Sawdust and gravel rolled to both sides.
The young man dressed in white stood up slowly, with a joking smile on his lips: "Immortal, don't touch my Muyan with your dirty claws, I won't be able to resist chopping it off inch by inch!"
Seeing Li Weiran sober, Muyan let out a long sigh of relief.
Just now she pushed Li Hong to a desperate situation, so he had to open the barrier to let spiritual power and immortal power in.
It's not just about escaping from this temple.
What's more important is to unseal the Tianmoqin and use the [Shujing Qihuang] skill to revive the seriously injured Li Weiran.
Just kidding, no matter how talented she is, she can't single out nine immortals with the cultivation base of a Xuanxian, okay
Just hearing Li Weiran's words, Muyan couldn't help raising her hand to pat the little pervert on the forehead, "It's not big or small, call me sister-in-law!"
Li Weiran shook his hand, almost scratched his face by Li Hong's long nails.
He glanced at Muyan sadly, and then threw Li Hong aside.
Li Hong, who was obviously out of trouble, suddenly wailed in pain, and his body twitched violently.
I saw that dense black lines began to appear on the wrist that Li Weiran had just grabbed.
Then quickly spread to the whole body.
"[Wanxiang Hell Curse]!! You, how can you use [Wanxiang Hell Curse]?!"
This is the highest level of spells.
Even in the Jiuli tribe, only a very small number of people can use it.
Why is this kid able to use it
And it was so casually, understatement.
"You, who are you?!"
Li Weiran gave a low laugh, and his red lips slowly curled up, "Do you want to know who I am? But I just don't want to tell you."
Before he finished speaking, his hand had already grabbed Muyan and flew into the air.
"Grab him quickly, he wants to run!!"
The envoys of Jiuli shouted sharply and jumped up without hesitation.
Li Weiran let go of Muyan, and his hands quickly formed complicated dharma seals.
A cloud of black mist flew out from the seal he formed.
"No, it's the [Ghost Fog Curse], everyone, be careful and protect your body with divine power!"
[Ghost Fog Curse] is also a high-level spell.
The yin-yang bone is the carrier, and the power of the mantra in the yin-yang bone is transferred with the seal to release the ghost mist.
Anyone who was touched by the ghost fog, if they did not protect their sea of consciousness with divine power, their spirits would gradually collapse.
until it becomes crazy.
Even the Holy Envoy of Jiuli couldn't easily do two high-level spells in a row.
But the young man in front of him who had never appeared in the Jiuli tribe did it easily.
The ghost fog covered their sight for a short time.
A young man's lazy and arrogant voice came from the sky: "So the rumored Jiuli Holy Envoy is nothing more than that? A small [Ghost Fog Curse] can't break it, so I have the nerve to call it an envoy. Sure enough, when people are old, they are It's very easy to be shameless."
"Asshole!!"
"You are courting death!!"
The divine power surged crazily in the ghost mist, and a few old things could be vaguely seen with the distorted zombie faces that were almost distorted by anger.
Muyan couldn't help sighing in her heart, in terms of poisonous tongue, there are really few people in this world who can compare to Li Weiran, this little pervert.
The next moment, Li Weiran said unhurriedly: "Let's run while they are still in trouble."
Muyan: "..."
Li Weiran gave her a sideways glance, "You don't think I'm the only one who can do it better than the nine of them?"
Then you were so arrogant and provocative just now
Do you think our lives are too long