The pustules burst from time to time, sending out black smoke.
The smoke did not disperse, but continued to wrap around Chu Moli's body.
Such a scene, just looking at it, feels painful and creepy.
But Chu Moli seemed to be okay, instead he smiled lightly: "Brother, you should save me some face, right?"
Yun Ruohan gritted his teeth.
He didn't answer Chu Moli, but looked at the other people in the room with a sullen face.
Han Ye, Ying Mei, Star Wolf, Min Wei, Tian He, Xue Ji, Yao Dao, Jiu Boy...
Each of them is one of the most important figures in Xiuxian Continent.
Any little fairy who came across such a person would wish to worship and hold his thigh tightly.
But at this time Yun Ruohan couldn't even pull out a smiling face, so he said coldly: "Please go out first."
The three of Han Ye already knew how deep the bond between the seven members of Xiaoyaomen was.
And how much potential do these few people taught by Di Ming Jue have.
So upon hearing Yun Ruohan's words, Han Ye threw the already unconscious Tong Zhangling into the portable space without hesitation, then bent slightly and left.
Elder Minwei glanced at the pale Muyan, with a look of worry and anxiety on his face.
The situation today is extremely complex.
The life and death of the demon king is uncertain, and the priest of the demon emperor rebelled.
There are also countless spiritual cultivators living in the Demon Palace.
It can be said that if there is a little carelessness, the relatively stable situation in Xiuxian Continent for thousands of years will collapse.
They have too many questions to ask Her Royal Highness, but...
"Who are you? How dare you be so arrogant in the territory of our demon clan?" Tianhe yelled and was about to rush over, "Your Highness, now that Wen Zhe wants to attack you, we must guard you..."
Swish!
The red lotus soul-destroying knife came out of its body and stood in front of Tianhe, the red lotus flame looming on the blade.
The surrounding space seems to be solidified, and the cloud silk silk has turned into a needle, ready to go.
The golden earth wall rose from the ground, like a copper wall and an iron wall, blocking the way of Tianhe.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Tianhe had a surprised expression on his face, and it was the first time he looked at these little guys in front of him.
Yun Ruohan lightly repeated what he had said just now: "Elder Minwei, Junior Sister needs a quiet space to heal Third Junior Brother, so please go out first. Xiaoyao Sect can guarantee the safety of Junior Sister!"
Min Wei was stunned for a long while, and then grabbed Tian He's collar who was still about to rush out, said sorry, and waved for everyone in the Demon Race to leave together.
Before leaving, he looked at Muyan worriedly, and said in a low voice: "The princess is entrusted to you, please make sure not to let her get hurt."
Now the demon clan is precarious, and there are many crises ahead.
The princess may be the only hope in this peril.
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After the door was closed, Qin Jiu quickly set up a physical barrier with earthen walls.
Ling Yusheng took out the talismans drawn by Muyan and pasted them on the earthen wall one by one.
When everything was ready, they sat cross-legged beside Muyan and Chu Moli.
Hands intersected two by two, and then very tacitly and naturally poured the fairy energy and spiritual energy in his body into Muyan's body.
The sound of the piano is slow, gurgling like a stream, and rushing like a tide.
Dots of light overflowed from Muyan's fingertips, passed through the trembling strings, turned into beautiful notes, and submerged into Chu Moli's body.
The black air wrapped around those hideous and terrifying legs began to struggle and jump desperately as if they had encountered a nemesis.