The pustules burst from time to time, releasing black smoke.

The smoke did not dissipate, but continued to wrap around Chu Moli's body.

Just looking at such a scene makes me feel extremely painful and horrified.

But Chu Moli seemed to be fine, and instead smiled lightly: "Elder brother, you should save some face for me, right?"

Yun Ruohan gritted his teeth.

He did not answer Chu Moli, but looked at the other people in the room with a sullen face.

Han Ye, Ying Mei, Xing Lang, Min Wei, Tian He, Xue Ji, Yao Dao, Jiu Tong...

Each one of them is one of the most important people in the Cultivation Continent.

Any little immortal who encounters such a one will want to worship him and hug his thighs tightly.

But at this time, Yun Ruohan couldn't even put a smile on his face, and could only say in a cold voice: "Please go out first."

Han Ye and the other two people already knew how deep the ties between the seven members of the Xiaoyao Sect were.

And how much potential do these people who were taught by Di Mingjue personally have?

So after hearing Yun Ruohan's words, Han Ye threw the already unconscious Tong Zhangling into his personal space without hesitation, then slightly bent over and left.

Elder Minwei glanced at the pale Muyan, with worry and anxiety on his face.

Today's situation is extremely complex.

The life or death of the Demon King is uncertain, and the Demon King's priests rebel.

There are countless spiritual cultivators living in the Demon Palace.

It can be said that if you are not careful, the relatively stable situation of the Immortal Continent for thousands of years will fall apart.

They have too many questions to ask Her Royal Highness, but...

"Who are you? Do you dare to be so arrogant in our demon clan's territory?" Tianhe yelled and rushed over, "Your Highness, now that Wen Zhe wants to attack you, we must guard you..."

Swish——!

The red lotus soul-stealing sword came out of the body and stood in front of Tianhe, with the red lotus flame looming on the blade.

The surrounding space seems to have solidified, and the clouds and silk silk have turned into needles, ready to go.

A golden earth wall rises from the ground, like a copper wall and an iron wall, blocking the way of Tianhe.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

Tianhe had a surprised look on his face, and for the first time he looked squarely at the little guys in front of him.

Yun Ruohan calmly repeated what he said just now: "Elder Minwei, my junior sister needs a quiet space to treat the third junior brother. Please go out first. I, Xiaoyao Sect, can protect my junior sister's safety!"

Minwei was stunned for a long time, then grabbed Tianhe by the collar who was still trying to rush out, said sorry, and waved for everyone in the demon clan to exit together.

Before leaving, he glanced at Muyan worriedly and whispered: "The princess is entrusted to you, please be sure not to let her get hurt."

Nowadays, the demon clan is in a precarious situation, and there are many crises ahead.

The princess may be the only hope in this crisis.

…

After closing the door, Qin Jiu quickly set up a physical barrier with earthen walls.

Ling Yusheng took out the talismans drawn by Muyan and pasted them one by one on the earthen wall.

After everything was ready, they sat cross-legged next to Muyan and Chu Moli.

The hands intertwined, and then in a tacit understanding and naturally, he poured the immortal energy and spiritual energy from his body into Muyan's body.

The sound of the piano is slow, gurgling like a stream, and rushing like a tide.

Dots of light overflowed from Muyan's fingertips, passed through the trembling strings, and turned into beautiful notes, sinking into Chu Moli's body.
Chapter completed!