Chu Moli Qu tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers.
Suddenly, he reached down with his right hand and grabbed a piece of paper.
Muyan glanced at it, only to realize that this is actually the picture of [Hundred Ghosts Flying to the Moon] drawn by Chu Moli before.
It's just that the original complete and clear painting has become mottled now, with obvious burning marks on the corners and the center.
Muyan gasped: "How did this painting become like this?"
She suddenly thought of something: "Is this painting devouring the energy of the Killing Stone and Hundred Gu Souls?"
Chu Moli didn't speak, but stared blankly at the painting in his hand, his already delicate and thin face showed an increasingly sickly and desolate gloomy paleness.
The whole person seems to be integrated with the painting.
"Third senior brother?"
Chu Moli suddenly came back to his senses, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.
He pinched the painting with two fingers, and suddenly a ball of flame shot out from his fingertips, instantly burning the already broken picture of "Hundred Ghosts Flying to the Moon".
Muyan is a little dumbfounded.
Seeing Chu Moli raised his head, met Muyan's eyes, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, revealing a gentle smile: "Want to know?"
Muyan nodded.
Chu Moli lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "It's a pity, this is a secret."
A secret that no one can tell.
Muyan: "..."
Third senior brother, you used to be just a pervert.
Have you all turned into childish perverts now
"Third Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Sister, what secrets are you discussing?" Luo Yu came over curiously, "I want to listen too."
Chu Moli glanced at him and was about to speak.
Lan Yitian, Su Mingyue and others stepped forward at this moment.
Their faces were full of guilt and awe. When faced with these seven teenagers who were only old enough to be their grandchildren, they were too ashamed to say a word.
When the Xiaoyao Seven Sons were besieged on all sides, they chose to stand by and watch for the safety of their own family and relatives.
Now it is because of the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao that they can be saved.
For a moment, I felt mixed feelings and felt ashamed to see others.
As for those casual cultivators and small sect families who came to join in the fun, they had already fled in desperation.
It's just that although people escaped, many things have been deeply engraved in their minds.
It has since become a legend and can never be erased.
Su Ziyi lowered his head and said mournfully, "Miss sister, I'm really useless, I can't help at all..."
Su Ziyi hasn't even said your last word yet.
The accident happened at this moment!
Muyan's reaction was extremely fast.
Before everyone could react, she had already pushed Luo Yu and Su Ziyi away.
In the blink of an eye, the Qijue Sword flashed in the palm of his hand, and he hastily blocked it with his backhand.
boom! ! !
A deafening bang broke the peace and tranquility at the foot of Fengtian Mountain.
Muyan flew upside down for a full hundred zhang before she managed to stabilize her figure in front of a mountain wall.
A sword with a shimmering cold light stopped in front of Muyan, buzzing and trembling twice.
Finally, he turned around and returned to a pair of slender and cold hands.
"hiss!!"
Seeing the young man holding the long sword, many people present gasped.
"Master Jue Ming! It's Mr. Jue Ming Ning Xu!!"
"Young Master Ning, show mercy!"
Lan Yitian and the others were already planning to leave, seeing this scene, they hurriedly flew forward, blocking Ning Xu and Muyan.
"The Seven Sons of Xiaoyao are not demons at all, all of this is a conspiracy of Dingbeihou and Jing Tianyi."