Gu Qingqiao heard a faint voice in front of him, and together with Mu Liti, he slowly approached.
The voice became clearer and clearer, and Wuying's unique low voice, with a hint of femininity, entered the ears of the two.
"I didn't expect you to come here alone. Should you say that you are stabbed for the sake of your friends, or should you say that you are stupid?"
The other party didn't speak, and Wuying's voice continued to come out: "Do you know that the little demon king is not a credible lord? They, the demon clan, have been trying to survive for nearly a thousand years. What can't they do? Do you believe him?"
Immediately afterwards, a cold voice came: "I don't believe him, do I believe you?"
"Ayun!" Gu Qingqiao rushed out immediately.
At the end of the corridor, there is a huge stone hall, the candles are on and off, and the dim yellow fire makes it difficult to see the scene in front of you.
Mu Xiyuan was still dressed in white, but a thick iron chain was wrapped around his arms, which made people feel shocking against the background of the white clothes.
Gu Qingqiao's eyes turned to his face, his face was a little pale, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth!
"Wuying! Let me go!" Gu Qingqiao clenched his hands tightly, his veins exposed.
"Oops! Senior brother is here!" Wuying folded her arms, her beautiful face showing a look of joy. "Did you come to see me?"
Gu Qingqiao didn't even look at him, just stared at the blood on the corner of Mu Xiyun's mouth, and rushed forward.
Suddenly, a powerful coercion came towards him, Wuying opened his hand and stood between the two.
Both of them groaned, Gu Qingqiao felt annoyed, and under Wuying's pressure, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
He had always forgotten that Wuying had already surpassed himself, who had just been reborn for less than a year, in the past fifty years, and was no longer the little junior brother who could be pressed and beaten before.
Another wave of coercion came, and Gu Qingqiao couldn't resist, so he summoned the silver spear and used the power of Lingwu to fight against it.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Wuying's mouth, and she glanced at Mu Xiyun: "This is what you gave him? Since he was reborn, have you encouraged him to cultivate? Can you help him take revenge?"
After speaking, he turned to Gu Qingqiao again: "Senior brother, I will help you get the relic of the demon ancestor, not for you to have fun. If the demonic energy in your body is not stimulated, you will not be strong. When I was a mere Nascent Soul, I put You have suppressed it like this. When you meet the devil in the future, what will you fight with him? What will you use to take revenge?"
"Do I want you to help me?" Gu Qingqiao glared at him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, continued to carry the pressure, and tried to move forward.
"Ha, ha ha, now, you still don't understand!" Wuying laughed loudly, turned around and pulled up the iron chain on Mu Xiyun's body. The chain carried spiritual power, and it tightened and tightened under Wuying's pulling, and it had the potential to be pulled into Mu Xiyun's arm.
Mu Xiyun frowned, but her voice was still cold: "His choice is his, what do you do for him?"
"Don't think that if you follow him, he will always be nice to you! You are hurting him!" Wuying tightened his hand and pulled Mu Xiyun directly in front of him. He slowly stretched out his hand, and a gleaming dagger appeared in his hand, the tip of the dagger swiped lightly on Mu Xiyun's face, leaving a bloody mouth, Wuying said with a smile, "I want to see it. , how long can he endure."
Gu Qingqiao looked at the wound on Mu Xiyun's face, and blood beads quickly seeped out of the wound and dripped down the arc of his cheek. With a jade-colored face, bright red blood, and Gu Qingqiao's eyes are about to split, there is a sudden burst of heat in his heart, and the Demon Ancestor Relic is running fast in an instant.
Like a breakthrough in meditation, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly gathered and rushed towards Guqing Bridge like a gust of wind. Threads of black magic energy emanated from his body, and Gu Qingqiao's eyes gradually congested, turning from Qingming to confusion.
Wuying watched condescendingly, a satisfied smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
There was a turbulent situation in the hall, and no one noticed that the space behind Mu Xiyun cracked a small gap. , slashed hard at Wuying.
Nascent Soul's spiritual consciousness was strong after all, just when the short knife was about to hit Wuying's wrist, he pushed Mu Xiyun back fiercely, and the iron chain in his hand met the short knife.
The only sound of "say" was heard, the chain broke, and Mu Xiyuan immediately broke free.
With a wave of his right hand from his waist, the soft sword was unsheathed, and the whip was thrown towards Wuying. Wuying had just avoided a knife, but before he could stand firm, he saw the soft sword whistling with the wind, and could not help but take a step back.
Mu Xiyuan was not reluctant to fight. Taking advantage of the soft sword's power, he rushed forward and shouted, "Qingqiao!"
Gu Qingqiao's kneeling body was in front of him, Mu Xiyun took the soft sword and stepped forward to help him.
His hands passed through Gu Qingqiao's body without hindrance.
Mu Xiyuan looked at her hand in surprise, and stretched it out again, still passing through it just like the previous time.
