Ghost King’s Medical Consort

Tian Shuo's eyes were also cold and unkind, Xiao Xuan'er started gearing up, murderous, and it was time for revenge!

"Wind chime, stay with Rutian, Tianshuo and Ximo, and Xuan'er will follow me in!" Mu Qianyue said coldly, turning her head to look at Nalan Xueling and Ke Yingying beside her, "You two too Stay and help."

The words fell in a flash, and he directly entered the Si Ming Hall, the Phantom Footwork unfolded, and a few ups and downs disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The reason why she stunned Bru was because he didn't want Bru to get involved in this dispute of right and wrong. After all, Bru was Shura, and he would continue to live in this dark prison in the future.

If he gets involved, I am afraid there will be no place for him in the future.

But he is different. After saving Jing, they will leave here together.

Therefore, Mu Qianyue thought about it again and again, and directly stunned Bulu.

When treating friends, she always considers them everywhere.

When she was in danger, he did not hesitate to stand in front of her, so how could she selfishly put him in a dangerous situation? Only if he fainted and didn't get involved in this dispute, could he protect himself wisely.

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"Smelly boy, you seemed to be rampant before?" Tian Shuo's blue eyes flashed with cold bloodthirsty glow, staring at Situ Mo on the opposite side, and sneered.

"I have tolerated him for a long time! Now I can finally do it, and I feel so happy!" Xiao Xuan'er grinned and showed her white and neat teeth, with a grinning grin.

Mu Rutian squinted, a terrifying murderous aura exuded all over his body.

Although Meng Ximo did not speak, the momentum and coldness on her body were not weaker than them at all. She has always regarded Qian Yue as her best sister. Seeing Qian Yue being bullied, she was naturally angry, especially when she saw her enemy right in front of her.

Situ Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he had guessed that Xiao Yue'er could not come alone in the Nether Prison, he did not expect that she would summon so many powerful men at once, three rank nine emperors, one An eighth-order emperor martial artist, and a fifth-order emperor martial artist, this kind of strength is really not ordinary!

Even if there are not so many powerhouses around him, there are still a lot of intermediate-level demon generals in the nether prison.

"Just because you guys want to stop me?" There was a sneer of disdain at the corner of his mouth, his fingers pinched, and dozens of King Shura appeared in the air. His tall figure was several feet tall and hideous. The ugly faces exuded terrible demonic energy up and down, which was terrifying. They roared and rushed towards Tian Shuo and the others.

A fierce battle kicked off in an instant.

Tian Shuo and Mu Rutian launched a violent attack on Situ Mo. At the beginning, Situ Mo didn't take it seriously. Suddenly his face turned pale, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made him suffocate, even his hands. The devilish energy condensed in the heart has faded a bit, and the momentum has dropped significantly!

There was a trace of doubt and horror in his handsome and evil eyes. What is going on? How is his strength restricted?

"You don't know? The master has already used Tianyang Powder in the Saint Demon Flower, which is a poison pill specially designed to deal with your Shura. How do you think it is still enjoyable?" Tian Shuo sneered, her hands kept moving. The moves become more and more violent and terrifying, and the moves are fierce and deadly.

For Situ Mo, he would not show mercy.

Mu Rutian also didn't have a slight affection for him. He made a lot of shots. When he was sick to kill him, his moves became more and more fierce. He opened the blood of Qinglong, and his combat power exploded. Megatron world!

On the other side, Meng Ximo, Moshang Fengchi, Nalan Xueling, and Ke Yingying kept fighting with the crowds of Shura, and stopped them from outside Si Ming Hall, preventing them from entering.

They want to get more rescue time for Xiao Yueer!

The secret room in Si Ming Hall

The ghost master of Netherworld looked at the person in front of him triumphantly, and smiled grimly, "Nalanjing, do you think you have a bodyguard with the blood of flames and yellows, why can't I help you? I have got the holy demon flower! Soon I will It can swallow your soul, occupy your body, and become the last descendant of the Yanhuang bloodline!"

"Hahaha... If you were obedient to me before, I might be able to make your death easier, but you just didn’t listen, you have to do it right with me! Now I have decided, I will devour you bit by bit Soul, let you die! This is the end of your disobedience to my orders! No one in this world can disobey my orders! Including that person!"

There was a hideous look on his fairly handsome face, and a bloodthirsty, terrible sneer at the corner of his mouth, like a madman, just like a madman.

As he said, he opened the red sandalwood box in his hand, revealing the holy magic flower inside.

Nalanjing's pupils suddenly shrank, and his beautiful purple eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't pay any attention to the words of the ghost master. At this time, his eyes were firmly locked on the holy demon flower in the hands of the ghost master.

Why did he feel a trace of Yue'er breath on the Saint Demon Flower...

And that night, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, sometimes restless, sometimes brisk, sometimes slightly heavy, so familiar heartbeat, that kind of throbbing, all belong to Yue'er...

Now that one thing is completely certain, Yue'er has come to the Nether Hell! !

"Really?" A deep and secluded light flashed in the purple eyes, and his handsome face was still cold and leisurely, calm and relaxed, even in this dim and terrifying nether prison, he still could not conceal his peerlessness. Fenghua.

The brocade robe on his body is still white like snow, and the dust is not stained. The three thousand ink hair hangs on his ears or back like fine silk. Perhaps it is because of the long years of being in the nether prison. His skin is very white and white. , There is a hint of feminine beauty, purple eyes like glass pursed with contempt and sneer, confident and proud, noble and domineering, like the high god, looking down at the mole cricket under his feet.

Even at this moment, he is a prisoner, his domineering, which is completely natural and natural, is still unstoppable, and it is heart palpitating.

"Soon you will regret your previous stubbornness!" The ghost master snorted coldly. What he hates most is Nalanjing's noble, indifferent, contemptuous look, as if he is a poor creature, this kind of sympathy and pity His eyes made him most angry!

He is the king of the nether hell, and there is nothing he can't do, so he doesn't need anyone's sympathy and mercy!

At this time, there was a slight footstep outside.

A small figure walked in, it was Si Ming.

Si Ming heard the ghost master's summons and entered the secret room. When he saw the figure locked by the soul chain on the dragon pillar, the black and bright eyes quickly flashed a touch of surprise, and then he was calm again. Cover up, bow your head respectfully, "Master, what's the matter for summoning the disciples?"