Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

Hearing this voice, the Danyangzong elders and the peak masters changed their expressions, and there was a touch of complexity in their eyes.

This voice was the voice of one of the guardian elders.It turned out that Elder Huzong was always there, but why didn't he come forward?

Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at the Sect Master, and said to Xuanyuan Mo Ze: "Spare him, let's go!"

It’s not that her heart has softened, but that if the master of the first alchemy sect of the eight great empires dies tonight, it will be very troublesome. What's more, people cannot easily decide just because they are stronger than others. The life and death of others.

Such killings were blind killings, bloodthirsty and brutal, and could only show a person's brutality and cold blood, and she, though cold-blooded, was never brutal, let alone become such a person.

Xuanyuan Mo Ze looked down at her in his arms, then stretched out his hand and threw the Sect Master out, and then took Feng Jiu away from the front door...

Seeing those two figures leave in front of their eyes like that, everyone felt unspeakable complexity. Danyang Sect was in such a chaos that night, and the loss was so heavy, all because of Sanyangzi's killing.

Is it really worth paying so much for a dead person?

When Luo Heng and Chen Dao watched Feng Jiu being taken away, they were relieved.It’s fine, it’s fine...

It’s just that she’s fine, but the sect’s affairs are serious...

On the other side, Feng Jiu leaned against Xuanyuan Moze's arms and squinted and asked, "Where is my mother? Lengshuang, did they meet Tunyun?"

"Well, I met Tunyun when I came in. Let it go to Lengshuang and the others. Don't worry, they should have already rushed back." Xuanyuan Moze said, taking her down the mountain and using his sleeves. Cover her face, lest the wind blade hurt her.

Feng Jiu leaned in relief, with a heavy head, and asked sleepily, "Why did you come?"

"It's been a few months since you left. I was thinking about coming over to see you, but who knew that you were hurt like this. You really don't worry about it, so why don't you tell me?"

His voice was low and reproachful, but when she saw her now, she swallowed the reproaching words that she had originally wanted to say.

Feng Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I didn't want to make such a big move. It was unexpected. I didn't expect that Huzong formation would be so difficult to break, cough."

Seeing her face getting paler, Xuanyuan Mo Ze frowned, "Do you have any other injuries? Why is your complexion getting more and more ugly?" He stopped in the forest and asked.

"The shoulder was pierced by a sword, although the blood stopped, but..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Damn it!"

Xuanyuan Mo Ze cursed, and quickly put her down and pulled her coat apart: "Why don't you tell me if you have a shoulder injury? What if something happens if you drag it back?"

When the red coat was lifted, revealing the blood-stained shirt, his eyes shrank, the large patch of blood stinged his eyes, and his hands trembled imperceptibly.

"Why shed so much blood!"

"It's stopped. That was when the sword was pulled out." Feng Jiu said indifferently, and his voice gradually weakened: "I have already taken the pill. Don't worry if you are okay. I'll go back! I'll sleep for a while."