Everyone exclaimed.

The young master of the Immortal Sect Pavilion was defeated?

Bai Xian trembled with her fingertips and stroked her broken cheeks, hot, kicked down by Xuanyuan Yu, a stinky boy, and her Immortal Sect Pavilion's face was even more lost.

The heat on the face goes deeper into the bone marrow.

She was unwilling.

She struggled to get up, endured the severe pain in her abdomen, and her delicate starry eyes crossed fiercely.

Nangong Li squinted at her coldly, it's all this time, isn't there a prototype yet?

Nangong Li!

Scold!

"Master Xuanyuan..." she continued to pretend to be weak and delicate, and looked at him pitifully with her belly covered.

Try to arouse the pity of the common people, to exert pressure!

Nangong Li hooked her lips, her cold eyes glowed with coldness, "Since the young master of the Immortal Sect Pavilion is injured, let's compare another day..."

"No!" Bai Xian was anxious in an instant, he was retreating as advance, and wanted to take this opportunity to escape!

She would never let this teenager escape!

He is his.

"Oh?" Nangong Li raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at her with interest, and her lazy and indifferent posture was even more elegant and handsome.

Bai Xian endured the pain in his abdomen, took out a bell from his arms, and read it with a small mouth.

In an instant, the aura of black sour appeared on her evil eyebrows, and her bright eyes suddenly became cold, gloomy and lifeless eyes, like the king of hell at a glance.

It's terrifying.

Nangong Li frowned slightly, and when she saw the bell in her hand, her face changed instantly.

She knew it.

Dementor Bells!

Take the magic weapon of people's souls!

Immediately afterwards, the soul bell rang, and the surrounding people were all controlled souls, stiff and sluggish, and the six gods had no master.

All around, there was silence.

In the center of the ring, there was a layer of black smoke clouds, which were surrounding Nangong Li.

"Dementor Bell..."Nangong Li covered her ears, trying not to hear the call of the Soul Bell.

But I can control everything, and my head hurts very much.

Sharp pain tore through her mind.

Her face turned pale, her eyes began to spread, and she had a trance-like vision.

As soon as the soul bell comes out, the soul will be taken!

"Heh, are you scared?" Bai Xian came to her step by step, and saw his body cramping and falling down in pain.

A satisfying arc appeared at the corners of the mouth.

You have to force her to make a trick, right?

Then he did what he wanted.

The soul bell in Bai Xian's hand shook even more violently, and she wanted to ingest Xuanyuan Yu's soul.

Refine your soul energy and enhance your skills!

An eerie death smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, Xuanyuan Yu, she will definitely die!

"It hurts... Nightcloud—" Her head hurt so much that it almost exploded.

Her consciousness was already delirious, and she couldn't even see what was in front of her, only a violent trance image ghosting.

A white figure turned into hundreds of figures, floating in front of her eyes.

The Dementor Bell was so powerful that she couldn't contain it at all.

Subconsciously, she softly called out his name.

The lazy little fox in her arms suddenly jumped out.

A powerful coercion burst out, and her lean and petite figure was embraced into a warm embrace.

"Always so naughty!" He was dumbfounded, but his eyebrows were full of tenderness.

Always, there is nothing to be done about her.

"Yeyun Jue—" she smiled in a trance, and she always felt that he seemed to be smiling.

Smile so good.

So, she also smiled slightly, and the whole person fell into darkness.

"You..." Bai Xian looked at the strong coercion around him, and the blue smoke light enveloped Xuanyuan Yu.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she saw it clearly.

The man picked up Xuanyuan Yu, that posture was like a treasure in his heart, cautious and gentle and loving...