"Little girl, just rely on you? A mere Xuanxian wants to kill me? Do you know what my cultivation level is?"
The Qi Jue Sword in Mu Yan's hand became slightly longer by a few inches. She inserted the Qi Jue Sword into the ground, pressed her hands on the hilt, and leaned forward against the sword, making her whole lazy and leisurely.
"Li Qiye has reached the realm of Immortal Venerable, this can be seen by anyone with eyes. But this is the Jiuli tribe, isn't it? Who says the level of strength depends on the realm of cultivation?"
Mu Yan tilted her head slightly, looking at Li Hong with a smile, with a lazy arc at the corner of her mouth.
Obviously she was a little girl in the fairyland, facing the old antique in the fairyland, she didn't lose the slightest momentum.
"If Qiye really feels that he is better than me, can you tell me how I transferred the [Transformation Curse] to someone else? If Qiye is in the [Transformation Curse], you can do it like this Am I like this?"
As soon as he said this, Li Hong's face changed.
Can he do it to lift the transformation curse?
can!
But it is absolutely impossible to hold it easily, but with the help of various special materials, and it takes a lot of curse power.
The most important thing is that he can only remove the incarnation curse on others.
If he himself is really hit by the Transformation Curse and loses all his cultivation base, he will also be powerless.
What's more, this girl didn't release the Transformation Curse, but transferred the Transformation Curse to someone else.
Li Hong admits that he can never do it.
Mu Yan laughed lowly: "It seems that Seventh Master can't do it? Then Seventh Master would like to try my next spell?"
"I have learned this spell for a long time. The lethality is so amazing that I haven't even tried it myself. If you accidentally hurt Li Qiye for a while, don't be surprised."
Before she finished speaking, Mu Yan suddenly raised her hand, and a piece of paper that looked extremely ordinary was suddenly thrown at Lihong.
When the thin paper is still in the air, it is immediately burned.
The mellow power of the curse swept through the air.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sneer on the paper, and a thick mist filled it.
Li Hong's face changed drastically, his hands quickly formed seals, and his figure suddenly retreated.
Both the divine power and the curse power in the body were mobilized, and they were fully prepared for the next attack.
However, the chick smoke kept ringing.
The attack never came.
Until the bottom of the smoke pool dissipated, only the empty hall was left in front of Hong's eyes.
And the dull medical girl standing on both sides of the hall.
The Tsing Yi woman and the little rabbit all disappeared without a trace.
boom--!!
Li Hong lifted his palm and crushed the case severely, his hard face almost distorted.
"Okay, very good, little girl, even Li Hong dare to lie!"
The doctor girls on the side were silent, but waves quietly appeared in their dead eyes.
Who is that woman in Tsing Yi?
How could she have the guts to go against Jiuli?
How could she have such an ability to escape from the Jiuli envoy.
After Li Hong Zhen was angry, he couldn't help but chuckled again: "Little girl, do you think you can escape from my palm? As long as you are still in this temple, you will be like my urn, and sooner or later you will fall again. Back to me."
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Mu Yan hugged the little rabbit and walked silently through the aisle.
In the end, I chose an empty room to go in and closed the door.
Divine Sense carefully explored outside, and he was relieved to make sure that no one was chasing him.
This time it was too dangerous.