Chapter 4692

She suddenly turned around and saw Li Hong appeared behind her. A pair of green eyes are looking at her for a moment. Lin Shuang betrayed her! To this, Mu Yan has no accident at all. Miao an may have just become a divine servant, but he still harbors the hatred and hope of normal people. But after staying in such a place for a long time, even people with strong will will be gradually brainwashed. Willing to be a dog, just hope to live a little easier. Why does an outsider break into her? The nine Li envoy has no one to search the room of the God servant. Because they firmly believe that no one can escape from the temple. I also know that most of the divine attendants are obedient dogs and will not disobey the orders of the nine Li envoys. Mu Yan's sight falls behind Li Hong. Lin Shuang is lowering his head, shrinking his thin body. Li Hong noticed her sight, couldn't help laughing and suddenly raised his dry hand. Pulling Lin Shuang's hair, he pulled the man in front of him. "My dog makes you laugh. Of course, I can't compare with you, but I'm good enough to be obedient. Unlike the one raised by my third brother, he even wanted to disobey his master. Guess what happens to the servant who helped you? If I remember correctly, it seems that Xiao Shenshi's name is Miao an, isn't it Lin Shuang's scalp was almost pulled down, and her painful tears fell down. But she didn't even dare to say a word, she was just crying in silence. Mu Yan's anger and killing intention were stronger than ever. The seven Jue sword slowly appeared in the palm. The green clothes flutter and the hunting sounds. The evil spirit of Mori Leng permeates the whole body. Li Hong threw away Lin Shuang and walked towards Mu Yan step by step. "Last night, you delayed me to enjoy the sacrifice. I don't know how to compensate today? Let me taste your blood first“ The Jiuli tribe is isolated from the world. Even if the monks outside enter, they will encounter all kinds of spells. They can't show up in front of us. I haven't tasted the blood of a monk for a long time Muyan sneered: "who put whose blood, or the unknown number. Oh, it's not right. You're the dry skin that stepped into the coffin. Even if I cut off your head, I'm afraid I can't shed two drops of clean blood, can I? " Li Hong's eyes suddenly cooled down, "little girl, do you think yesterday's trick can be played for a second time in front of me? Little Xuanxian, if I'm not willing to play with you, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me? " Mu Yan nodded and said slowly: "in terms of incantation, you are obviously not my opponent. It's just that the power of the curse in my body is not enough. I dare not fight hard with you, but you also dare not fight hard with me. "“ In terms of cultivation, xianzun is really powerful, but I just figured it out. Can't you draw much immortal or spiritual power from this temple? Even the divine power cannot be born out of thin air. In other words, in this temple, you and I are all weakened to less than 90%. Xianzun, who has less than 10% strength, is just a golden immortal at best. I killed many golden immortals when I was in the fairyland. I might as well try again today. " All the smiles on Li Hong's face were clean, and his green eyes were cold. He said in a coarse voice: "little girl, it seems that you can't see the coffin...".