Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 422 Then I'll Give You a Ride

All the attacks were instantly disintegrated before they reached Mu Huayan's body. The dragon traitor hiding in the dark suddenly felt that he had encountered a tough opponent.

By the time he reacted, Mu Huayan had teleported to the injured Erlong's side. They were caught off guard and had no time to make a judgement.

"No... I, we got hit."

Countless sharp scimitars flashed with lightning and pierced through the bodies of the two dragons. Then they were lifted up by external forces almost at the same time. The dragon traitors in the dark became anxious.

Just as he was about to attack, Luo Chi rushed forward and tore open a space to fight him. Many spots of light and lightning appeared in the space.

Erlong's eyes were filled with despair. He thought he would really be killed by Mu Huayan, but he didn't expect that the aura of many powerful people began to rise around him.

"The God of Killing is here, let's attack together!"

"It's easy to get. Let me make it clear that she is mine and the magic weapon belongs to you."

Magical attacks of different colors came, and countless sharp weapons flew out with a strong buzzing sound. Mu Huayan abandoned the seriously injured Erlong and dodged to a safe place.

The air was filled with the cries of pain from the two dragons after being attacked. The monks who came to kill Mu Huayan were even more delighted. They actually managed to pick up two dragons for free.

"It's worth the trip."

"Someone has revealed your whereabouts to us, God of Killing, prepare to die."

These cultivators were mostly from the Extreme Wilderness Realm to the Peak Ancestor Realm. There were at least several thousand of them. After the two sides had fought for hundreds of rounds,

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the King of Hell Jiang Zilin standing nearby.

"Hey, isn't this the King of Hell? What? Do you also want to increase the killing?"

What this means is that as a king of the underworld, he cannot break the rules and participate in the fights between humans, that is, monks.

As soon as he said this, many people turned their eyes to him, and murderous intent gradually rose in their eyes.

"Don't say that. Jiang Zilin is an elder of the Shenyang Tianzong."

"If you want Mu Huayan to be obedient, why not just kill him directly?"

"No need to say more, let's go together!"

Lu Ci also joined the fight, but Mo Qi, who was already seriously injured, was unable to fight at all, and Erlong sneaked away in the chaotic fight.

"City Lord Lu, go back and set up the formation as soon as possible. Don't worry about me."

A voice transmission entered Lu Ci's mind. He hesitated for a moment and then left the spot to find Gu Lan to arrange the formation for the entire Beiyao Continent.

Although they have regained control of the Beiyao Continent, they must come up with a foolproof plan to prevent Chu Mingchuan from causing trouble again in the future;

Mu Huayan stepped forward to help Mo Qi up and was about to speak when he was frightened by her eyes. Then a voice transmission sank into his mind.

"Don't talk to me, we don't know each other."

Seeing Mo Qi nod, she took him to a safe place. When she returned, she found that Jiang Zilin had killed at least a thousand monks.

"Jiang Zilin, please leave. I will clear the area."

She knew that a King of Hell who was responsible for the ghost realm could not kill innocent people at will, otherwise it would disturb his Tao heart and destroy the Tao principles, and even worse, it would cut off his path of cultivation.

His eyes darkened a little when he heard Mu Huayan's cold and ruthless words, but in order not to cause trouble for her, he had to leave. "Well, it just so happens that the Black and White Impermanence have been looking for me."

But after a few breaths, he stopped in mid-air and said something concerned, "Be careful."

Mu Huayan didn't react to what he just said? How could he, who was always cold-blooded and arrogant, care about others?

Although they always had something to talk about when they met, he rarely expressed concern to her face. He usually spoke in a roundabout way or simply said nothing.

The remaining people fixed their eyes on her with murderous intent. As far as the eye could see, there were dense crowds of people.

But Mu Huayan was not afraid of the pressure from more than a thousand people, and even her momentum was stronger than theirs.

"I give you two choices. Leave immediately within three breaths, or become a cold corpse in three breaths!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone started to whisper to each other. Isn't this a joke? A quasi-immortal emperor can still speak so arrogantly in the face of the pressure and strength of more than a thousand people.

"God of Killing, where does your confidence come from?"

