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1695 How can you still be alive

And as he loses more and more of his source of immortal power, his cultivation level will gradually retreat.

Gu Youchong had never had such an experience before, and he was immediately frightened out of his wits.

He didn't even realize that Chu Moli's power to restrain him was too weak. In fact, as long as he struggled hard, he could easily break free.

Unfortunately, Gu Youchong did not come alone, there was An Guilan behind him.

When An Guilan saw something was wrong, she immediately blurted out the silver hammer in her hand.

He also roared and rushed over, bumping into Gu Youchong and Chu Moli.

Chu Moli and Xiaobao in his arms were knocked out without any resistance.

The wheelchair overturned, and Chu Moli fell to the ground in embarrassment, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler.

"Third Junior Uncle!" Xiaobao hugged his body, which was getting colder and colder, with tears in his eyes.

It's all to save him, it's all to save him, that's why my uncle and uncle were all injured so seriously.

Gu Youchong was rescued by his wife, only to find that he had not lost much of the source of his immortal power.

Just now, he was frightened by a little ant in the fasting stage, and he almost showed his ugly face.

Gu Youchong was so furious that a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand and he rushed towards Chu Moli with murderous intent.

However, the sword was only an inch away from Chu Moli's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid piano sound sounded.

The sound blade flew up in the air and slapped the tip of Gu Youchong's sword, instantly causing his attack to fall aside.

"Who on earth dares to hinder me again and again!!" Gu Youchong turned back aggressively.

However, when he saw the person coming, his eyes widened in shock.

Even An Guilan gasped in disbelief.

"You...it's you!! That portrait in the young master's room!!" An Guilan screamed, "How can you still be alive!!"

Gu Youchong and An Guilan would never forget this woman's appearance even if they beat her to death.

Because, they came to the Cultivation Continent for the elegance and quicksand of medicine.

The young master wants to replace another person's appearance and luck with the quicksands of glory.

This person's portrait has always been placed in the deserted bedroom.

Leng Qingwan watched it day by day, feeling both jealousy and longing.

Not many people in the Heavenly Medicine Sect have ever seen this portrait.

But Gu Youchong and An Guilan, as Leng Yuexia's confidants, had met several times.

Therefore, when they saw Jun Muyan, their shock was simply indescribable.

Didn't Leng Qingwan say that this woman had been killed by her in Yanwu Continent?

But why is she still alive?!

By the way, what’s the name of the woman in that portrait?!

An Guilan thought blankly, and then unexpectedly recalled Leng Qingwan's hysterical screaming voice in her mind.

"Jun Muyan, Jun Muyan, who do you think you are, how do you get the emperor's favor!!"

"You bitch, bitch, why is it that even though you are dead, the emperor still refuses to accept me!!"

"Hahahaha, Jun Muyan, I will soon have your appearance. Instead of your destiny and life, I will marry Di Mingjue and become the future mistress of the Extreme Realm!"

An Guilan's eyes suddenly widened and her lips trembled slightly.

She suddenly remembered what Li Zupeng had just said about the woman holding the piano.

Jun, Jun... Mu... Yan!!

Jun Muyan, the descendant of the divine musician in Yanwu Continent, she...she is actually still alive!!
Chapter completed!
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