Holding a sword in her hand, Luo Yunxiao stepped forward step by step.
The leader of the guards quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of Luo Yunxiao.
Several other Yin Yuanyi's guards also dispersed one after another, surrounding Luo Yunxiao in the center.
Facing the bottomless black eyes.
The leader of the guards couldn't help swallowing, and forced himself to calm down: "Your Highness, what are you going to do? The young master is your younger brother and the future heir of the Nether Realm. Did you make the promise you made before?"
Luo Yunxiao looked at Yin Yuanyi without any expression on her face.
His voice was still calm and indifferent, as if his emotions were calm, "Are you using Mingyin Shengyan to deal with her?"
After a pause, he asked again: "You use the Mingyin Shengyan you took from me to deal with her?"
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Muyan wakes up from Qiuqiu and Qihuang's worried calls.
When I opened my eyes, this was what I saw.
That's what I heard.
Muyan was startled, looking at Luo Yunxiao's back, she was stunned for a moment.
Ever since she was brought back to Chuya Palace by Ning Kunshan, she has been trying to delay time.
But she didn't expect that the one who came first was not Di Ming Jue, but the junior uncle.
Why did the little uncle come to Ning's house
Moreover, he just said: "You use the Mingyin Shengyan you took from me to deal with her?"
"Qihuang, what does the little uncle's words mean?"
Qihuang's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth for a long while before saying: "What else could it mean? Mingyin Shengyan was inspired by Luo Yunxiao's pretty face in the Wangchuan River. He almost died at the beginning..."
There was one more sentence that Qi Huang didn't say.
At the beginning, Luo Yunxiao almost died.
And he was also affected by that nasty little boy, and he was in pain.
It was Muyan's piano sound that relieved his pain, and also saved Luo Yunxiao from life and death.
Muyan said in a low voice: "Yin Yuanyi snatched the Mingyin Sacred Flame refined by my junior uncle? How did you take it away?"
She asked like this, but a picture from a long time ago had already appeared in her mind.
The little uncle came back suddenly, but was seriously injured.
The back was a bloody mess.
But what is more serious is the damage to the soul.
It took me a lot of effort to make him barely recover.
Could it be that time...
Qihuang snorted softly: "Judging from the relevant ancient records in the Nether Realm, inspiring the Holy Flame of the Netherworld is equivalent to obtaining the inheritance of the Holy Spirit, and the inheritance of the Holy Spirit is directly engraved on the human body with a special rune. Think To dig out and transfer, only those who have received the inheritance are willing to bear the pain of cutting out the heart and eating the bones, and being scraped off the entire rune from the body alive, and cutting off the connection between the spirit and the soul of the inheritance of the Holy Spirit. That kind of pain... "
He paused, and then said coldly: "That kind of pain is probably a hundred times and a thousand times more painful than when you let Tian Moqin recognize its master."
Muyan's complexion suddenly darkened, and evil spirit faintly appeared between her brows.
Dare to bully their little uncle of Xiaoyaomen!
How dare they let their heavenly little master suffer such torture!
Very good, Yin Yuanyi, you are dead today! !
"Hmph!" Qi Huang sneered, "Isn't that little boy to blame for all of this? Who made him so stupid that if others wanted to dig out the [Holy Spirit Inheritance] from him, he would just be poached away obediently? It's the deity who is still hurting." Also follow along..."
Qi Huang didn't say any more about the latter words.
Although Muyan has already guessed about the connection between Qi Huang and the little uncle.
But all speculation is hazy and vague.