Qian Ze patted Luo Qing's face, "Wake up, wake up, quickly recover with spiritual power." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

It was already too late, the knife hit the point, and the wound was splashed with the blood of the Heavenly Demon, and Le Wujing's immortal bone was destroyed by the blood of the Heavenly Demon, and at this time, Luo Qing's recovery speed was far from keeping up with the speed of life passing.

Luo Qing stretched out his blood-stained hand and slowly pointed to the towering city wall.

“... Don't let them live. ”

Qian Ze grabbed Luo Qing's hand and said bitterly, "You are the main god." ”

Luo Qing's eyes were blankly open, and the hand that was grabbed by Qian Ze let go and slid down, falling to the ground.

Qian Ze put Luo Qing on the ground and sat next to Luo Qing, who was still scolding people just now, but now he has become a corpse in a daze.

Le Wujing was already stunned, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

The city gate was wide open, and many golden-robed people poured out of the wall, holding Qian Ze and the other two, while admiring the power of these main gods, he put seven or eight lock demon rings on Qian Ze and dragged them into the city gate.

Qian Ze never came back to his senses, he was in a trance, watching Luo Qing's corpse get farther and farther away from him, and he was thrown next to the corpse of the Heavenly Demon so alone, no one paid attention to it.

Qian Ze was stunned and asked the golden-robed man next to him, "Aren't you going to drag him back?" ”

The golden-robed man had a habitual indifferent expression, "Sooner or later, you will be like this, there is not enough cemetery inside, so please wronged him outside." ”

Chisawa stopped talking, and let the golden-robed man drag him back to the cell, piercing a hole in his collarbone, locking an iron chain, and closing the cell door.

Qian Ze didn't feel the pain anymore, he thought that no matter if he lost his relatives or friends, he would be insensitive and ignore it, but he didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable.

It is getting darker and darker in front of him, and the meridians of his body are turning over the river and the sea, and the neon beads he had sucked before are still rioting.

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Three days later, the outside began to be chaotic and noisy again, and Yan Nan pulled a panicked golden-robed man and asked, "The Heavenly Demon is here again?"

"No, no, no, no, it's not a heavenly demon!

"What?" Yan Nantian picked up the paper umbrella in his hand and ran out with the chaotic flow of people.

The people of the temple lined up in the empty field, but they saw that the sky in the distance was shrouded in half of the sun.

Ling Bo moved slightly, and what bloomed in the wind was the brocade sleeves of the neon dress, and the gorgeous neon dress danced lightly with Mo Xuan's waist and wrists.

This dance is not the neon dance of Kirichang, but the Yama dance of hell.

The so-called Phoenix Ghost Claw Collection is the peerless and unique book that has been tightly concealed, the original Yama Dance created by Lone Yanjin.

The neon clothes flickered slightly, only to hear the killing sound that had just shook the sky gradually weakened, and the sound of the weapon landing was endless, and all the temple disciples stiffened their bodies, their eyes lost their brilliance, and they looked up at Mo Xuan like a walking corpse.

"Tell me, where Chisawa is. ”

Mo Xuan's voice was ethereal but chilling, and all the temple disciples turned in another direction, which was a prison with refined iron.

"Mo Xuan, you are so bold, you openly provoke the temple?" Yan Nan leaned over the paper umbrella and blocked all the golden light scattered by the neon clothes, and the cold light of the sword in the umbrella flashed, which was the nine-stage thrust that Yan Lingshang was used to.

Yan Lingshang once fought against Qianze and still used the nine-stage thrust as the last killer move, but today Yan Nantian actually made a move, which is about a backwater battle.

Mo Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the awe-inspiring killing intent in her heart had already erupted, her cloud sleeves were flying, her steps changed, and she danced lightly to the interlude of the Yama Dance, the Purgatory Bell.

An incomparably hot current of heat instantly steamed, and the temple disciples standing at Mo Xuan's feet melted into continuous blood water.

Suddenly, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the blood flowed like rivers.

"I didn't want to go on a killing spree, but you forced me with his life. Mo Xuan stopped, and her body fell lightly to the ground.

Wherever Mo Xuan passed, all the flowing blood stains instantly vaporized and disappeared.

The surface of the paper umbrella tilted to the south of the Yan was completely destroyed, and only the sword in the umbrella trembled to support the body, and the chest cavity was scorched hot by the golden light of the Yama Dance, and the violent cough turned into vomiting blood.

"Mo Xuan... Your cultivation is less than half of your eldest sister's, and you are impatient to forcibly cultivate the Ni Shang Pearl!"

Yan Nan wiped the blood from his cheeks, struggled and gasped, and tightly grasped the slender hilt of the sword in the umbrella, his cheeks even more rosy under the blood.

"I'll live longer than you. ”

Mo Xuan's indifferent voice did not fall, and as soon as the brocade sleeves danced, Yan Nantian had been pressed to the ground by a heavy pressure, and the blood stasis in his chest was almost gushing out of his throat.

Mo Xuan slowly approached Yan Nantan, her slender fingers held up Yan Nantan's face, looked at this charming face, and opened her mouth coldly.

"Yan Ling Shang should like you the most, she once had a favorite umbrella, named Sanshu Mei, why didn't she pass it on to you?"

"To each his own master, there is no reason. That's a good thing to say. Mo Xuan's nails were almost carved into Yan Nan's cheeks, "I don't want to trample on your dignity, tell them to open the door, and leave you a happy death." ”

Mo Xuan pointed to the iron door.

Yan Nantian felt the evil aura on Mo Xuan's body, and said tremblingly, "Open the door for her..."

Mo Xuan threw down Yan Nantan, Yan Nantian's body suddenly ignited a layer of blazing flames, hissing and burning the skin, Yan Nantian rolled back and forth on the ground and screamed in pain, until he was burned to ashes by the purgatory fire.

The moment Mo Xuan pushed open the door, her frosty face could no longer suppress the pain suppressed in her heart.

In the dark cell, Chisawa sat on a stone bed, blood dripping from her collarbone, and two finger-wide chains pierced through Chizawa's collarbone, and the ends were cast on the walls of the iron cell.

Qianze's eyelids moved, and he raised his head with some difficulty, his deep pupils were dilated, and there were still dried blood stains in his eye sockets, and he saw the delicate person in front of him standing there.

Seeing Mo Xuan, Qian Ze's face showed an expression that Mo Xuan had never seen before, this demeanor was like pathos, more like happiness, "It's okay Xuan'er, it's not very painful." ”

Mo Xuan stumbled and fell, and the person almost crawled in front of Qian Ze.

The beautiful woman in the world just now no longer exists.

"Chisawa, I'm here... I'm coming!"

Mo Xuan's hands trembled and stroked the iron chains on Qian Ze's body, golden light pulsed in his fingertips, and the solid iron chains were melted into ash.

Qian Ze slowly raised his hand, stroked Mo Xuan's little face, and took this weak body into his arms.

The girl who used to be by Chisawa's side, a little bit, the water turned into ice, and the weak became strong.

The long-lost reliance and long-lost warmth have made Mo Xuan's strength and ruthlessness melt defenselessly these days, and the old tears have not dried, and new ones have flowed out.

"Okay, okay, Xuan'er can stand alone now, and I don't have to worry so much anymore..."

"Qianze, I can't hold the Yama Dance of Lady Guyan, my body hurts so much, every bone is about to break. Mo Xuan interrupted Qianze with a crying voice.

"Okay, let me do it next. ”

Chisawa stood up, dark lines surging in his skin, and the lock demon ring on his body turned into flying smoke, falling from Chisawa little by little.