"Tong Yao."

Murong Xi knelt on one knee, holding Tong Yao's body in his hand, and an unprecedented uneasiness enveloped him tightly.

This feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar to Murong Xi.

His gaze coldly swept over Tong Yao's soft face: "Tong Yao......"

Such a Murong Xi was something that Tong Yao had never seen.

Whether it is facing difficult monsters or sinister people's hearts, Murong Xi is always full of confidence, as if everything that disturbs the world is under his control.

No one, and nothing will shake his calm heart, which will never make waves.

However, Tong Yao didn't do anything, but it made Murong Xi lose her heart and lose her soul.

Even if he is a god above the nine heavens, he cannot escape the shackles of the love network.

Love is the shortest spell in history, and it is also the most mysterious spell, which has always been unsolvable.

Even if Murong Xi can see through Hongchen, he is just an ordinary person in the face of love and marriage.

Murong Xi looked at Tong Yao in his arms, the dance of the demon liquor only the dead know the footwork, how did Tong Yao dance?

Even if she was under a spell and couldn't help herself, she was a big living person who could breathe, and it was impossible for her to know the dance steps of the Demon Dance.

There is only one explanation, the person who casts the spell no longer exists in this world.

He had read in the forbidden art of the Ninefold Heavenly Treasure Pavilion that there was an ancient spell called the séance.

The art of séance comes from prehistory, because of the evil and powerful backlash of the séance, it has now been listed as a forbidden art and is impossible for ordinary people to access.

If there is anyone who knows about this kind of ancient secretary now, except for the person who came out of the Yellow Spring Country, there is no second!

Murong Xi got up, shook his arms, shook his wide sleeved robe elegantly, and pinched the mantra with two fingers on his chest.

The solemn and low chanting of incantations came and went, as if reverberating between heaven and earth.

A spell was taken out of his sleeve and tossed into the sky, and in an instant, a huge seal opened in the air above the roof.

Murong Xi's hands were sealed on his chest and did not loosen, and the seal glowed with a lilac light in the sound of his incantation.

The sky is auspicious, and the purple air comes from the east.

What kind of power is this? Where does the power come from?

Fang Fengye's brain seemed to be down.

A hideous face that looked particularly painful in the sealing enchantment.

Through the illusion of the enchantment, Murong Xi saw the person who had cast the curse.

Qi Lian, because he was originally from the Huangquan Kingdom, he was naturally able to use spells that only dead people could use.

Qi Lian's illusion grinned at Murong Xi with his teeth bared, and his gaze circled around his body.

Suddenly, as if he was being urged by something, the body that was originally controlled by Murong Xi suddenly moved on its own, and a neat flip palm grabbed straight at Murong Xi's throat.

The corner of Murong Xi's eyes swept over the vain footsteps of "Qi Lian", his eyes became colder, the corners of his eyes were raised, his sleeves trembled slightly, and a bone flute slipped out of his sleeve and held it in his hand.

Although the fairy sword has not yet come out of its sheath, the mysterious coldness has emanated faintly from the sleeves.

The corners of Qi Lian's lips trembled, and in the next moment, a sword decorated with colorful beads, Jiuhua jade, and a sword like frost and snow was held in her hand.

The sword is three feet long, and the body is made of dark iron.

The two swords will come out of the air and strike together.

Even though "Qi Lian" held the Xuantie Sword, the angle, strength, and control of the sword were obviously far inferior to Murong Xi.