Chapter 3687
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But it's enough to summon the Natal Sword to attack.
"You're crazy! You're really crazy, bitch! "
Yan Lezhi screams almost hysterically, "How dare you hurt the Lord of the Nether Realm!"
"Young Master, Young Master, how are you?" Yan Lezhi almost cries.
On the contrary, the guard leader is relieved after checking Yin Yuanyi's condition.
With Yin Yuanyi's current cultivation, even if he was attacked by surprise, how could he be hurt by a little Golden Immortal?
Yin Yuanyi shakes off Yan Lezhi, who comes to help him.
His face is distorted, and he rushes towards Mu Yan like a demon.
Yin Yuanyi, who has never been so humiliated and frightened, is about to go crazy.
The pressure of the Immortal King is released without reservation.
Mu Yan's face, which has just recovered a little, suddenly loses all color.
The Tian Mo Qin, which has been floating in the air and flying towards her, also falls to the ground.
Yin Yuanyi clasps her neck.
He reaches out and pulls it hard.
Her outer clothes are torn to pieces.
"Bitch, I gave you face, but you don't want it!"
"This Young Master is a little lenient to you, and you think you're something?"
"A lowly thing like you, this Young Master can play with it however he wants! In public, this Young Master will let everyone have a good look at your lowly appearance! "
Mu Yan suddenly bites her lower lip.
Blood oozes from her pale lips.
She is not suppressing her anger and hatred, but suppressing Qi Huang, who wants to rush out of the space.
No!
Not yet!
Qi Huang must not be exposed until she is in a desperate situation.
The remaining Immortal Power in her Dantian surges.
Mu Yan wields the Seven Absolutes Sword to stab Yin Yuanyi.
But this time, Yin Yuanyi is prepared. He raises his hand, and a black flame bursts out of his palm.
The spark burns Mu Yan's wrist.
A wave of heart-wrenching pain followed.
Tears fall uncontrollably from her eyes.
The hand holding the Seven Absolutes Sword no longer has any strength, and she can only let the remaining weapon fall.
Yin Yuanyi slaps her weapon.
He raises his hand and slaps her in the face.
He had already made up his mind to make this bitch, who didn't know what was good for her, beg for death.
He wanted to see her crawling at his feet, crying and begging him to pamper her.
However, before the slap could land, a voice rang out.
Yin Yuanyi felt dizzy.
Then, accompanied by a loud bang.
He was sent flying and landed on the ground in a sorry state.
…
Muyan is being tortured by the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] to the point where she wishes she was dead.
That kind of pain was not physical pain.
Even his soul was being burned over and over again.
She felt as if all the strength and warmth in her body were being sucked away bit by bit.
He didn't even realize what had just happened.
She felt as if she had been pulled into a somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange embrace.
The cool bamboo fragrance, accompanied by uncontrollable trembling, passed to her through her thin clothes.
Muyan absentmindedly opens her eyes.
She could vaguely see a handsome face.
That pair of eyes that were as black as ink had always been calm and indifferent, like an ancient well without ripples.
But at this moment, he couldn't suppress his panic and heartache.
Mu Yan blinked lightly and called out in a low voice, "Junior Martial Uncle?"
Luo Yunxiao closes his eyes.
The hand hanging at his side is clenched into a fist until his nails are deeply embedded in his palm.
Blood drips.
He can use that little bit of pain to force his surging killing intent to calm down and stop the trembling of his body.
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