But summoning the natal sword to attack is enough.

"You're crazy! You bitch is really crazy!"

Yan Lezhi shouted almost hysterically, "How dare you hurt the Lord of the Netherworld!"

"Young Master, how are you, Young Master?" Yan Lezhi almost cried.

On the contrary, the leader of the guards breathed a sigh of relief after checking Yin Yuanyi's condition.

With Yin Yuanyi's current level of cultivation, even if he was attacked unexpectedly, how could he be really hurt by a little golden fairy?

Yin Yuanyi threw away Yan Lezhi who came to help him.

His face was twisted ferociously, and he rushed towards Muyan like an evil ghost.

Yin Yuanyi, who had never been so humiliated and frightened before, was almost going crazy.

Immortal King level pressure was unleashed without reservation.

Muyan's face had just regained some of its color, and all the blood suddenly faded away.

The Demonic Qin, which had already floated into the air and flew towards her, also fell to the ground dejectedly.

Yin Yuanyi grabbed her neck.

He stretched out his hand and pulled hard.

The clothes outside were torn to pieces.

"Bitch, you have no shame!"

"Young master, if I treat you a little more tolerantly, do you think you are nothing?"

"For a despicable thing like you, I, the young master, can do whatever I want! With the sky and the ground in front of a large public, I, the young master, will let everyone take a good look at your despicable appearance!"

Muyan suddenly bit her lower lip.

Blood seeped from the pale lips.

She was not suppressing her anger and hatred, but she was suppressing Qi Huang who wanted to break out of the space.

no!

Not yet!

Qi Huang must not be exposed until he reaches a desperate situation.

The remaining immortal power in Dantian surged.

Muyan swung the Qijue Sword and stabbed towards Yin Yuanyi.

But this time Yin Yuanyi was well prepared. He just raised his hand and a ball of black flame burst out from his palm.

Sparks burned on Muyan's wrist.

A heartbreaking pain followed.

Physiological tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes.

The hand holding the Qijue Sword no longer had any strength, and could only let the remaining weapon fall.

After Yin Yuanyi patted down her weapon.

He raised his hand and slapped her hard on the face.

He had already made up his mind that this ungrateful bitch must live and die.

He wanted to see her crawling at his feet, crying and begging him to love her.

However, that slap has not yet fallen.

Yin Yuanyi felt like his eyes were filled with flowers.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.

His whole body was blown away and he fell to the ground in a panic.

…

Muyan was being tortured by [Mingyin Shengyan] and was about to die.

That pain is not physical pain.

Instead, even the soul was burned over and over again.

She only felt that all the strength and warmth in her body were being drained away bit by bit.

Didn't even realize what just happened.

She just felt like she was being embraced into a somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar embrace.

The crisp bamboo fragrance, accompanied by an uncontrollable shiver, was transmitted to her through the thin clothes.

Muyan opened her eyes in a daze.

I vaguely saw a handsome and handsome face.

Those dark eyes have always been calm, indifferent and unwavering.

But at this moment, I could not suppress the panic and distress.

Muyan blinked slightly and called out in a low voice: "Little Master Uncle?"

Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes.

The hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist until his nails dug deeply into his palm.

Drenched with blood.
Chapter completed!