Chapter 3937
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This is no longer the flesh and bones of the living dead.
It's really about struggling for life from the hands of the King of Hell.
Fighting against the heavens?
Then let's fight!
Even if the King of Hell, even if the Heavenly Dao wants to take Little Uncle's life from her hands, it still has to ask her whether Muyan agrees or not!
Her emotions slowly recover, the peach blossom eyes that are dyed red no longer have a trace of hesitation and fear, only determined pride remains.
The sound of the zither slowly reverberates between heaven and earth.
The energy of the Star Field is silently released.
The Shen Musician skills [Echo] and [Art of Yellow] are released.
After a round of playing, Chi Wen's injuries are almost healed.
It's just that her vitality was exhausted in the River of Forgetfulness, so she's still in a deep sleep at this time.
Luo Yu carefully carries the already small Chi Wen to one side, but there's no sign of relaxation on her face.
Because everything has just begun.
Muyan takes out a bottle of Elixir and swallows it, then uses the [Echo] to replenish her Spiritual Power.
Then she begins to treat Luo Yunxiao.
Muyan's Shen Musician level can't be mentioned in the same breath as before.
[Art of Yellow] can be used on many people at the same time with ease.
The Shen Musician skill that could completely heal Chi Wen falls on Luo Yunxiao, but it can only make his originally battered and miserable appearance look a little better.
Muyan doesn't know how Little Uncle got injured.
Who could be so ruthless to the point of piercing his shoulder blade, locking his heart, tearing his soul apart, and even trying to shatter his Dantian and the three souls and seven spirits inch by inch?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Luo Yunxiao is at the end of his rope.
It's just that there seems to be a strange energy in his body that's protecting his heart veins, allowing him to persevere to this moment without his soul flying away and dispersing.
Muyan thinks of Qi Huang.
Qi Huang's sudden change.
Little Uncle's current miserable condition.
And this invisible substance in his body, that energy that even she can't grasp and see through, is it related to Qi Huang?
There are only two ways to save Little Uncle now.
The first is to completely awaken the hidden energy in Little Uncle's body, letting it replace his Dantian and become the life force that supports Little Uncle.
But intuitively, Muyan doesn't want to use this method.
The illusion that she saw from the Tian Mo Qin is still fresh in her memory.
Seven Brilliance was a demon that could destroy the world.
She did not believe that Qi Huang would harm her.
However, it did not mean that she did not understand how terrifying and uncontrollable the energy known as World Destruction was.
There was only one way left.
Muyan closes her eyes, and her fingertips start plucking the Tian Mo Qin once again.
Shen Musician skill [Benevolence of the Saint]: Excessive transfer of the Qi of Heaven and Earth and one's own vitality to a dying person.
If he wanted to save Little Martial Uncle, a little bit of anger was not enough.
By the end of this rescue mission, her injuries would probably not be light.
But so what?
Could it be that she had to watch Little Martial Uncle die?
Back then, she couldn't save her master, and it was already a lifelong regret.
To her, Youngest Uncle was more of a teacher than her Master. He taught her swordsmanship, gave her his natal sword, and saved her from danger time and time again.
How could she allow Little Martial Uncle to die? How could she allow the Xiao Yao School to lose another member?
As the duration of [Saint of Benevolence] got longer and longer.
Mu Yan feels as if all the strength in her body has been drained.
At first, there were still beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, but slowly, her entire body and limbs began to turn cold.
"Make Little Martial Sister stop!"
Chu Moli's stern shout awakens the thoughts of everyone in the Xiao Yao School.
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