Di Beixuan's five fingers spread out, vacantly hanging above Muyan's heart.
With the thick black energy pouring into Muyan's body.
There was a pained look on her face.
Dazzling light flickered around her.
The chaotic sound of the piano impacted people's eardrums and echoed between heaven and earth.
In the light, a black guqin slowly appeared.
Di Beixuan was ecstatic, grabbed the guqin in his hand, and put it into the storage space.
After getting the Tian Mo Qin, hand Jun Muyan over to Mo Qingshan.
The purpose of his trip was finally achieved!
No! not enough!
Di Beixuan's eyes fell on Li Weiran's side, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Jun Muyan is going to die, these little bastards from Xiaoyaomen, and you, Li Weiran, are going to die too!"
People like Xiaoyaomen always give him a very evil feeling.
Just like Jun Muyan and Chu Moli.
Even the divination results of Hunyuan Heluo's fate point to this seemingly weak but inexplicably powerful sect.
Di Beixuan was not really afraid that they would pose a threat to his plan.
However, the [Gate of the Firmament] is about to open, and the long-cherished wish of many years is about to come true.
He will never allow any accidents to happen.
The people from Xiaoyaomen are probably the biggest variable.
As soon as the words fell, Di Beixuan's figure had disappeared in place.
Li Weiran was at the end of his battle, the divine power in his body had long been exhausted, and his internal organs were also seriously injured.
He couldn't stop the Immortal Emperor's blow no matter what.
[Buzz!]
There was a strange knocking sound.
Immediately afterwards, the golden and red cassock descended from the sky, covering Li Weiran and the people around him.
It also blocked Di Beixuan's blow.
Jing Yuan's figure appeared in front of Li Weiran's body, throwing the golden bowl in his hand and hitting God Beixuan heavily on the shoulder.
Di Beixuan was caught off guard, and loosened his hand, Muyan fell, and was caught by the enlarged golden bowl.
"Pure distance."
Di Beixuan squinted his eyes, looked at the person in front of him coldly, and said with a sneer, "You want to snatch someone from me?"
Jing Yuan ignored him, but raised his hand.
The golden-red cassock flew down from the sky, becoming dozens of square meters in size.
Put the unconscious Muyan on top of the cassock with the golden bowl and flying knife carefully.
Xue Ji and the others didn't realize until this time: "You are... Master Jing Yuan from the Great Compassion Temple?"
Jing Yuan glanced at Leng Yumo who was also sleeping, and clenched his hands tightly.
The people in Xiaoyaomen were all asleep.
What happened
Was Yumo injured
My mind was spinning thousands of times, and my heart felt like an awl was being stabbed fiercely.
But at this time, he was not allowed to check on Leng Yumo's condition.
He didn't answer Xue Ji's words, but said coldly: "Take everyone into cassocks, hurry up!"
After the flying boat left the range of the ancient battlefield, those spiritual practitioners had already scattered and fled.
Some are fearful and fearful, greedy for life and afraid of death.
But there are also some who are worried about the situation of their sect and family, and rush to check.
Before the puppet caught up, You Yue led the blood demon guards to resist.
At this moment, only Xue Ji, Li Weiran, Han Chujiu and Xiaoyaomen were left on the flying boat.
Fortunately, Jing Yuan's cassock can still be used as a flying magic weapon.
Li Weiran had already put everyone from Xiaoyaomen on the cassocks, while he stood beside Xiaobao, quietly watching the battle on Jingyuan's side.
After finishing speaking, he turned around and the golden bowl in his hand flew out.
There was only a loud bang, and the two streams of energy collided and exploded in the air.
Jing Yuan retreated a few meters, and when he was about to hit the cassock, he spat out a mouthful of blood.