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

During this time, the Spiritual Ring saved her from danger several times and helped her to recover.

But the emperor never showed up.

Mu Yan knew that something must have stopped him in the land of immortals.

Perhaps the emperor is in a more dangerous situation than he is.

The fusion of three strands of energy in a moment will be nine deaths and a lifetime.

If the Spirit Ring were still in her hands, the Emperor would surely cede his divine power to her at all costs.

She doesn't want to die, and she won't easily admit to losing.

But there is no desire to drag the emperor into the abyss.

Mu Yan stretched his hand and gently touched the ring that fell quietly in the grass. His voice was soft: “Sorry, Emperor, Bao...”

“If I don't come to you... look forward and cherish yourself. ”

Return your hands and Muang's face regains its steadfastness.

Her hand flashed and the magic harp appeared in front of her.

[Magic Shadow] Start, two identical shadows, left and right, opposite each side of the star river.

The piano sounds softly.

The triple star field was suddenly launched.

Almost at the moment of field application, the luminescence in the mucorpus is like smelling something tempting, more brutally leftward and right protruding.

The five dirty hearts are going to be torn apart for a while, and Mu Yan makes a painful grunt.

The cracks on the surface of the skin widened a few more points.

Wired blood donations penetrated through the cracks, dyeing Mu's face into a blood man.

Seeing this scene, Qihuang bit his teeth and forcefully walked into the star river with severe pain in his body.

The elongated hand slowly extended and the black and red energy flowed from his fingertips, shooting into the eyebrows of Mu Honjong and his split body, respectively.

With the injection of this third energy, the light mass in the mucorpus was quiet for a moment.

Then cracks began to appear.

One, two, three...

The original group of light, divided into four parts, rushed in four directions.

Power of the Spirit.

Immortal Power.

Magic power.

And the power of the field!

Four light clusters hit from time to time, scattered from time to time, intermingled from time to time, and they were restrained from each other and involved with each other, but they were not sparked by water.

After being briefly separated by the powers of the Seven Brilliant Demons, Muyan's body was used as a battlefield.

Attempts to annex other forces.

However, none of the four light clusters were found.

The body, which they saw as a battlefield, torn apart by them, began to spread its rays of luminosity, gleaming like a moon, little by little surrounding every luminous mass.

Infiltrate, swallow, absorb, fuse!

The process is slow and difficult, but the moisture is silent.

In space, the little phoenix and the little yellow chicken were next to the galaxy, and the group spun around and burst into tears.

They could tell that Moe was sore and sore.

A man as determined as she is, even with a thousand knives, can talk about the wind, but at this moment, tears of blood can't stop flowing.

Although the body sits on a disc knee, it has cracked spots on the skin, every bluish muscle bursts, and every inch of skin is immersed in blood pockets nearly twisted.

Even if the sparrows are silent in the entire celestial magic harp space, they cannot hear a single sound.

But you also know how hell Mu Yan suffers.

And it's not just Mu Yan, it's seven brilliant things to be tormented.

His red coat has been fading away at some point.

Long hands stretched out in the air become translucent, as if they dissipate anytime, anywhere.

Mu Yan never knew that the seven glorious moments had been in pain all the time.