Chapter 4862 No matter what, keep the happy door (1)

Di Beixuan's five fingers spread out, hanging above Muyan's heart.

With the rich black energy pouring into Mu Yan's body.

There was a pained expression on her face.

Dazzling light flickered around her.

The chaotic piano sound hit people's eardrums and reverberated between heaven and earth.

In the light, a black guqin slowly appeared.

Di Beixuan was ecstatic, grabbed the guqin in his hand, and then put it into the storage space.

Get the Tianmoqin, and then give Jun Muyan to Mo Qingshan.

The purpose of his trip has finally been achieved!

Do not! not enough!

Di Beixuan's eyes fell on Li Weiran's side, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Jun Muyan is going to die, these little bastards from Xiaoyaomen, and you, Li Weiyan, are also going to die!"

Xiaoyaomen and these people always gave him a very evil feeling.

Just like Jun Muyan and Chu Moli.

Even the divination results of the Hunyuan Heluo horoscope pointed to this seemingly weak, yet inexplicably powerful sect.

Di Beixuan was not really afraid that they would threaten his plan.

It's just that the [Door of the Sky] is about to open, and the long-cherished wish for many years will come true.

He will never allow any accident to happen.

And Xiaoyaomen, these people are likely to be the biggest variable.

As soon as the words fell, Di Beixuan's figure had disappeared in place.

Li Weiyan is the end of the battle, the divine power in the whole body has long been exhausted, and the internal organs have also been seriously injured and have not healed.

Immortal Emperor's blow, he can't stop it no matter what.

【Om—! 】

There was a strange knocking sound.

Immediately afterwards, the golden and red cassocks fell from the sky, covering Li Weiran and the few people around him.

It also blocked Di Beixuan's blow.

Jingyuan's figure appeared in front of Li Weiran's body, and he threw the golden bowl in his hand and smashed the shoulder of God Beixuan heavily.

Di Beixuan was caught off guard, and when he released his hand, Mu Yan fell down and was caught by the enlarged golden bowl.

"Clearly far."

Di Beixuan narrowed his eyes, looked at the person in front of him coldly, and said with a sneer, "You want to steal someone from me?"

Jing Yuan ignored him, but raised his hand.

The golden-red cassocks flew down from the sky and became dozens of flat.

Above the golden bowl flying the knife cassock, the unconscious Muyan was carefully placed on it.

Xue Ji and the others only reacted at this time: "You are... Master Jingyuan of Dabei Temple?"

Jing Yuan glanced at Leng Yumo, who was also sleeping, and clenched her hands tightly.

All the people in Xiaoyaomen were in a coma.

What exactly happened?

Is Yu Mo injured?

There were thousands of twists and turns in his mind, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by an awl.

But at this time, he was not allowed to check Leng Yumo's condition.

He didn't answer Xue Ji's words, just said coldly: "Bring everyone on the cassock, hurry up!"

After Feizhou left the ancient battlefield, those spiritual practitioners had already fled.

Some are afraid of fear, greedy for life and fear of death.

But some are worried about the situation of their sect and family, and rush to check.

Before Ren Puppet caught up, You Yue led the Gorefiend to resist.

At this moment, only Xue Ji, Li Weiran, Han Chujiu and Xiaoyaomen were left on the flying boat.

Fortunately, Jingyuan's cassock can be used as a flying instrument.

Li Weiran had already put everyone from Xiaoyaomen on top of the cassocks, while he stood beside Xiaobao and quietly watched the battle on Jingyuan's side.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and flew out the golden bowl in his hand.

There was only a loud bang, and two energies collided and exploded in the air.

Jingyuan stepped back a few meters, and when he almost hit the cassock, he spat out a mouthful of blood.