Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 478 I'm going to meet Ziyun Fairy Pavilion!

After hearing the voice, Mu Huayan opened her beautiful eyes with satisfaction, took the dagger from his hand, and used her left hand to hold him down with spiritual power.

After three breaths, the poisonous insect was dug out along with its bones and flesh. He endured the pain and didn't let himself cry out. Beads of sweat kept falling from his cheeks.

"If you can't help it, you can..."

Mu Huayan, who had just stood up, was pulled down by him. Luo Chi held her in his arms. Mu Huayan, who was stunned for a few breaths, raised her hand and patted his back gently.

"C-Can I kiss you?"

Mu Huayan was startled and her face turned pale. She raised her hand and knocked the man unconscious. She then roughly cleaned the poisonous insect from his back.

He woke up in pain, his screams echoing throughout the sea of ​​flowers. He sat down under a tree with a somewhat aggrieved look on his face.

From time to time, he would glance at her who was meditating, and there was a barrier between the two of them.

Mu Huayan called out Hei Wuchang. After learning that Jiang Zilin had not returned, she immediately tried to contact the swallowtail butterfly, but her senses seemed to be cut off and she could not detect any breath of the swallowtail butterfly.

It was already noon, but the surroundings were still gray. Dark clouds covered the sky and it began to drizzle. Luo Chi stepped forward and held her hand.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Mu Huayan received Bai Lu's message and arrived at an inn in Beiyao Continent on time. She saw Yan who was still unconscious and the seriously injured Demon Lord.

Seeing that the person coming was a demon, Luo Chi subconsciously protected her behind him. Mu Huayan explained to him that he was not an enemy but a friend.

Mo Ying glanced at Luo Chi who was beside her, then picked up the wine jug and drank it all. Mu Huayan did not sit down but leaned against the window indifferently, intending to listen to his explanation.

The little demon flew to the window sill, making a gurgling sound and staring at her pitifully. Seeing that she ignored him, he flew to the side of the demon king and stretched out his little hands to pat him non-stop.

She waited for a few seconds, but what she got was his question, "What is his relationship with you?"

"Fairy friend."

But Mo Ying did not intend to explain or apologize to her. Instead, he casually picked up the little monster and walked out the door. Next to him was the Nine Hells Demon Dragon, which had transformed into a human form.

"Demon Lord, you?"

The Nine Hells Demon Dragon carefully reminded him but was interrupted by a fierce look from him. An invisible hostility spread from him.

Others who were dining in the inn were so frightened that they were sweating. Some even ran away from the inn.

He sneered and stood at the door of the inn, looking at the still silent Mu Huayan and planning to leave. After hesitating for a few breaths, he turned back and came to her.

The Nine Hells Demon Dragon seemed to realize what he was going to do and showed a look of fear. Mu Huayan saw the Nine Hells Demon Dragon waving at him in panic.

He rudely mentioned the little monster and glanced at Luo Chi beside him with dissatisfaction, and deliberately said to her in an imperative tone: "Stretch out your hand."

Mu Huayan was writing a secret message at the moment, planning to tell Bingyun about Yan's return. After thinking it over, she felt that it was inappropriate, as the Liuxuan Realm was watching them too closely.

"It's not safe here. We must find a place to put him first..."

She looked at Mo Ying for a while, then turned and walked out the door. After investigating with her spiritual sense, she found that there were hidden dangers within a radius of ten miles.

Mu Huayan held her temple and felt a slight headache. She reconnected with the perception of the swallowtail butterfly, but the swallowtail butterfly was constantly consuming her spiritual energy.

Realizing that Fengdie had rescued Gao Moqiu, she called out Hei Wuchang to inquire about the situation. When they went to rescue him, they found that they had already taken him to the altar.

Although Gao Moqiu was rescued, Ziyun Immortal Pavilion had more people and Jiang Zilin was fighting against them alone. Fortunately, Fengdie notified Song Yunmo to come to the rescue.

