This old voice sounded slowly, like a Sanskrit sound floating in this heaven and earth, and it was difficult to disperse for a long time.

As this old voice dissipated, several figures suddenly flashed around Mo Aoxue's courtyard, each of these people exuded a powerful aura of soul power, and their realms turned out to be Soul Fighting Master Realm!

In front of these people, there was a young man in a blue brocade robe, who was also delicate, and when he saw Mo Aoxue's painful appearance, he rushed over with an arrow.

"Brother! Elder brother! What happened to you? What the hell did they do to you! The young man looked around at Mo Yan and the others, his eyes were hideous, and he said eagerly.

Mo Aoxue curled up, his hands scratched wildly on his body, his skin was scratched by himself, and blood poured out along the scratches: "It's so itchy, it hurts, it feels like ten thousand ants devouring the heart!" ”

"Hand over the antidote!" This young man is none other than Mo Xingchen, who went to move the rescuers, at this moment he stood up, looked at Tang Xueluo, his eyes showed murderous aura, and said coldly.

Tang Xueluo scratched her ears, pretending not to hear, she smiled faintly: "What? ”

"Father, it's this dead girl who tortures her eldest brother so much and kills her!" Mo Xingchen turned his eyes to look at the people behind him, opened his mouth, and said with a hint of respect.

After his words fell, those powerhouses in the master realm gave way one after another, and then, a man wearing a white satin robe, a belt with gold trim and jade inlaid on his waist, his hair and temples were already pale, his eyes were angry, his face was old, with an aura of endless vicissitudes, Mo Rende, who was less than fifty years old, was an old dragon clock.

"Hand over the antidote!"

Mo Rende slowly walked towards Tang Xueluo from among the crowds, and an old palm was slowly clenched.

"What if you don't?" Tang Xueluo narrowed her beautiful eyes, looked Mo Rende, the boss of the Mo family, up and down, and said indifferently.

Mo Rende's expression was indifferent, his tone was cold, and he said, "If you don't pay, die!" ”

"Hehe, Miss Ben is not scared. If I die, you will only have a burial companion! Hearing this, Tang Xueluo suddenly looked smiling, and said in a bland tone, "Oh, by the way, don't question Miss Ben's words!" ”

“……”

Mo Rende was silent.

Tang Xueluo's words were some true and some were false, he didn't dare to guess or bet.

Mo Aoxue's life is now completely in the hands of this girl, don't look at him now, his life is not in danger, but with Mo Rende's eyesight, he can clearly see that there are several golden curled up objects in Mo Aoxue's body, even if he is well-informed, he doesn't know what it is, and whether it will kill Mo Aoxue.

"Hand over the antidote, everything you did before, the old man is not to blame!"

Mo Rende hesitated for a moment and finally made a concession, but in the next second, he suddenly moved, turned into a white streamer, and swept towards Tang Xueluo.

An old palm grabbed her neck fiercely, and his eyes were cold: "Girl, do you know what happened to those who threatened the old man?" ”

"Man! All are dead! Tang Xueluo smiled like a flower, and did not have any fear of Mo Rende at all.

Mo Rende shook his head, grabbed Tang Xueluo's palm, and made a few more efforts: "It's a pity!" ”

"Su..."Tang Xueluo only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and at this time, a figure appeared in her mind, the owner of this figure was Su Yunhao, she looked at this figure, and scolded secretly: "Miss Ben, how can I listen to your nonsense!" ”

The Innate Realm and the Master Realm are an insurmountable gap, not to mention that Mo Rende is still a powerhouse of the Seventh-Rank Master Realm, in his hands, Tang Xueluo naturally has no capital to resist.

The dragon whisker needle she relied on has no effect now.

Because, Mo Rende will not let the Dragon Whisker Needle have any chance to get close to his body!

"If she loses a single hair, the master will cut off the arms of your two sons, if she is injured, there is no need for your vein to exist!"

At this time, Su Yunhao slowly walked out from behind Mo Yan with a gloomy face. His eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't even lift his head.

But with every step he took, there was a violent shaking in the courtyard of the Mo family, and when he stopped, Mo Aoxue's house collapsed in an instant.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying aura gradually spread from the void, with endless dead air, frantically converging.

With the gathering of dead air, a five-meter-tall figure loomed from behind Su Yunhao.

The bronze-covered black robe, the scarlet gaze, and an ink-colored scythe twice as large as the deity flickered with endless cold light, and the blood-colored cloak behind it still rustled in the absence of wind.