The blue dragon soared into the sky and showed its true body uncontrollably.

The dragon body several feet long hovered in the air, and the blue dragon scales emitted a blue and red light.

A powerful impact force directly bounced Mo Wuming away, breaking several big trees before stopping with difficulty.

The branches passed through his shoulders, but he had no time to take care of them. He kicked his toes and rushed towards Su Jiu.

From afar, Su Jiu vomited blood, raised his head in pain, and the golden light flowed out from his forehead.

She raised her hand unconsciously and pulled off her forehead.

The golden light condensed and rushed straight into the sky!

Rumble.

The whole mountain shook three times.

Everyone in Xuantian Sect rushed out of the door in horror.

In the direction of the back mountain, golden light illuminated half of the sky.

A green dragon hovered in the night sky, and a beautiful silver fox stood beside it.

Mo Wuming didn't dare to hesitate, grabbed the wiped forehead, tied it to Su Jiu's forehead, and covered it with golden light.

He put one hand around her waist, held the Ziyang Sword in his hand, and split a hole in the air.

Qinglong knew that he had caused a big disaster, so he quickly entangled Yin Lu and got into the space of Dan Shu.

The light suddenly disappeared.

The back mountain fell into darkness in an instant.

When everyone arrived, only the three brothers of the Yan family who fell to the ground were left, and they were unconscious.

After rushing to Xuantian Sect at night, the three of them were directly locked up in the law enforcement hall.

The movement caused by the golden light seemed to calm down, but it caused a sensation in another distant place.

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The morning light rises, passing through the waterfall and shines in the cave.

The rippling waves are a little dazzling.

Su Jiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, lifting up his heavy eyelids.

The strange environment made her look shudder and she was about to get up.

Pick.

The man's hand that hugged her waist slid to the ground because of her movements.

Su Jiu was slightly stunned, thinking that Mo Wuming was there yesterday, and his vigilant heart relaxed a little.

"Mo Wuming..." She turned her head, her expression changed, and she turned around suddenly.

The man raised his head and leaned against the stone wall, his cold face as pale as paper.

He was covered in blood, and there were two branches on his shoulders, and he did not breathe.

Heartbeat, pulse...
Chapter completed!