With a sword roar, Mu Shili and the others disappeared from everyone's sight.

This time, Sikong Xing is stupid.

He originally thought that even if the Sword God Pavilion was high, the Holy Star Tower was also not a fuel-efficient lamp. Especially if you specialize in the art industry, your sword god pavilion swordsmanship and sword casting are invincible in the world, but the elixir magic weapon is definitely not your strong point.

And the elixir that improves cultivation and heals wounds is the most urgent thing for martial artists, but this is the specialty of the Holy Star Tower.

So originally, Sikong Xing wanted to use these pills as an exchange condition for Mu Shili to help. As long as Mu Hongchen and the three of them make a move, the balance of power at this moment will be broken in an instant.

Unexpectedly, he really underestimated Mu Shili's lonely heart.

In particular, he underestimated the weight of that sword in Mu Shili's heart.

The reward of the Autumn Rain Sword Venerable was broken like this, and Mu Shili had to use a fair method to get it back from Long Haotian, instead of using any conditions in exchange like today.

"Boom, boom!"

The Poor Strange Beast was frantically destroying in the void, and this incomparably magnificent Saint Star Tower was actually crumbling at this moment.

The whole royal capital was alarmed, and the people either jumped on the wild birds or stood on a high place and looked into the distance. They all wanted to see what happened to the Holy Star Tower, which had always been high up and didn't even pay attention to the Duanmu royal family.

"Lord Duanmu!" Long Haotian saw Mu Shili leaving, and turned to Duanmu Hong, "We still have some private matters here, and we still look at the Duanmu royal family, don't interfere!"

Regarding Duanmu Hong's position, Long Haotian was not convinced.

Even faintly, he felt that Duanmu Hong and them were not kind to him.

Of course, he couldn't guess their minds right now, but his anti-heaven spiritual sense told him that he must guard against Duanmu Hong.

Therefore, at this moment, he said this, which undoubtedly means that he should not wade into this troubled water, let alone take advantage of the opportunity.

Looking at the terrifying giant beast in the void, and the Duanmu brothers who were trembling with fear beside him, how could Duanmu Hong still have any confidence at this moment?

"Master Long, in that case, I'll go back to the palace first, and then come to the palace for a reunion after you're here, okay?" Duanmu Hong.

"Before you come, I hope Lord Duanmu will fulfill your promise!" Long Haotian said lightly.

"Commitment ......"

Duanmu Hong's body trembled.

The so-called promise is to let Long Haotian and Jian Lingxiao join the team of the Thunder Yin Kingdom, and at the same time, provide cultivation resources equivalent to those of the Suppressed Xuangui San. Of course, the premise is to save the lives of Duanmu Yue and Duanmu Zhuo.

Judging from the current effect, the brothers are still alive. But the problem is that today they can be regarded as humiliated, and to some extent, life is worse than death.

However, when Long Haotian was invited at that time, Duanmu Hong did not expect that Mo Yan would come. So, I didn't think of mentioning more, in addition to preserving my life, I also wanted to preserve my dignity. Now, if he repents because his dignity is not guaranteed, then it spreads, and his prestige as Emperor Lei Yin will be gone. This dumb loss has to be swallowed no matter what!

"Understood! When I get back, I'll send someone to deliver things to the inn!"

"Dad, what is it?" Duanmu Yue asked with a curious gaze.

"What is it?" Duanmu Yue didn't say that it was okay, but when he said it, he immediately ignited the anger in Duanmu Hong's heart.

Just look at him turned his head suddenly, looked at Duanmu Yue and said hatefully: "What!"

With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Duanmu Yue and Duanmu Zhuo looked at each other. Then, he set his sights on Duanmu Rong, Duanmu Heng and Duanmu Cheng. Unexpectedly, the three brothers and Duanmu Hong breathed out of their nostrils, and they had already gone without a shadow at this moment.

"What...... Brother, why do I think my father is scolding us?" Duanmu Zhuo said in a low voice.

At this moment, the duel in the void is still going on.

Sikong Xing's strength is soul power, and in comparison, the power of martial arts is weaker. The three black-robed powerhouses of the Demon Palace had suffered the previous losses, and at this moment, they cooperated seamlessly, never allowing Sikong Xing to have the slightest chance to use his soul power to attack. On the other side, the fourth elder and Luo Jiutian were also inseparable from the five retainers.

Mo Yan inspected the spatial treasures, and quickly took out a pair of jade jue from them. One of them was the one that was buried in the decisive battle table before and was dug up by Long Haotian.

"What the hell is going on?" Long Haotian came to Mo Yan's side, and said with a straight face.

"What's going on?heh!" Mo Yan smiled, "Long Haotian, if I was not mistaken, did you ever want to kill me?"

Long Haotian was excited, but immediately nodded: "I hope ...... It's just a misunderstanding! If you are willing to explain clearly, I, Long Haotian, am willing to apologize to you!"

"Explain clearly. Mo Yan raised his head and looked at Luo Jiutian, "Actually, let him explain to you, you should be more willing to believe it." But now is not the time to explain, first settle this place, and my Mo Yan will naturally give you an explanation!"

As he spoke, he saw Mo Yan shouting at Luo Jiutian: "Brother, catch it!"

"Whoosh——

Seeing that Mo Yan waved his hand, he immediately threw Sikong Yu's steel whip out.

Originally, Luo Jiutian's strength was the weakest among the ten people, so he had always fallen behind. But when the demon whip was clenched in his hand, the tide of battle suddenly took a huge turn.

"Thank you, brother!" Luo Jiutian threw a grateful smile at Mo Yan.

"You're welcome!" Mo Yan waved his hand and said to the seven black-robed young men of the Flame Heaven Realm, "Take a good look at him for me! If he wants to escape, I don't mind cutting off his legs!"

"Yes!"

The seven teenagers said that, and suddenly came to Sikong Yu's side.

At this moment, Sikong Yu had already woken up, but when he opened his eyes and saw these seven powerful teenagers appear in front of him, he suddenly almost fainted again.

"Yu'er!"

Sikong Xing exclaimed.

"Sikong Xing, you better take care of yourself!"

Mo Yan held the Demon Whip in his hand, and the phantom behind him became even more staring, more solemn.

"The sins you Sikong family committed back then, let's make a break today!"

With that, Mo Yan jumped and slammed his twin whips towards Sikong Xing. In the end, Sikong Xing is a strong man at the peak of the Demon Tribulation Realm, and he is definitely not an opponent when he fights alone. However, as he said just now, this is the end of the feud, not the competition, so he has no scruples at all.

Originally, Sikong Xing was already in danger under the siege of those three black-robed powerhouses. Although Demon Yan is at the level of the Flame Heaven Realm, his combat power is not inferior to the fourth or even the fifth powerhouse in the Demon Tribulation Realm.

What's more, the demon whip in his hand is engraved with a holy weapon pattern, which can be injured even by a Venerable at the beginning of the Vajra Realm.

At the same time, Sikong Yu is now in the hands of the other party, like a hostage, and above his head, there is a terrifying beast of poor and strange ferocity, and this battle cannot be fought at all.

In desperation, I heard Sikong Xing yelling: "Retreat!"

(End of chapter)