Mu Huayan looked in a certain direction, but she no longer had the energy to pick up Fengdie and the others. Bai Lu saw what she was thinking and said, "Master, take a rest. I'll go find Fengdie."

"Wait, I'll send someone over."

Luo Chi called out to Bai Lu, but Mu Huayan disagreed and interrupted him, "No, the situation is too chaotic now, we have to retain our strength."

As she was about to fall, Mo Ying stepped forward and supported Mu Huayan. Luo Chi was anxious, "Let her go."

"What a hassle, Nine Hells Demon Dragon, please go and bring them back."

Although he was just speaking impatiently, he was still worried about Mu Huayan who was exhausted due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy. He pressed her forehead with two fingers but was grabbed by Luo Chi's wrist.

"How can you, a demon from the demon clan, save her?"

The two of them were arguing with each other and neither of them was willing to let go. Mo Ying didn't want to explain that saving people was more important, so he took her into a room in the inn.

Luo Chi's heart was in her throat. Without saying a word, she kicked the door open and was about to take action when she found that he was using his spiritual power to heal her.

"Is this how your immortal friend takes care of people?"

"Didn't you notice she was so badly injured?"

Luo Chi trembled and hurried to her. He didn't say anything but infused spiritual power into her body. However, there was a look of self-blame on his face.

She gradually regained consciousness, frowning and spitting out a stream of black blood. When she supported herself on the edge of the bed with both hands and was about to leave, Luo Chi held her shoulders and said, "You have just recovered from your injury, don't move."

She pushed Luo Chi away and kept looking at the door. She had just taken a few steps when Mo Ying grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"The Purple Cloud Immortal Pavilion is from the Liuxuan Realm. They will not show mercy. Are you going there now to have the Yunyin Sect destroyed?"

"Even if the strength of Liuxuan Realm is combined with my entire demon clan, we still dare not confront them..."

Mu Huayan was not panicked after hearing this, but laughed disdainfully. Her spiritual power had recovered to 80%, so it was easy for her to rescue the people.

She threw off Mo Ying's restraints, and when she looked up, her eyes were already dyed with a layer of enchanting scarlet. As a layer of spiritual power fluctuated, a bow appeared in Luo Chi's body.

"Lend me your bow, I'm going to visit Ziyun Fairy Pavilion!"

At this time, Fengdie and the others had returned to this place. Mu Huayan came to their side in a flash. Hei Wuchang told her that Gao Moqiu had lost his second soul.

The two souls were in the hands of an elder of Ziyun Immortal Pavilion named Tian Qian, who was about to successfully sacrifice Gao Moqiu, but was interrupted by Jiang Zilin and the other two who came.

She looked at Gao Moqiu who was being tortured to death and Fengdie who was seriously injured, and the murderous intent in her eyes had reached its peak, "Purple Cloud Fairy Pavilion!"

"Miss Mu, remember, you must bring his two souls back within two days. Otherwise, if his souls are away from his body for too long, the remaining souls in his body will be reduced to ashes, and then he will die."

Hei Wuchang's words echoed in her ears. It would not take two days to wipe out the Ziyun Immortal Pavilion. One day would be enough to kill them all.

"Leave this to me, go and save them."

Mu Huayan gently stroked Fengdie's dirty face, nodded in response to Luo Chi, then turned into a point of light and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

The altar of Ziyun Fairy Pavilion was in a mess, with corpses scattered all over the ground, and the sound of fighting echoed throughout the sky.

Jiang Zilin's hair was stained with blood, and his body was covered with wounds. He looked fiercely at the thirty or forty purple-robed disciples who surrounded him.

The broken sword still shone with an undiminished cold and sharp light. The disciples were frightened by his appearance. They had fought for thousands of rounds but had not been defeated.

In the attic in front of the altar, Qi Jiner kept begging the old ancestor beside her, begging him to let Jiang Zilin go, "Old ancestor, please show some mercy and let him go, otherwise he will really die..."