Mo Yan naturally felt the danger, but outside of the danger, she sensed an extremely strange sense of familiarity.

But for a moment, she couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

Mo Yan's gaze slowly fell on the man.

According to the information she received from the fierce beasts of the Wu Mountain, this man was the only one in the Wu clan who still had spiritual power in the chaotic space.

Or it can be said that he is so powerful that even the Heavenly Dao constraints cannot fully work on him.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful he is, he still can't do without the chaotic space.

To put it bluntly, this chaotic space is actually a cage that imprisons Garan.

Jialan's scrutinizing gaze slowly fell on Mo Yan, "You haven't answered the patriarch's words yet. ”

Mo Yan's red lips were slightly raised, "Even if you have to settle accounts, the people I'm looking for are not them." Whether I save it or not, it has nothing to do with this account. ”

"Oh? It seems that you want to directly confront the patriarch? ”

Garan has a peculiar pair of eyes.

The gray-blue pupils seem to be terrifying, sharp and can easily see through people's hearts.

"I have no grievances with the patriarch, so why do I have to fight against me? What I'm looking for is just your holy daughter-" Mo Yan's eyes turned two points colder, "She caused me to almost lose the child in my womb, and I have to ask for this account." ”

"She doesn't just want the child in your womb-" Jia Lan's face was expressionless, and her eyes finally fell on Jun Muhan's body, "and the man next to you." ”

Jun Muhan lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Although he exhausted his edge and did not say a word, his arms were still firmly wrapped around Mo Yan's waist, and his body was slightly sideways.

That's a defensive gesture.

"I didn't expect that you suppressed the magic power of the Blood Soul Curse."

Jia Lan naturally saw the strangeness on Jun Muhan's body, and his sword eyebrows twisted slightly.

Logically this is impossible.

Without the blood of the witch saintess, no one could suppress the magic power of the Blood Soul Curse.

Mo Yan smiled, "So, even if my family's Jun Beauty can live well like Zhu Yu'er, what are you going to use to blackmail me?" ”

"It can't be!"

A scream was heard not far away, and Mo Yan looked behind Garan.

She finally got the person she was waiting for.

Almost at the moment when Leng Xianhua appeared, Mo Yan's palm moved.

"Huh!"

The blood whip held his hand and threw it straight towards Leng Xianhua.

Whether it was Jia Lan or Leng Xianhua, they didn't expect Mo Yan to do it directly without saying a word.

The blood whip was like a living spirit snake, and it directly wrapped around Leng Xianhua's waist, and then dragged her over with one hand.

Leng Xianhua, who entered the chaotic space, was also suppressed by spiritual power, and Mo Yan was caught off guard this time, she was dragged and stumbled, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But before he could get up, "hey", the blood-colored whip that was wrapped around his waist was released when the tail braked, and then it was raised again.

"Smack!"

That whip, ruthless, fast, and accurate, directly hit her on the back, and she was drenched in blood.

Leng Xianhua snorted in pain, and her half-propped body fell back again, so painful that she soaked her shirt with cold sweat.

Mo Yan looked at her condescendingly, her red lips hooked up a bloodthirsty smile, "The so-called witch saint is just Erer." ”

Leng Xianhua raised her head with difficulty, she never expected that Mo Yan would whip her as soon as they met, but what she didn't expect was that the patriarch would stand aside and watch as if she hadn't seen it.

With the patriarch's spiritual power cultivation, even if he was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, he could pinch Mo Yan to death with one finger.

But he actually watched her being humiliated by Mo Yan?

ps: I'm sick, take a leave of absence, sweat~ I'm sorry everyone