Ziyou, Xing Chen and the others all ran over but were blasted away by the dark curse power.
This power is too terrifying, it's not something they can get close to.
Ziyou was stunned, "So fast, the little beauty …."
The situation this time doesn't seem to be as dangerous as the time when the Tree of Death wreaked havoc, but without the help of a second Divine Wood of Life, how can the little beauty suppress this situation?
Could it be that the little beauty has been devoured by Night and not even her bones are left?
Ziyou said, "Quickly go and invite Lord Wuya, hurry!"
If the little beauty can't do anything, he can only hope that Wuya can think of a way.
He is dissatisfied with this fraud, but he can't deny his ability and knowledge.
"Yes!" Seven Star and Xing Chen immediately went to invite Wuya.
Wuya was wearing a white robe, his long hair was snow white, and his skin was pale without a trace of blood.
He couldn't move and was pushed here in a wheelchair.
The Heavenly Dao is fair, as the first prophet of the Divine Race, he has the ability that even the strongest of the Divine Race doesn't have, but at the same time, he has to pay the price.
The price is his body!
Now that he came to the Prison Realm without the power of the stars, his body is getting worse and worse, but in order to stay by His Highness' side, he never thought of leaving.
Because the day he leaves can only be the day His Highness returns to the Divine Realm.
Ziyou said, "Wuya, Night's curse suddenly broke out. The little beauty is still inside, quickly think of a way. "
"Ziyou, push me in!" Wuya looked at Ziyou and said.
"Yes!"
The terrifying curse formed a barrier and Ziyou pushed Wuya into it.
Suddenly, the light of the stars opened a door in the curse barrier, allowing them to walk in unimpeded.
Ziyou saw Jiu Ye, he's bullying the little beauty with all his might! Isn't he afraid that the little beauty will run away?
Mu Qian sensed that someone was approaching, she saw the monstrous Ziyou and a person who was ethereal like an immortal but looked very sick.
This person is the fraud, Wuya!
A mysterious force broke out and the whole room changed. At this time, Mu Qian felt that she and Jiu Ye were floating in the sky.
Little by little, the power of the stars pushed the dark curse back into Jiu Ye's body, but Jiu Ye hugged Mu Qian and blasted the two people out of the room!
"Boom!"
Ziyou and Wuya were sent flying. The people outside were shocked as they shouted, "Lord Wuya!"
"Lord Wuya, be careful!"
Ziyou had suffered internal injuries as well, and he was in a terrible state now, okay? None of these bastards cared about him! Damn it!
Ziyou had probably thought that Wuya was unhappy with the fact that Wuya was not in good shape despite his looks, which made him especially pitiful.
Jiu Ye fell into a coma, Mu Qian checked his body, there was no major problem.
She recalled Wuya's method of using the power of the stars. No wonder he was the number one expert of the Celestial Race. He was indeed super strong!
She did not expect to see him under such circumstances.
The clothes on her body were torn by Jiu Ye, Mu Qian changed her clothes and walked out.
"Greetings, Princess!"
"Greetings, Princess!"
The others saluted, only Ziyou and Wuya did not make a move.
Mu Qian looked at Wuya and said. "Today, Jiu Ye's curse broke out. Thank you, Lord Wuya, for your help. Thank you very much."
The woman in front of him was calm, noble, and spoke in a decent manner as if she was already the mistress of the Imperial Palace.
Wuya's eyes sank, he said. "You're welcome, this is what I should do, I don't need your apology. However, His Highness's condition is not completely better! "
"What?" Mu Qian's face changed slightly.
Wuya said. "Now that the life force to suppress the curse in His Highness's body is completely insufficient, I need to use your blood to make a new seal."
Mu Qian looked at Wuya and said. "How much blood do you need?"
"Nine bowls!"
"What?" Ziyou was stunned.
Not to mention nine bowls, even a small bowl is enough to make Jiu Ye distressed. He asked. "Can't I use other people's blood? I can't use the little beauty's. "
Wuya replied. "If you find another person who understands the Way of Life, that's fine too."
How many people in this world can understand the Way of Life? There's no way they can find another person in a short time.
"Ziyou, His Highness is your master. Now is not the time for you to have tender feelings for the fairer sex. It's more important to find a way to save His Highness." Wuya said calmly.
His pair of dead eyes looked at Mu Qian and said. "If you're afraid, you can leave now. You also know very well that after His Highness's curse breaks out, you will be in the most danger."
Mu Qian calmly replied. "Afraid! From the moment I chose to treat Jiu Ye, I've never been afraid of Jiu Ye's condition. If I was afraid, I wouldn't have come to the Prison Realm. You can have my blood, I'll give it to you! "
Wuya should be using the seal of the Divine Race. She didn't understand it at all, but she knew that she had no other choice.
Wuya's temper is strange, but he is loyal to Jiu Ye and will not do anything that will harm Jiu Ye.
"Little beauty … Ye will go crazy!" In the entire Prison Realm, no one knew about Jiu Ye's feelings for Mu Qian.
But Ziyou, who guided Jiu Ye to pursue Mu Qian until recently, understood the feelings between them too well.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Wuya didn't deliberately make things difficult for Mu Qian. He took out a large jade bowl, but the capacity of an ordinary jade bowl is not small.
Blood loss is too much, even if the people of this world have a better physique, blood can't be lost so easily.
But Mu Qian didn't hesitate to let her blood fill the jade bowl.
The feeling of blood loss is not good, Mu Qian staggered a little, her head felt heavy and her feet felt light.
Mu Qian grabbed Ziyou and said. "Ziyou, guard Jiu Ye well, don't let Wuya …"
Mu Qian felt dizzy and almost fell down. She called Wudi and Mo Mo to come out and said. "Send me to the side hall."
"Master!" The three little ones were worried.
Mo Mo stared at Wuya who was as ethereal as an immortal and said. "Bad guy!"
Ziyou said. "Can you seal the curse on Ye now?"
Wuya nodded slightly. "Yes!"
Mu Qian rested in the side hall and drank a few potions before she finally felt better. Mu Qian said. "Guard him well, I'll be fine after I rest for a while."
Wudi said. "That Prophet of the Divine Race, I don't think he's a good person. Why would he need to bleed so much? "
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