Luo Yunxiao walked forward step by step with a sword in his hand.

The leader of the guards quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of Luo Yunxiao.

Several other Yin Yuanyi's guards also dispersed, surrounding Luo Yunxiao in the center.

Meet the bottomless black eyes.

The leader of the guards couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and forced himself to calm down: "Your Highness, what are you going to do? The young master is your biological brother and the future heir of the Netherworld. You have forgotten that you are in the relationship between the Territory Lord and the Netherworld.

Did you make the guarantee you made before?"

Luo Yunxiao looked at Yin Yuanyi without any expression on his face.

His voice was still calm and indifferent, as if his emotions were calm, "Are you using Nether Yin Shengyan to deal with her?"

After a pause, he asked again: "You used the Ming Yin Sheng Yan that you took away from me to deal with her?"

…

Muyan woke up from Qiuqiu and Qihuang's worried calls.

As soon as I opened my eyes, this was what I saw.

This is what I heard.

Muyan was stunned for a moment and looked at Luo Yunxiao's back, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Ever since she was brought back to Chuya Palace by Ning Kunshan, she had been trying every means to delay time.

But she didn't expect that the person waiting first was not Di Mingjue, but her junior uncle.

Why did the junior uncle come to the Ning family?

Moreover, he just said: "You used the Nether Yin Holy Flame that you took away from me to deal with her?"

"Qihuang, what do you mean by my junior uncle's words?"

Qihuang's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth for a long time before saying: "What else can it mean? The Mingyin Shengyan was inspired by Luo Yunxiao's pretty face in the Wangchuan River. He almost died at the beginning..."

There was one more thing Qihuang didn't say.

Luo Yunxiao almost died at the beginning.

And he was also implicated by that hateful pretty boy, and was in agony.

It was Muyan's piano music that eased his pain and saved Luo Yunxiao from the critical line of life and death.

Muyan whispered: "The Holy Flame of Nether Yin refined by my junior uncle was taken away by Yin Yuanyi? How was it taken away?"

She asked this, but the scene from long ago had already appeared in her mind.

The junior uncle suddenly came back, but was seriously injured.

The back was a bloody mess.

But what is more serious is the damage to the soul.

It took a lot of effort to get him to recover.

Could it be that time...

Qihuang snorted softly: "Judging from the relevant ancient book records in the Netherworld, stimulating the Netherworld Holy Flame is equivalent to receiving the inheritance of the Holy Spirit, and the inheritance of the Holy Spirit is directly engraved on the human body using a special rune. Think about it.

To dig it out and transfer it, only those who have received the inheritance are willing to endure the pain of heart-cutting and bone-crushing, having the entire talisman scraped away from the body, and cutting off the spiritual connection between the Holy Spirit and the inheritance. That kind of pain...

"

He paused for a moment and then said coldly: "That kind of pain is probably hundreds of times more painful than when you asked Tian Mo Qin to recognize you as your master."

Muyan's face suddenly darkened, and there was a faint evil look between her eyebrows.

Dare to bully their little uncle from Xiaoyao Sect!

How dare they let their little uncle, who is like a heavenly being, suffer such torture!

Very good, Yin Yuanyi, you are dead today!!

"Hmph——!" Qihuang said sarcastically, "Isn't that pretty boy bringing all of this to his own fault? Who made him so stupid? If others want to dig out the [Holy Spirit inheritance] from him, he will be poached obediently? How can he be harmed?

My true self will also follow..."

Qihuang didn't say anything else.

Although Muyan had already speculated about the connection between Qihuang and his junior uncle.
Chapter completed!