The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Emperor Beixuan's five fingers spread out, hanging on Mu Yan's heart.

With the strong black energy pouring into Mu Yan's body.

There was an expression of pain on her face.

The dazzling light flickered all over her.

The chaotic sound of the piano impacted people's eardrums, echoing in the world.

In the light, a black guqin appeared slowly.

Emperor Beixuan was ecstatic, grabbed the guqin in his hands, and then put it into the storage space.

After getting the Tianmo Qin, he gave Jun Muyan to Mo Qingshan.

The purpose of his trip was finally achieved!

Do not!not enough!

Emperor Beixuan's gaze fell on Li Weiran's side, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Jun Muyan is dying, these little bastards of Xiaoyaomen, and you, Li Weiyan, are also dying!"

These people in Xiaoyaomen always feel evil to him.

It was like Jun Muyan and Chu Moli.

Even Hunyuan Heluo's natal calculation result pointed to this seemingly weak but inexplicably powerful sect.

Di Beixuan wasn't really afraid that they would pose a threat to his plan.

It's just that [the door of the firmament] will open soon, and the long-cherished wish for many years will be realized.

He will never allow any accidents to happen.

The Xiaoyaomen are probably the biggest variables.

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of Emperor Beixuan had disappeared in place.

Li Weiran is the end of the crossbow, the power of the whole body has long been exhausted, and the internal organs have also been seriously injured.

Xiandi's blow, he couldn't stop it anyway.

Om——!

There was a strange knock.

Then the golden and red robes fell from the sky, covering Li Weiran and the people around him.

Also blocked the blow of Emperor Beixuan.

Jing Yuan's figure appeared in front of Li Weiran, throwing a golden bowl from his hand and slamming it on God Beixuan's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Beixuan loosened his hand, and Mu Yan fell and was caught by the enlarged golden bowl.

"Jing Yuan."

Di Beixuan narrowed his eyes, looked at the person in front of him coldly, and said with a sneer: "You also want to grab someone from me?"

Jing Yuan ignored him, but raised his hand.

The golden-red cassock flew down from the sky and became dozens of squares in size.

Above the golden bowl flying knife robes, carefully placed the unconscious Mu Yan on it.

Only then did Xue Ji and others react: "Are you... the Jingyuan master of the Great Compassion Temple?"

Jing Yuan glanced at Leng Yumo who was also sleeping, his hands clenched tightly.

The people in Xiaoyaomen were all asleep.

What happened?

Is Yu Mo injured?

Turning his mind back and forth, he felt like an awl poking hard in his heart.

But at this time he was not allowed to check Leng Yumo's condition.

He did not answer Xue Ji's words, but said coldly: "Take everyone to the robes, hurry!"

After Feizhou left the scope of the ancient battlefield, those spiritual practitioners had already scattered and fled.

Some are afraid of fear, greedy for life and fear of death.

But there are also people who are worried about their sect and family and rush to check.

Before the human puppet caught up, You Yue led the Blood Demon Guard to resist.

At this moment, only Xueji, Li Weiran, Han Chujiu and Xiaoyaomen were left on the flying boat.

Fortunately, Jingyuan's robes can still hold as a flying magic weapon.

Li Weiran had already placed the people of Xiaoyaomen on the robes, and she stood beside Xiaobao, quietly watching the battle on Jingyuan's side.

After speaking, he turned around and the golden bowl flew out in his hand.

Only hearing a loud bang, two energies collided in the air and burst again.

Jing Yuan stepped back a few meters, and when he was about to hit the robes, he spouted blood.