Moreover, he has to prove in front of Di Ming Jue that Xiao Bao is not his own flesh and blood.
This strategy is not without poison.
If Di Ming Jue hadn't known that Xiao Bao was not his own flesh and blood, even if the two of them died, they would only be treated as what they deserved.
Who is plotting against her and Xiaobao
This person must be familiar with the various enchantments in the extreme domain, and he also clearly knows the minds of Elder Ao and the others.
It must have a high status in the extreme domain, so that it can be hidden for so long without being noticed.
Not far away, Ao Changpeng's miserable screams were heard.
Muyan looked at it coldly.
Ao Changpeng, who was riddled with wounds, was running towards her desperately.
At this time, Ao Changpeng doesn't have the high-spirited and high-spirited look before.
The magic robe on his body has been cut to pieces by the sword energy.
The protective shields around him desperately resisted the sword array.
There are no wounds on his body yet, but his face has turned pale due to excessive consumption of immortal power.
There was even blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Ao Changpeng rushed to the sound wall and yelled, "Let me in! Jun Muyan, let me in quickly!! As long as you let me in, I promise not to tell Jun Shang that your son is not his own flesh and blood .”
Muyan turned a deaf ear to this.
While plucking the strings with both hands, comforting Xiaobao's injured body, he was looking for a way to leave the sword formation.
Ao Changpeng couldn't hold it any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing that Muyan was completely unmoved, the expression on his face was filled with anger and fear.
The long knife in his hand slashed at the sound wall.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the sound wall made a crackling sound, but it held on tenaciously.
A look of despair appeared on Ao Changpeng's face.
Because of the immortal power in his body, he could no longer support the protective shield.
Once the shield is gone, he will die here.
No! He must not die!
Ao Changpeng raised his long knife and slashed at Yinbi again.
Muyan plucked the strings, and once again used the holy hand Zhitian to strengthen the sound wall.
However, at this moment, a stream of light roared from a distance, pierced through the heavy sword array, and directly hit the sound wall.
Bark!
The paper pasted on the Tianmoqin began to burn rapidly.
It took only a quarter of an hour to burn only the size of a small fingernail, but in the blink of an eye, only a small half of it was left.
Click... click!
[Holy Hand Weaving the Sky] The sound wall weaved made a scalp-numbing crackling sound.
Ao Changpeng also realized something at this time, and let out a crazy laugh: "Jun Muyan, you won't let me in, you want me to die, then we will die together! Hahahaha!"
Amidst the laughter, he actually removed the protective cover directly, poured all the remaining immortal power into the long knife, and slashed fiercely towards the sound wall.
boom!
After a loud noise, the sound wall could no longer support it and completely shattered.
"Little Treasure!"
As soon as Muyan tore off the paper from the Tian Mo Qin, she was about to stick it on Xiao Bao's body.
However, at this moment, an evil voice came from my ear: "Boss Jun, don't worry, I'll protect the little master, you go and kill that turtle grandson, and then open an escape route for us."
I saw the evil spirit sword exuding a faint light, rushing left and right in the sky, and the fast naked eyes couldn't even see the afterimage.
And it used this speed to block the sword energy attacking Xiaobao.
Seeing this scene, Muyan heaved a sigh of relief, squeezed the paper that was still burning in her hand, and looked at Ao Changpeng not far away, with a cold chill in her eyes.
Ao Changpeng's eyes also fell on the paper in her hand.