"If that person was still here, there might still be a chance for him to fight us."

After she finished speaking, many people laughed mockingly, thinking that she was just trying to gain the upper hand with her words, and that she simply didn't have the strength to fight them.

At this time, Mu Huayan's body was filled with a sharp and cold aura. When someone looked into her fierce and deep eyes, they were immediately frightened and screamed.

"Rumor has it that no one can survive under her hands."

Someone said this with a trembling voice, and the others did not believe it and began to laugh at him, saying some extremely unpleasant words.

Mu Huayan sneered, her red eyes full of violent murderous intent. Many people trembled all over after looking at her and wanted to leave.

"Practicing is not easy. Since you don't cherish it, I will give you a ride."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people panicked and shouted the word "escape", and looked back in horror at Mu Huayan's actions behind them.

"Frost falls! Blood-colored mysterious soul."

The moment she opened her red lips, the fate of everyone present was already determined. It was true that no one could survive her, but it was false that someone could escape.

Everyone showed a look of horror, their eyes filled with fear of death. Those who were locked within her divine sense range were covered with blood-colored black ice.

There was a pleasant hissing sound, but there was no scream of fear from the dead. The surroundings were completely silent, but the sky was filled with eye-catching ice sculptures.

As she moved her mind slightly, the ice sculptures collapsed one after another, and a crackling sound was heard, as if a frost rain had fallen.

When it hit the ground, it turned into blood and dissipated. When I looked around, I found that there were still survivors.

"Oh? Are there any survivors?"

Mu Huayan's red eyes were filled with murderous intent, and when she raised her hand, several people fled the scene screaming like crazy.

The regent's secret voice urged him to leave, and he remembered that Mo Qi was seriously injured, so he came to a big tree. There were many petals on the ground.

He gradually regained consciousness after sensing a familiar breath. When he stood up with the help of a tree, he saw the person coming and blurted out without thinking,

"Senior sister, I..."

He saw the coldness in Mu Huayan's eyes and just remembered that they were no longer from the same sect. He then lowered his eyes and reluctantly changed his address, "Mo Qi, thank you for saving my life."

She didn't answer but took a bottle of pills and handed it to him, and then said with the same emotionless words, "It's okay."

When he was about to leave, he heard a thud and when he turned around, he found that the person had fainted. He had no choice but to take the person back to the palace to heal.

When she returned to the palace, Song Yunmo saw her supporting a man again. Jealousy suddenly surged in his heart, but he still kindly asked what was going on.

"Where is Chu Lianzhou?"

The regent's message mentioned that Chu Lianzhou somehow broke through the confinement spell she had cast. The initial judgment was that it was caused by external forces.

Song Yunmo felt a chill and thought that she would be the first to care about herself. Then she remembered that the Regent mentioned that he was injured.

"Where are you hurt?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Mu Huayan was lowering her head to treat Mo Qi's wound and did not look up to see his expression. A dull sound of pain was heard.

Maybe it was really painful. Mo Qi subconsciously grabbed her wrist. Sweat rolled down his forehead. He opened his eyes with difficulty and took a few breaths before he could see the person clearly.

"Do you know it hurts?"

Her tone was neither heavy nor light, but it was a little serious. The eyes that scrutinized him seemed to say that he was weak.

He moved his dry lips and turned his gaze to Song Yunmo who was leaning against the door frame.

"Just wake up and take off your shirt."

This brought his gaze and thoughts back to normal. Mu Huayan signaled him to let go of her, but her face was expressionless, only cold.

"Thank you for saving my life, Miss. I can do it myself."

Mu Huayan listened to his arrogant words for a long time before nodding and leaving a lot of herbs to leave. But after she had taken a few steps, she heard him coughing violently.

There was also a strong smell of blood spreading out. She softened her heart and turned back. She originally wanted to get some information from him.

So I took a handkerchief beside me, soaked it in water, wrung it out, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. His face gradually turned pale and his eyebrows were about to twist together.

His body was getting colder and colder, and even his dragon form was beginning to show. The dragon scales on his neck were glowing. If he wasn't saved, he would really die.

"what you do."