Here, Ye Qinglan, Emperor Tianli, Mo Wuxi, and a group of clansmen protect the Dharma.

Over there, Yuan Ming and Zicao stood side by side, followed by demon soldiers and countless resentful spirits.

The eyes of the Great Protector, after the treatment of the Second Protector, the toxins have been controlled.

His eyes were covered with white sand and he sat behind a group of people.

Mo Ruhua staggered and walked to Ye Qinglan's side, she first glanced at Mo Wuxi, who was not far from her, and found that his clear eyes were looking at her, so she quickly withdrew her gaze.

Ye Qinglan smelled a smell of blood, she looked sideways and found that the smell of blood came from Mo Ruhua's body.

She walked quickly to her side, and without saying a word, pulled her picturesque back in front of her, and the clothes behind her back were already soaked with blood.

Ye Qinglan just wanted to call the Second Protector, but she thought that Mo Ruhua was now enchanted, and the healing technique of the Second Protector not only could not be treated for her, but would also bring harm.

She pursed her lips and without saying a word, pulled Mo Ruhua aside, and she herself stood behind her.

took out some medicine given to her by Yuezichen and sprinkled it on the bleeding wound.

Ye Qinglan didn't speak, Mo Ruhua didn't make a sound, and let her fiddle.

"Although this medicine does not heal the wound, it can stop the bleeding." She paused for a moment and then asked, "Who the hell hurt you?" ”

Mo Ruhua's furrowed eyebrows slowly stretched, she didn't answer Ye Qinglan's question, and said something that didn't touch the question, "The bow in the hand of the comfrey is very weird, be careful of that bow!" ”

Ye Qinglan glanced into the distance and then withdrew his gaze: "That bow, what the hell is it." ”

Mo Ruhua pursed his lips, "The god-killing bow, the baizhu around the god, is to die under the bow, and the soul is scattered." ”

Ye Qinglan's eyes moved, "Baizhu was really killed by comfrey, it seems that my previous guess was not wrong!" ”

Mo Ruhua's body stiffened, and she gently spit out a few words, "No, Baizhu, I killed it!" ”

Although Baizhu has no grievances with her, it is indeed her who hit him in the heart with the god-killing bow.

As soon as Mo Ruhua's words came out, Ye Qinglan was stunned, and for a long time, neither of them spoke, and in his ears, there were the voices of the Nuwa people and Yuanming.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Ye Qinglan's hands on the medicine bottles paused in the air like that.

And the picturesque body of the ink also froze in place.

It seemed that a century had passed, and Ye Qinglan's face was suddenly dyed with a faint smile.

She put away the medicine bottle and gently put her hand on Mo Ruhua's shoulder, "Ruhua, you can come back!" ”

Ye Qinglan obviously felt Mo Ru's body tremble, although it was only for a moment.

She turned her back to Ye Qinglan and shook her head, "You can't go back, that bow, be careful yourself!" ”

After she finished speaking, she walked to the other side, and Feng Yan Lin always kept a distance behind her.

Yuan Ming looked up to the sky and laughed twice, his eyes swept over the group of people opposite.

His eyebrows were stained with a layer of black gas, and his eyes were vicious.

Yuan Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed the god-killing bow in Zicao's hand, the black qi around his body became thicker and thicker, and a black diamond-shaped sign gradually appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and even his lips gradually became black.

The second protector shouted, "He's going to be demonic!" ”

Yuanming's skill, after so many years, is not low.

Although there is a god again, after entering the demon, Yuanming's cultivation will go to a new level.

And the blood-red bow in his hand was so weird, he was afraid of ......

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