Tian Shuo’s eyes were also cold and malicious, Xiao Xuan’er began to gear up, murderous, and it was time for revenge!
“Feng Chi, you stay with Rutian, Tianshuo, Ximo, Xuan’er come in with me!” Mu Qianyue said coldly, turning her head to look at Nalan Xueling and Ke Yingying beside her, “You two Both stayed to help.”
Hua Luo’s figure flashed, and he directly entered the Si Ming Hall.
The reason why she stunned Bruce was because she didn’t want him to get involved in this dispute. After all, Bruce was Shura, and he would continue to live in this **** in the future.
If he gets involved, I’m afraid there will be no place for him in the future.
But he is different, rescued Jing, and they will leave here together.
So Mu Qianyue thought about it again and again, and directly knocked Blu out.
To her friends, she always thinks of them everywhere.
When she was in danger, he did not hesitate to stand in front of her, so how could she selfishly put him in a dangerous situation? Only when he fainted and did not get involved in this dispute could he be able to protect himself wisely.
……
“Stinky boy, you seemed to be very arrogant before?” Tian Shuo’s blue eyes flashed with a cold and bloodthirsty light, staring at the opposite Situ Mo, and sneered.
“I have endured him for a long time! Now I can finally do it, I feel so good!” Xiao Xuan’er grinned, revealing her white and neat teeth, and smiled grimly.
Mu Rutian narrowed his eyes, exuding a terrifying murderous aura all over his body.
Although Meng Ximo didn’t speak, her aura and coldness were not weaker than them at all. She has always regarded Qianyue as her best sister. When she saw Qianyue being bullied, she was naturally very angry, especially when she saw that the enemy was right in front of her.
Situ Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly. Although he had already guessed that Xiaoyue’er couldn’t come to the Netherworld alone, he didn’t expect that she would summon so many strong men at once, three ninth-order emperors. A warrior, an eighth-order emperor warrior, and a fifth-order emperor warrior, this kind of strength is really not ordinary!
Even there are not so many strong people around him, but there are still many middle-level demon generals in the Nether Prison.
“Just a few of you want to stop me?” There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, his fingers pinched, and suddenly dozens of Shura Kings appeared in the air, tall and tall, with a height of several feet. Gao, with hideous and ugly faces, exudes a terrifying demonic energy from top to bottom, which is extremely terrifying. They roared and rushed towards Tian Shuo and others.
A fierce battle begins in an instant.
Tian Shuo and Mu Rutian launched a violent attack on Situ Mo. At first, Situ Mo didn’t care, but suddenly his face turned pale, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made him suffocate a little. Even the magical energy condensed in the palm of the hand has faded a bit, and the momentum has dropped significantly!
There was a trace of doubt and horror in his handsome and sinister eyes. What’s going on? How is his strength limited?
“You don’t know, right? My lord, she has long since set off Tianyang San in the holy magic flower. It is a poison pill specially designed to deal with your Shura. How about it, do you think it’s enjoyable?” Tian Shuo sneered disdainfully, and moved his hands Non-stop, the moves are more and more violent and terrifying, and the moves are fierce and deadly.
He won’t show mercy to Situ Mo.
Mu Rutian also didn’t like him in the slightest, and he took a very heavy shot. Taking advantage of his illness, he became more and more fierce in his moves. He opened the Qinglong bloodline, and his fighting power exceeded the table. The blood of the Qinglong, shocking the world!
On the other side, Meng Ximo, Moshang Fengling, Nalan Xueling, and Ke Yingying kept fighting with those Shura who were swarming. Enter.
They want to buy more rescue time for Xiaoyueer!
The secret room in the Temple of the Underworld
The Ghost Lord of the Netherworld looked at the person in front of him with a smug expression, and said with a sinister smile, “Nalanjing, you think you have the Yanhuang bloodline to protect you, so I can’t help you? I already got the Holy Demon Flower! Soon I will be able to devour your soul, occupy your body, and become the last descendant of the Yanhuang bloodline!”
“Hahaha… If you had been obedient to me before, I might have been able to make your death easier, but you didn’t listen, so you had to be right with me! Now I’ve decided, I want it bit by bit. Devour your soul and make your life worse than death! This is what happens if you don’t obey my orders! In this world, no one can disobey my orders! Including that person!”
His fairly handsome face was grim, with a bloodthirsty sneer at the corners of his mouth. He looked like a madman, no different from a lunatic.
Speaking, he opened the red sandalwood box in his hand, revealing the holy magic flower inside.
Nalanjing’s pupils shrank suddenly, and his beautiful purple eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t take the words of the ghost master at all. At this time, his eyes were firmly locked on the holy magic flower in the hands of the ghost master. superior.
Why did he feel the breath of the moon on the holy magic flower…
And that night, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, sometimes anxious, sometimes brisk, sometimes slightly heavy, such a familiar heartbeat, that kind of throbbing, all belonged to the moon…
One thing is completely certain now, Yue’er has come to the Netherworld! !
“Is that so?” A deep light flashed in the purple eyes, and his handsome face was still cold and leisurely, calm and calm, even in this dark and terrifying hell, he still couldn’t hide his anger. A peerless elegance.
The brocade robes on his body are still as white as snow, spotless, and his three thousand black hair hangs like fine silk on his ears or on his back. Perhaps because he has been in **** for many years, his skin is very delicate. Bai is very white, with a hint of feminine beauty, with a sneer of contempt and sneer in the purple eyes like glaze, confident and proud, noble and domineering, like that aloof spirit, looking down at the crickets and crickets under his feet.
Even if he is a prisoner at this moment, his domineering arrogance, which is innately innate to look down on the world, is still unstoppable and heart-pounding.
“Soon you will regret your previous stubbornness!” The ghost master of the ghost snorted coldly. What he hated most was Nalan Jing’s noble, indifferent, contemptuous look, as if he was a pitiful creature. This kind of sympathetic look made him the most angry!
He is the king of the underworld, and there is nothing he can’t do, so he doesn’t need anyone’s sympathy and mercy!
At this time, there was a slight footstep outside.
A small figure walked in, it was Si Ming.
Si Ming heard the summons from the ghost master of the Netherworld and entered the secret room. When he saw the figure on the dragon-binding pillar locked by the soul chain, a flash of surprise flashed across his black eyes, and then he calmed down again. Wubo covered his head and bowed his head respectfully, “Master, what’s the matter with summoning the disciples?”