At this moment, Muyan is evenly matched with the two Golden Immortals from the Immortal Cultivation Continent.
At this moment, Muyan is even faster than Ling Yusheng who has absolute domain space.
Wow! !
Ouyang Xiangdong only felt a sharp tearing pain in his chest and abdomen.
The Qijue Sword crossed his abdomen horizontally.
Immediately afterwards, a raging flame burned on the wound.
The intense pain made Ouyang Xiangdong let out a scream.
Muyan stopped her figure, the sound of the piano stopped, Bu Bu Sheng Lian's burning of spiritual power also disappeared.
She was panting slightly, and her face was a little pale.
With her current cultivation level, [Growing Lotus Step by Step] consumes too much of her spiritual power and vitality.
"Junior sister, are you alright?"
But Muyan didn't answer, but lightly plucked the strings, activated [Echo Sound], to replenish the spiritual power of the seven people.
His eyes were looking at Ouyang's eastward direction for a moment.
The fire in Ouyang Xiangdong's abdomen became more and more intense, and gradually the skin on other parts of his body also burned.
His screams became more and more sharp, and he clasped his hands on his face, as if he wanted to peel off his face.
As soon as Ouyang Qing's face changed, she was about to rush over, "Father!"
Muyan Tianmoqin swung across and blocked his way, "Don't come close!"
Everyone in Xiaoyaomen and Ouyang Qing looked at Muyan in surprise, "Junior Sister, isn't he about to die?"
Obviously seeing Ouyang Xiangdong's appearance, he was at the end of his rope and dying.
But why did the little junior sister's expression become more dignified
Chu Moli said slowly: "It's not that he's going to die, but he's planning to abandon his skin."
"Jie Jie Jie... Hahaha..."
A weird, creepy laughter came from Ouyang Xiangdong.
But the strange thing is that the voice is obviously not Ouyang Xiangdong's.
The voice was sometimes shrill, sometimes feminine, sometimes majestic, and sometimes hoarse, it was as if several voices were put together.
The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker.
Rich black air surged out from Ouyang Xiangdong's body.
The weather in the early summer was originally warm, but at this time it only made people feel the biting cold.
The faces of the seven members of Xiaoyaomen became extremely solemn, and they clenched the long swords in their hands.
Almost at the same time, Ouyang Xiangdong slowly got up.
No! It wasn't Ouyang Xiangdong who got up.
Because Ouyang Xiangdong's "body" covered with bruises and burn marks was lying quietly on the ground.
But in front of their eyes, there appeared a tall man with black energy lingering all over his body.
The man's face was long and narrow, his nose was like a gutter, and his eyes were reddish brown.
His expression seemed to be excited, but also excited, he stuck out his tongue and licked it.
But the tongue was as slender as a snake letter.
And his hands and feet are different from ordinary people, but look like the black claws he just saw.
"Father!" Ouyang Qing rushed over to help Ouyang Xiangdong, and was relieved when he found that he was just passed out and still breathing.
Then, he looked at this strange demon with cold eyes, "Which monster are you? Why are you possessing my father?"
Before Ouyang Qing finished speaking, her face suddenly changed drastically, and she wanted to back away quickly.
However, the speed of this demon is so fast that ordinary people can't even imagine.
In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Ouyang Qing, and a claw struck towards his face.
Ouyang Qing quickly raised the sword to resist, but there was a snap.