“Big Brother, are you all right? ”

This time, Xue Huaiyi, in order to kill Junmuyan, even took out the eight mirrors that the Xue family had only passed on to their heirs. Xue Zhong originally disagreed.

With Xue Huaiyi's Shu, we can't really manage the eight mirrors today. Improper use may instead be injured by the regurgitation of the artifact.

The deviation from these eight mirrors is the covenant of Xue's ancestors with Xue Huaiyi's divine knowledge by secret methods.

No one else can use it.

But Xue Huaiyi really hated the three people at the gate. He was lonely. Xue Zhong had no choice but to cooperate with him.

Even if he disagreed, Xue Zhong never doubted it.

Simply use the eight mirrors and cooperate with the Xue family's elite horses to ambush on the edge of the broken soul forest, the three Junmuyans will definitely die.

But at this moment, the scene in the soul forest was unbelievable to him.

Xue Huaiyi's face was covered in blood. He couldn't bear to see it. He was being carried in his hands like a garbage bag.

The eight mirrors are on the blue rain of the [Caller of Thousands].

And Xue Huaiyi took them in to surround the three men, and at this point, they all became corpses.

In this scene, let's not say Xue faithfully surprised.

Even Tiananmen couldn't help but shake.

What kind of monsters are these three?

Why can't I kill him?

Instead of killing them, they're getting worse and worse!

Xue Zhong's lips shivered, so half a dozen words could be said: “Miss Jun, there is something to say... as long as you magnify the eldest son and hand over the eight mirrors, everything is well negotiated. ”

“The eldest son is the heir designated by my Xue family. If Miss Jun killed him, she would be against our entire Xue family. Miss Jun, you can't afford this kind of consequences, either yourself or your doorman. ”

Mu Yan pulled Xue Huaiyi in front of him, and the seven swords gently cut open a mouth on his stomach.

Xue Huaiyi immediately made a terrible scream. He couldn't care less about hatred and pain. All he knew was a frightened scream: "No, don't kill me! I, I don't want anything, just please let me live!! ”

Moo-yan pulled up his lips and revealed a naive and evil smile: "Elder Xue, what did you just say? Shall I say it again? ”

Xue Zhong saw this scene and a heart almost jumped out of his throat.

That's tough!

Jun Muyan, this woman really deserves to be a demon head. She deserves to be slaughtered by the city. There is really no room left for her to do anything.

But he can be tough, but he can't ignore the big boy's life and death.

Otherwise, when the mystery comes out, he won't live.

Xue Zhong took a deep breath and lowered his breath: “Miss Jun, as long as you promise to let Young Master go and return the eight mirrors, I assure Xue Zhong that you will rest in peace in the secret realm. ”

Tianzhenmen's face suddenly became unusually ugly.

At this time, Xue Zhong couldn't care less for his young master's life.

Mu Yan smiled slightly: “Xue Huaiyi, the dead dog, can live, but we have the eight mirrors. Just assume that you Xue family have been chasing us for so many days. ”

“No!” exclaimed Xue Zhong, “That's impossible! Eight Mirrors is my Xue family's treasure. No one dares to talk about it, it will never end well! ”

He bit his teeth: “Besides, these eight mirrors are connected to my Xue family's consciousness. Even if you get them, they won't activate at all. ”