At the same time, Xiao Xi and Ouyang Shaochen followed the golden thread to a luxurious mansion. Looking at the three gilded characters of "Prime Minister's Mansion" written on the top of the mansion gate, Ouyang Shaochen narrowed his deep eyes : The person who captures Xueer's soul is actually in Mu Xiangfu...
"No, the speed of that person's insanity has been accelerated." Xiao Xi's deep reminder sounded, and Ouyang Shaochen lowered his head, only to see that the golden thread on the top of Murong Xue's head was indeed twice as thick as before, and the flowing speed was also faster than before. Just doubled...
Ouyang Shaochen's complexion instantly became very ugly, his toes lightened, his slender body was like a white cloud, and he flew straight into Mu Xiangfu.
Xiao Xi also quickly followed in.
From a distance, Xiao Xi saw an altar set up in the red plum grove of Mu Xiangfu, and a man in a black cloak was standing in front of the altar, doing complicated hand formulas, strands of golden silk thread following his hand. The traction of the tactic overflowed from Murong Xue's head, and floated leisurely to the altar...
Xiao Xi's eyes froze, a golden light flew out from his fingertips, and hit the tray on the altar table, only to hear 'Bang! ' With a sound, the tray was smashed, the black hair in the tray, and the yellow mounting paper were also broken into dozens of sections, dozens of pieces, and fell to the ground one after another...
The man in the cloak in front of the offering table was shocked to take two or three steps back, and with a 'poof', he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his chest was burning with pain!
Who broke his big event!
The man in the cloak raised his head viciously, only to see a young man in a blue brocade robe floating down from midair lightly! The man's handsome face and elegant figure made the man in the cloak narrow his eyes suddenly: Xiao Xi, how could it be him!
Thick vigilance and fear rose in his heart, the cloaked man's slightly held right hand suddenly opened, and the rich black spell quickly condensed in his palm, and he slapped Xiao Xi mercilessly...
Xiao Xi didn't panic, raised his hand casually, golden rays of light flew out from his fingertips, and hit the black magic spell directly, only heard a 'bang' sound, the black and gold spells collided, All turned into fly ash, annihilated in the transparent air...
The hatred in the eyes of the cloaked man grew stronger. He opened his left and right hands, ready to condense his spells. Without thinking, Xiao Xi moved in front of him in an instant, knocked him down with a backhand palm, and before he had time to react, he Kicked him hard, and rolled the Gululu he kicked forward...
The sudden scene made Mu Tianqi startled, and then he reacted, and glanced at the cloaked man who was kicked by Xiao Xi, spitting blood, rolling back and forth on the ground, his face was so dark that ink was about to drip out: "Xiao Xi High priest, what are you doing?"
Before Xiao Xi could speak, a clear and icy voice sounded first: "Mu Tianqi, what are you doing again? It's so good, why do you want to capture Xue'er's soul?"
Mu Tianqi raised his head, only to see Ouyang Shaochen floating lightly in front of him, looking at him with cold eyes.
Capture Murong Xue's soul? When did he capture Murong Xue's soul
Mu Tianqi's eyes were full of doubts.
"You haven't taken Xue'er's soul before? Then what's going on?" Ouyang Shaochen asked unceremoniously.
Mu Tianqi followed his gaze and saw Murong Xue who was being held in his arms. Murong Xue was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and a layer of golden Sanskrit was lingering around her. Strands of golden souls were drawn by it, floating leisurely in front of Murong Xue, attached to the golden Sanskrit in an orderly manner, and slowly melted into Murong Xue's body...