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

"Everyone blocked him and saw that there was no magic core burning on his body. As long as the magic core is burned out, the possession will end. We will be saved too!"

"Yes, before the magic core is burned, we must guard everyone at the Xiaoyao Gate!"

"Swear to defend the Xiaoyao Gate to the death!!"

Suddenly, a situation of one person versus ten thousand people formed in the entire Tianmei Temple.

But "Wen Zhe" laughed out loud again.

There was no half of anger or surprise in that laughter, not even contemptuous mockery.

Only the indifference and carelessness as if looking at the ants.

He sighed softly and said: "It seems that you don't want to live anymore. Forget it, let the plan that was not completed because of Wen Zhe's stupidity proceed as usual."

After saying this, Wen Zhe stepped forward.

Immediately afterwards, countless bones began to appear in the entire space.

Many spiritual cultivators and demonic cultivators even had no time to react, they were grabbed through their chests by the bones, and fell down in amazement.

Mu Yan stopped playing the piano in her hands.

The pale little face slowly lifted up, to meet the red rolling eyes.

The body of "Wen Zhe" penetrated through layers of defenses in a flash, came to her, and looked at her condescendingly.

There was no wave in the peach blossom eyes, and the blood-stained slender fingers gently plucked the strings, making a long buzzing sound.

"Chuck..." "Wen Zhe" couldn't help but laugh again, his eyes full of unbearable admiration, "Sure enough, she deserves to be the woman that Di Mingjun looks after, just because of her concentration and mind, she is already worthless. The position of the hostess of the domain. It’s a pity that a woman is a woman after all, indecisive, and emotional. If I am obedient and obedient from the beginning, let me kill Chu Moli and at least save the lives of others."

Mu Yan looked at "Wen Zhe" for a moment, and said in a dumb voice: "Has Senior Brother San guessed your identity? That's why you want to kill him so eagerly?"

The red eyes suddenly darkened.

The next moment, Mu Yan felt that her neck was choked by cold bone fingers, and her whole body was lifted up high.

"Choo Choo Choo--!"

Little Phoenix Ball rushed over anxiously to save the beautiful sister, but was shot flying by "Wen Zhe".

"Little Junior Sister——!!!"

The people from Xiaoyaomen rushed over desperately.

But this time "Wen Zhe" had long expected that he would not be caught off guard as it was when he was attacked.

In front of the other five people in Xiaoyaomen, a white bone also appeared.

The white bones are like puppets, without self-consciousness, and without scarlet eyes.

But its strength far exceeds the fairy king.

In the entire space of mustard seeds, Yingmei and Tianhe have reached the level of immortal king or demon general.

The other monks immediately faced life and death difficulties.

...

After temporarily isolating the obstacle, the red-blooded master of "Wen Zhe" returned to Mu Yan.

I saw that the girl's clothes had long been stained red with blood.

His face was as gray as when Chu Moli had just been strangling his throat.

On the chapped lips, there was a dark purple dying.

Wen Zhe couldn't help but giggled.

This little Kagura has already run out of oil, and even if he doesn't do anything, he will completely exhaust his soul and die.

But even so, her hand still clings to the Celestial Demon Qin, the strings cut her fingers, and she refused to let go.

Her divine consciousness firmly guarded the entrance of the Tianmoqin space.