"Haha, hahaha!" There was Wuying's laughter from behind, Mu Xiyuan's soft sword shot again, the tip of the sword reached Wuying's eyebrows, and shouted: "What did you do to him?"
"What did I do?" Wuying laughed, leaning back and forth, but in a blink of an eye, she changed her color: "Look at it carefully."
Behind Gu Qingqiao, a white mist-like vortex suddenly appeared, and the vortex gradually expanded and moved forward. After a while, Gu Qingqiao was shrouded in a whirlpool.
Wuying clapped his hands, the light flashed, and Gu Qingqiao suddenly disappeared.
"What did I do to him?" Wuying's coercion suddenly fell on Mu Xiyuan, forcing his arm to tremble and unable to hold the soft sword. His chest was like being beaten by a giant tree, forcing out a mouthful of blood.
"In this world, without power, everything will be lost!"
Wuying gritted his teeth and said to Mu Xiyun: "At the time, I had no power, and I was played between the hands of the devil and my father, and I couldn't save my brother. Now, I recast the magic crystal for him, and today, I want him to inspire the devil. When the demonic energy is fully stimulated, he will have incomparably powerful power. He can defeat the enemy, avenge himself fifty years ago, be a demon king, and do whatever he wants!"
"You ask me what I did to him? Everything I did was for him! For him I took refuge in Asabo, for him I was enchanted, and I arranged for him for so many years! My brother, he deserves the world The best of everything! None of you try to stop me!"
With the roaring language and strong pressure, Mu Xiyuan was severely imprisoned in mid-air by him, gradually losing consciousness. In the haze, a shadowless voice came: "As for you, Xiao Xianjun" He pinched Mu Xiyun's chin contemptuously, "It's just my brother's plaything..." He stretched out his hand, and Mu Xi in mid-air Yun was thrown violently against the stone wall.
Before hitting the stone wall, the air in front of Mu Xiyun suddenly cracked, a hand took advantage of the situation, and pulled Mu Xiyun into the gap. After a while, he disappeared.
When Mu Xiyuan woke up, it was already evening.
Splitting headache. Mu Xiyun frowned and slowly opened his eyes. The light of the setting sun is about to disappear completely.
"Brother Mu, you're awake!" The young boy Shang's immature voice sounded in his ears, Mu Xiyuan turned his head slightly, and the young Huzi sat on the chair in front of his bed with a look of panic and anxiety.
"This is...?" Mu Xiyuan looked around, the room was typical desert style, and the furnishings were full of exotic flavors.
"We, we are in the Crescent City Magic Array. Brother Zhang said that there is plenty of spiritual power here, and your injury will recover faster."
Mu Xiyuan rubbed her temples, her memory a little confused. A picture suddenly popped out of his mind: Gu Qingqiao fell to his knees in pain, and his hand passed through his body, not touching anything, not grasping anything...
Seeing what Mu Xiyun was thinking, the middleman behind the boy said, "Don't worry, Master Mu, it wasn't because of his body that you couldn't meet him at that time, it was just because you saw what you saw at the time. Brother Gu, it's not him."
"You mean, what I saw was an illusion?"
"Yes," Zhu Li took two steps forward and emerged from the darkness in the corner of the room: "It is said that there is a thaumaturgy in the desert called "Mirage", which is an illusion created by spiritual power. Ordinary illusions are all It is a person's own imagination, but using a mirage is to show what happened in another place in another place. The two parties who are being cast can communicate with each other, but they cannot touch each other, because they are separated from each other. "
I will remember the various things in the stone hall before, Wuying should have prepared two identical halls, and displayed a mirage in front of everyone, making everyone think that everyone is in the same room. Mu Xiyun rescued the members of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but the place where Gu Qingqiao went was not the same at all.
"Qingqiao he..." Mu Xiyun looked up at Zhu Li, who gave a wry smile and shook his head.
"Brother Mu, I'm sorry, I'm also eager to save people, but I didn't expect to fall for his trick!"
Mu Xiyuan sat up, reached out and rubbed Hu Zi's head, and said softly, "Why did you save your own clan? I also volunteered to save people with you, don't think too much."
Seeing him being so reasonable, Zhu Li also felt a sense of guilt and admiration in his heart: "What are the plans of Master Mu Xian?"
Mu Xiyun shook his head in a daze, as if there was a big stone stuck in his heart, he was very depressed.
After drinking the medicine brought by the two of them and having some dinner, Mu Xiyun leaned on the head of the bed and recalled every word Wuying said in detail.
Suddenly, there was a burst of hearty laughter outside the window, and the tall Tan Shen walked into the hospital, the gold border on his black robe shone brightly in the faint glow of the setting sun.
Mu Xiyun greeted him through the window, but Tan Shen saw the little demon behind him at a glance. After being stunned for a moment, the tall man quickly regained his full smile: "Master Mu, long time no see, is the old brother here?"