Ning Fusheng saw the Golden Crow Fire Essence quietly flying towards Muyan.
Suddenly he raised his hand and punched Ning Zhongbai hard in the stomach.
This fist contains powerful spiritual power.
Ning Zhongbai's already dying body spit out another mouthful of blood and completely lost consciousness.
Looking at the dead air that began to cover Ning Zhongbai's face.
Muyan's face changed, and she said sharply: "Let's give up resistance, don't hurt Second Uncle again!"
She threw the Seven Absolute Sword on the ground without hesitation.
Ning Yue closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and threw the weapon in her hand on the ground.
Ning Kunshan looked at Muyan with a smile and said: "Girl, if I remember correctly, you should still have a piano."
Muyan glanced at him lightly.
He took out the Tian Mo Qin and threw it on the ground as well.
Ning Kunshan unconsciously glanced at Tianmoqin, and his eyes dimmed.
I don't know why, but it's just a very humble guqin.
But when he looked closely, it made him feel terrified.
Moreover, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen this Guqin somewhere.
"Show Gu the piano."
Yin Yuanyi's arrogant voice came from behind, interrupting Ning Kunshan's thoughts at once.
Ning Kunshan came back to his senses, showed a gentle smile, and said to a servant of Ning's family: "Young Master Yin said he wanted to see the piano, what are you still doing, why don't you send it over quickly."
The servants of the Ning family quickly brought the Tianmoqin to Yin Yuanyi.
Yin Yuanyi dialed casually.
It was discovered that he was not the descendant of the divine musician, so he really couldn't play the Tianmoqin, which is famous in the Three Realms.
He couldn't help raising his head and looked at the girl not far away.
It happened to meet her gaze.
After the baptism of the battle, those peach blossom eyes, which were already rippling, became brighter, more translucent and attractive.
Yin Yuanyi felt distracted for a while, and his mouth was dry.
He couldn't wait to enjoy this woman.
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On the other side, Ning Kunshan looked at Muyan with kind eyes, and said softly: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Muyan curled her lips together, and said slowly: "You said before that through the sacrifices of the Ning family one after another, the curse left to the Ning family by the master of the Illusory Demon Palace has been gradually dispelled, but now it seems that the situation is obviously the opposite of."
Ning Kunshan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became a little dangerous.
The smile on Muyan's face deepened: "Or, I should put it this way, it's not that the Ning family's situation is very bad, but your situation is very bad, right? The decayed old body can no longer accommodate an ambitious, selfish Your soul. Even with the lives of so many descendants of the Ning family, you are getting closer and closer to death, step by step."
"What is that [curse] called? Oh! By the way, [Broken Yuan Demon Soul Curse], when you reach the level of Xuanxian, you will grow old and die. Now the survival of the Ning family is not the most important thing, the most important thing is you The old monster can't hold on any longer."
"That's why I humbly asked for help from the Nether Realm. I even had to do such a shameless act as taking back my granddaughter who hadn't been raised for a day, and then giving it away as a gift."
"Ancestor of the Ning family, am I right?"
The gentle and kind smile on Ning Kunshan's face finally faded away, and turned into a terrifying ferocity and violence.
"Jun Muyan." He slowly raised the [Raksha Mandarin Duck Sleeve].