Looking at Yin Nian's face now, he knew that his guess was correct.

Yu Wenrong had already withdrawn from the house, leaning against the door and looking slightly decadent, he let out a long sigh, already having a premonition of losing his wife.

Although he is not like Yin Mu, who only takes one person in his life, after all, he has been married for decades, and there are always some unforgettable and unforgettable moments, and those pictures are playing back in his mind one by one.

Yin Nian sighed, shook his head slightly, and was about to turn around, when Mrs. Yuwen let out a long roar, and the strength came from nowhere, and her body shook and broke Jinchen's confinement formation.

The strength of the breaking formation suddenly opened, and Yin Nian, who was closest to him, was instantly shocked by the strength and slammed into the wall.

Jinchen noticed that it was not good, so he immediately hugged Yuwen and smiled and took a few steps back.

was shocked, but when he saw Mrs. Yuwen roaring, he was about to attack Yin Nian, who was holding his chest and getting up.

Mrs. Yuwen is obviously out of control, and she can break through his formation, and Yin Nian will definitely not be able to resist the injured Yin Nian.

The thought only flashed through Jinchen's mind, and almost at the same time, Jinchen and "Mrs. Yuwen" came to Yin Nian together.

Jinchen swept away with a fist of spiritual power, and "Mrs. Yuwen" probably sensed the danger, and immediately withdrew a move towards Yin Nian, and held her hands towards Jinchen, and the black qi in her palms loomed.

Jinchen punched into the palm of "Mrs. Yuwen", his eyes were slightly gloomy, "Mrs. Yuwen" had completely turned into a demonic corpse, although his punch did not do his best, even Yin Nian in his heyday could beat him down, but "Mrs. Yuwen" was only beaten back two steps.

Yuwen smiled and her nails had been cut into her skin, and blood slowly came out, and she murmured in her mouth, calling her mother.

Yuwenrong heard the movement and hurriedly ran to the door, but saw "Mrs. Yuwen" roaring unwillingly, and headed towards Yin Nian and Jinchen again.

"Stand back!"

"Mother!"

The two shouts sounded at the same time, Jin Chen's heart sank, and he let Yin Nian retreat while the blue spiritual power wrapped his palm, and with one palm, he was already facing the attacking "Lady Yuwen".

And Yuwen smiled when he saw that his mother was going to attack Jinchen, and the fists he held were tight, and he subconsciously shouted.

Between the electric light and flint, I don't know if I was attracted by the sound of Yuwen's smile, or the increasingly strong smell of blood in her palm, the "Mrs. Yuwen" who went towards Jinchen and the two walked a little, and suddenly turned towards Yuwen and smiled.

The speed of the demonized corpse "Lady Yuwen" is comparable to that of the Qinglian Heavenly Cultivator, and Jin Chen did not dare to pause at all after sending out that palm, but it was too late to use the spiritual power to make a move again, and he only hurried in the direction of Yuwen Xiaoxiao at the same time, and took out the matching sword.

"Mrs. Yuwen" was unrecognizable at this time, part of the skin on her face had ulcerated and pustules had covered half of her cheeks.

Yuwen smiled and stared wide-eyed, and his whole body seemed to be frozen and unable to move. Looking at her mother's hideous face, her eyes came towards her fiercely, and the moment she saw the faintly black, bloody palm attacking her, she actually had the idea of suicide.

Yuwen smiled and lost her mind for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that "Mrs. Yuwen" was less than a foot away from her, and her long black nails were even less than an inch long from her neck.

She had mixed feelings in her heart, and subconsciously looked down, and the sword she was very familiar with ran through her mother's heart with a blue glow......

Yu Wenrong almost stepped up at the same time as Jinchen, and only then flashed to Yu Wen Xiaoxiao's side at this moment, seeing that his chest was stagnant, and the sword seemed to have been cut on his chest.