Chapter 4239: No matter you live or die, you must find their uncle (1)

This is the last voice Xuan Zhen heard.

Cold, indifferent, and ruthless.

There is no hatred and hysterics, but they are more terrifying than their crazy hatred in the night.

Is this... the Demon of Destruction?

Luo Yunxiao withdrew [Chixiao Jian], one of the twelve swords of life, and turned to Jue Ming: "Take me to the entrance of the enchantment of Dabei Temple."

"Otherwise, I will use [Ming Yin Sheng Yan] to burn the entire city of mercy."

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Under the abyss.

Mu Yan didn't know how long he had dreamed, or whether it was good or bad.

But when she opened her eyes, she still remembered that the last scene in the dream was in the Star Academy of Cultivation Continent.

The silver moon is empty, the stars shine.

Emperor Ming Ju, Xiaobao, and Xiaoyaomen are all around.

They played the piano, sang, drank, danced swords, and laughter filled the world, like a trickle flowing through her heart.

But it was such a happy and warm scene, but her tears could not stop flowing down.

At that time, how could they think that this life is not long this night, there will be nowhere to watch next month next month.

At that time, how could they expect that the Xiaoyao door, which they once regarded as home, would fall apart? They went to the master and lost their uncle. Since then, the home is still there, but they have become orphans.

"Little Sister, you are awake!"

Yun Ruohan stepped forward to support her in surprise, "How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"

Mu Yan slowly reached out and touched her cheek.

She thought she would feel the coldness of her face, but there was nothing.

No tears.

She cried in her dream, but when she woke up, she couldn't even cry.

"Brother." She heard her hoarse to almost broken voice, "I saw my marriage contract with the uncle on the Sansheng Stone..."

Yun Ruohan's breath suddenly solidified, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

He intuitively didn't want to hear Mu Yan's next words.

However, the girl's hoarse trembling voice still penetrated into his mind.

"The three-born stone splits and the marriage line is broken... Mozun said, perhaps because the party to the contract died..."

Mu Yan raised his head and looked at Yun Ruohan, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "Brother, did you say Uncle Xiao is really dead? He... is he really dead?"

After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't believe it!"

The sadness in the eyes gradually turned into a burning flame: "As long as I don't see the body of Uncle Xiao one day, I will never believe that Uncle Xiao is really dead!"

"I also... don't believe it!"

Yun Ruohan heard his mumbling voice, "Every one of us... Nine lives are still alive, and almost the complete body has not been saved. We can all survive. Uncle Xiaoshi is so powerful, how can he die easily? What about?"

His voice went from difficult to smooth.

I don’t know if it’s to persuade Mu Yan, but I gradually convinced myself: “Sister Xiaomei, don’t worry, don’t you want to hold a feast of heavenly spirits under the abyss? If you hear the news, you will definitely come over."

"Even... Even if Uncle Xiao is not here, Mo Tutor will come. With the help of Mozun and Mo Tutor, even if the entire Xiuxian Continent is overturned, we will find Uncle Xiao."

"If we still can't find it, then we will widely recruit disciples. Seven of us will go through every inch of the land of the Three Realms and Six Ways. As long as we don't see the uncle's body, as long as we don't confirm his death, we will not give up. "