Ning Jinqiu was in a daze for a while, and then he laughed, "Who is that person? Of course... Of course it is Ning Xu, the deadly son who hates Jun Xiyuan the most and vows to slaughter all the demons in the world!"
Muyan sucked in a breath of cold air, but felt faintly in her heart that it was indeed so.
Ning Xu is also surnamed Ning.
And has a pair of eyes very similar to hers.
From the moment they first met, Ning Xu showed an unusual closeness to her, but he hated the Mozu and the surname Jun.
"What is the relationship between Ning Xu and Ning Yanxin?"
Ning Jinqiu shook his head: "I, I don't know... I only see that he has a very good heart for Ning Yan, but he is the one who hates the demons and Jun Xiyuan the most among the people from the floating island."
"I've already said everything I can say, Miss Jun, Mrs. Jun, Jun... Lady Jun, I beg you, let me go! Let me... let me live... let me get out of the impure abyss..."
Muyan showed a mocking smile: "You want to get out of here alive, have you ever thought about how many innocent monks you threw in, they also want to get out of here alive? Have you given them a chance to live?"
The poison of [Zhu Shenwu] slowly invaded Ning Jinqiu's body.
His body began to twitch and convulse non-stop, and purple-blue scars gradually appeared on his face.
"No, no, I don't want to die! I'm not a blasphemer, get me out of here!"
"Bitch, if you dare to kill me, the Ning family will not let you go, and the entire Northland will not let you go!"
"Woooooo... I was wrong, you can tell me to do anything... Please don't make me a living corpse... Ka... Ka... Ka..."
Watching Ning Jinqiu's eyes gradually turn white, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Because of the damage he received in [Floating Life Like a Dream], his cultivation base and resistance were weakened, so [Zhen Shenwu] began to erode his body, turning him into a corpse.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he will slowly lose his sanity, just like the villagers of Yuanwu Village and the thousands of blasphemers who were abandoned here, leaving only the instinct of devouring and survival until his whole body rots completely. Dissipate and die.
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Muyan ignored Ning Jinqiu, turned around and walked towards the unconscious Yun Ruohan.
As she walked, she wondered, "Qihuang, why didn't you express your opinion this time?"
On weekdays, if she risked her life for others.
Qi Xiaohuang was already jumping in anger.
However, this time, since she decided to lead Yun Ruohan to fall into the devil until now, Qihuang has been as quiet as a chicken, without saying anything.
This situation is too weird.
"Hmph! It's just a demon, what's the big deal?"
In the space of Tianmoqin, Qihuang was concentrating on playing [Ghosting Chess], while the little yellow chicken and little phoenix rolled around him.
Occasionally, he accidentally bumped into one of his chess pieces, and would be caught by him and beaten violently.
Hearing Muyan's question, Qi Huang waved his hands impatiently, "If you don't even have this ability, are you worthy of being the successor of the divine musician, and the master of the Tianmoqin?"
Muyan: "..."
She helped her forehead helplessly, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.
This brat!
However, the sadness in my heart was diluted a lot.
She glanced at her senior brother lying on the ground, slowly hugged the Tianmoqin in her hand, and then relaxed again.
Yes, it's just fascination, she... will definitely succeed.
However, Muyan didn't notice it.
When she withdrew her consciousness from the space of Tianmoqin, Qihuang fell on the grass, her body curled up into a ball.