?

Just as Fu Ling was thinking this, the scroll suddenly erupted with a dazzling burst of golden light, and a trace of black gas emerged from the scroll.

Seeing this scene, Fu Ling's expression changed suddenly, he reached out and pressed the scroll in the box, and shouted at several people: "Run!" ”

"Ah Ling, how ......"

"Run!" Fu Ling didn't wait for Ye Mingxuan to finish asking, and shouted anxiously: "Quick! ”

Although Ye Mu and the others didn't know what was going on, it could be seen that Fu Ling was in such a hurry and ran out of the courtyard.

"Boom!"

Just as a few people ran out of the courtyard, the scroll erupted with a powerful force, bouncing the Whisk away.

The power was extraordinarily strong, and the whisk was directly bounced onto the pillars of the pavilion.

"Ah Ling!"

When Feng Zhuo saw this scene, he immediately swept towards the Fu Ling, hugged the Fu Ling, and took him away from the pavilion.

When the six of them left the pavilion and looked up, they saw the scroll flying out of the box and flying towards Feng Zhuo!

When the scroll flew towards Feng Zhuo, it opened.

There was a blank inside, nothing in it.

"Whew......"

In the blink of an eye, even Feng Zhuo didn't react, and there was an extra wound on his face.

The blood slowly overflowed, and the rest of the people who were shocked couldn't react at all.

However, the scroll didn't count if it hurt Feng Zhuo once, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to Feng Zhuo, and the curl went towards Feng Zhuo's neck.

Seeing this scene, Fu Ling, who was being held by Feng Zhuo, suddenly turned dark in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and stopped Feng Zhuo's neck.

"Jingle ......"

A crisp bell rang suddenly.

Among the people present, except for Feng Zhuo, who could hear the bell of the spirit, the rest of the people couldn't hear it.

People can't hear it, but the scroll can hear it.

Hearing the bell, the reel stopped.

When the scroll stopped, it shook in place.

Fu Ling looked at the scroll, and the dark spiritual power in his body fluctuated a little uncontrollably.

The moment the dark spiritual power fluctuated, the scroll didn't know what it was stimulated by, and rushed forward.

"Be careful!"

Ye Mu and the others saw the scroll rushing towards Fu Ling and Feng Zhuo, and the blood on their faces was gone!

Fu Ling saw the scroll rushing over, and the sound of the bell in his hand suddenly intensified, as if it sounded with heaven and earth.

It was the sound of bells like this that slowed down the speed of the reels.

Just as Fu Ling was about to release his power to suppress the scroll, Bei Miao stood in front of the two.

The speed of the scroll slowed down, but it didn't stop, Bei Miao stopped in front of him, and the edge of the scroll slashed directly from Bei Miao's right side, and blood splashed out and sprinkled on the scroll!

"Bei Miao!"

Everyone saw that Bei Miao's neck was cut, and their faces became extremely pale.

Fu Ling and Feng Zhuo reached out at the same time to grab Bei Miao and prevent him from falling.

"Stop the bleeding!" Seeing that Feng Zhuo was supporting Bei Miao, Fu Ling was busy taking a few bottles out of the space, then picking out one of them, pouring out the pill and putting it in front of Bei Miao's lips: "Eat it." ”

Bei Miao opened her mouth and swallowed the pill.

Fu Ling raised his hand, and pure white light overflowed from his hand, shining on Bei Miao's wound.

How could the wounds made by the Heavenly Weapon be easily healed?

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