A deep sense of fear overwhelmed everyone, and their breathing couldn't help but become a little heavier, with a slight sense of caution.

Looking at the woman who fell to the ground, already dying, Xuan Yun frowned slightly, there was not the slightest sympathy and change on his face, and he snorted with a "hum" in his mouth, and raised his hand suddenly, and the profound spiritual power waved out without hesitation.

A sharp and miserable scream suddenly sounded, and a splash of red blood splashed in everyone's sight, startling many thoughts.

The thin and petite body was suddenly shaken out of the way, drawing a strange arc in mid-air, and fell heavily on the ground, making a dull sound and raising a light dust.

After struggling a few times, the woman bit her lower lip and forcibly endured the muffled sound of pain that was about to overflow her mouth, her slender fingers clenched tightly, her crystal nails embedded in the broken gravel, the skin and flesh turned open, and the back of her hand was covered with blood, constantly trembling.

The gaze slowly moved up, and everyone saw that countless cracks like spider silk began to appear on the woman's delicate face, spreading to the entire face at a very fast speed, and the red blood stains were snaking down, and the eyes were full of entangled blood.

In just a few breaths, the woman's entire face was festering, and it was completely unrecognizable.

Seeing this, Xiaoqiu and Xiaodong on the side were stunned, their pupils shrank suddenly, and a deep sense of shock appeared on their faces.

"Palace Master!"

A shocked voice sounded, Xiaoqiu and Xiaodong moved at the same time, came directly to the woman's side, reached out to support the woman's swaying body, frowned tightly, and trembled uncontrollably, as if flowing with crystal water, helpless.

"No problem."

Taking a deep breath, the woman struggled to stabilize her body, waved her hand casually, pulled the corners of her lips at the two beside her, and spoke softly.

"I'm fine."

When the words fell, the woman's breath suddenly froze, her movements froze, and she turned her head away, spit out a mouthful of blood, and smashed it on the cold ground.

"Palace Master!"

Xiaoqiu exclaimed, hurriedly supporting the woman's crumbling body, her bloodstained little hands trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes lost their original aura, and they were dead and silent.

Bloody.

Looking at such a tragic scene, Gong Zhaohui couldn't help frowning slightly, the corners of his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he thought of something, and in the end, he didn't say anything, only flicked his sleeves lightly, and stood with his hands in his hands.

The eyes are calm and unwavering.

It's like, just a quiet, play-watching person.

The afterglow inadvertently swept over Gong Zhaohui's face, Xuan Tong hooked his lips, his face moved, and his big hand pressed steadily on the top of Su Yun's hair, his movements were gentle, with a bit of soothingness.

After a little silence, the other big hand paused slightly, and the slender fingers tightened slightly, faintly, there was a condensation of spiritual power.

"Your Majesty."

Tilting his head slightly, he glanced at Gong Zhaohui carelessly, Xuan Tong paused, and his voice was a little lower.

"This woman is always holding a face from her junior sister, and Xuan is very tired of looking at it, can you allow Xuan to be here, the first step of the interrogation, and change their original faces back?"

His eyes moved, Gong Zhaohui frowned slightly, looked at the woman's already bloody face, her face remained unchanged, she nodded directly, and replied:

"Xuan Gongzi will do it."

"Okay."

Bowing his head slightly at Gong Zhaohui, Xuan Tong chuckled, and the hand that stopped his movements was slowly raised, and his fingertips seemed to be surrounded by sharp spiritual power, with a piercing coldness, which brought a sense of shrinkage in everyone's hearts.

As if she had guessed what Xuan Tong was going to do next, the movements of the woman's whole body froze, her face froze, and after being slightly stunned for a moment, she began to run her spiritual power frantically, as if she wanted to resist something, and the wounds all over her body cracked and deepened, and the blood meandered down, staining a large area of the ground.

"Palace Master?"

Seeing this, Xiaoqiu hurriedly pounced on the woman's side, reached out and grabbed the woman's hands hard, trying to stop the woman from continuing such crazy actions.

"Xiaoqiu."

With a slight force on her hand, she changed into a handprint, the spiritual power around her body skyrocketed, her robe hunted and hunted, and the woman's eyes widened with effort, and she spoke in a deep voice.

"Pull Xiao Dong away."

"Palace Master"

Looking at Xiao Dong, who had been trying to stop the woman from continuing to operate her spiritual power, Xiao Qiu paused, and her eyes fell on the woman's bloody face, and the blood spread to her feet, with a strange sticky feeling.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiaoqiu's face changed, but there was no movement in his hands.

"Palace Master, you can't invoke spiritual power anymore."

"It's fine."

Taking a deep breath and forcibly swallowing the churning blood in her throat, the woman stabilized her breath and shook her head.

"I'm fine."

As she spoke, the woman turned her head away, coughed violently a few times, and the corners of her mouth continued to overflow with red blood, with a bit of cruelty.

"Palace Master!"

At this time, even Xiaoqiu's complexion changed directly, and she hurriedly came to the woman, grabbed the woman's hand that continued to seal, and spoke in a condensed voice.

"Palace Master, I really can't hold on any longer, so you will"

"I'm fine."

The body moved slightly, avoiding Xiaoqiu's hands, but it was involved in the wound on her body, and the woman in pain couldn't help but gasp, and fine beads of sweat poured out all over her forehead.

Her eyes moved, and with a slight sweep of her hand, she pushed Xiaoqiu and Xiaodong away, the woman frowned, her hands were sealed, and her handprints were constantly changing, and the spiritual power around her body was circling wildly, exuding a faint halo.

Her eyebrows trembled slightly, the woman raised her head, and looked straight at a few people not far away with a cold and lonely gaze, her dark purple thin lips were hooked, and she smiled weirdly.

With a slight whistling sound, everyone only felt a dull feeling rise in their hearts, and it became a little difficult to breathe, not far away, dusty air.

At that moment, Xuanyu's big palm, which was distinctly distinct, tightened suddenly, and a ball of light shattered in his palm, turning into a little streamer, falling one after another, exuding a faint halo.

The breath in the air was frozen for a moment, and then there was the spiritual power and wind of a crazy riot, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, fascinating everyone's attention.

A continuous tearing sound sounded, and the coercion in the air changed at an extremely fast speed, and the meridians of the oppressors were all over.

The slender fingers were slightly raised, and Xuan Yan frowned and narrowed his eyes.

The profound spiritual power condensed in her hand was shattered, and there was a tearing extreme pain in her heart, and the woman tilted her head, coughing violently, and the blood was constantly spit out, and bewitching flowers bloomed again on the pool of blood that had been darkened.

There was an extreme pain in her brain, and the woman bit her lower lip until there was dark red blood, refusing to let out a scream.