Upon hearing this voice, the expressions of the elders and peak masters of Danyang Sect changed, and a complex look emerged in their eyes.
This voice belonged to one of the sect guardian elders. It turned out that the sect guardian elder had always been there, but why didn't he show up
Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, she glanced at the sect master, and said to Xuanyuan Moze: "Spare his life, let's go!"
It's not that she has become soft-hearted, but if the leader of the number one alchemy sect in the eight empires died tonight, it would be very troublesome. What's more, people cannot easily decide the life and death of others just because they are stronger than others.
That kind of killing was blind, bloodthirsty and brutal, and could only show a person's cruelty and cold-bloodedness. Although she was cold-blooded, she was never cruel, and she was even less willing to become that kind of person.
Xuanyuan Moze looked down at her in his arms, then he stretched out his hand and threw the sect leader out, then he left through the main gate with Fengjiu...
Watching the two figures disappear from their sight, everyone felt indescribably complicated. The Danyang Sect was in such chaos and suffered such heavy losses that night, all because of the killing of Sanyangzi.
Is it really worth it to sacrifice so much for someone who is already dead
Luo Heng and Chen Dao watched Feng Jiu being taken away, and they finally felt relieved. It's good that she's alright, it's good that she's alright...
However, she was fine now, but the sect's problem was serious...
On the other side, Feng Jiu leaned in Xuanyuan Moze's arms and asked with narrowed eyes: "Where is my mother? Did Leng Shuang and the others meet Tun Yun?"
"Well, I met Tunyun when I came in. I asked it to go to Lengshuang and the others. Don't worry, they should have already rushed back." Xuanyuan Moze said as he led her down the mountain, covering her face with his sleeves to prevent the wind blade from scratching her.
Fengjiu leaned against him confidently, feeling a little heavy in the head. She asked drowsily, "Why are you here?"
"You've been gone for several months. I wanted to come and see you, but I saw you injured like this. You really make me worry. Why didn't you tell me?"
His voice was low and reproachful, but when he saw her current state, he swallowed back the words of reproach that were about to come out of his mouth.
Feng Jiu pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled: "I didn't intend to make such a big fuss, things turned out to be a little beyond my expectations. I didn't expect that the sect protection formation would be so difficult to break, ahem."
Seeing her face getting paler and paler, Xuanyuan Moze frowned: "Do you have any other injuries? Why do you look increasingly ugly?" He stopped in the woods and asked.
"My shoulder was stabbed with a sword. The bleeding has stopped, but..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
“Damn it!”
Xuanyuan Moze cursed, quickly put her down and tore off her coat with one hand: "Why didn't you tell me that your shoulder was injured? What if something happens when you drag her back?"
When the red coat was opened, revealing the blood-stained inner garment, his eyes narrowed. The large amount of blood stung his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly.
"Why is there so much blood?"
"It has stopped. It was caused by the sword being drawn out earlier." Feng Jiu said indifferently, her voice gradually weakening. "I have already taken the elixir. It's fine. Don't worry. Take me back! I'll take a nap first."