Chapter 4735

Mu Yan was worried in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just frowned and said, "these old guys are so noisy that they make me hear them." Then, in front of her, there appeared the demon Qin. It wasn't long before the melodious sound of the Qin overtook the shouts of the nine Li envoys. People in the lower District couldn't help laughing. Just now, they were all looking at the other side of the painting, but now they got together in twos and threes. Occasionally, they just looked at the embarrassed Jiuli envoy there. There are even people gathered together to whisper, whispering which of the nine is uglier and which is more embarrassed. At the end of Chu Dynasty, he took a look at Mu Yan and hooked his lips. Pressure on the page of the finger tip up a light color of blood. He slowly turned the page again. The "relaxed and comfortable" atmosphere on this side finally made Jiuli on the other side of the "painting" collapse and despair. They realized that Chu Moli really only allowed one of them to survive. Even if they can survive, he doesn't care at all. But this one really has the ability to kill them. Over the past ten thousand years, they have been able to control the whole Jiuli tribe and make the high-level friars who enter the Liangyi soul snatching barrier feel worse than death. They are not afraid of everyone in this world. But only this seemingly weak young man, who was only a few years ago, is an existence that they can never overcome. The burning flames on their bodies, the vultures circling in the air, and the moon far away from the sky remind them of their identity all the time. No matter how high they climb and how many lives they control, they are slaves! It belongs to Chu Mo Li alone and can never betray Jiu Li Nu The first person to make trouble is Liyan. He was in the middle of the wooden bridge, and behind him was Lihong, who had one leg burned off. Liyan suddenly jumps up and kicks Lihong's head. This foot contains powerful divine power. If an ordinary person is kicked down, his whole skull will break into powder. Li Hong screamed, and his whole body shook violently, almost falling off the bridge“ Lao Jiu, what are you doing? " Li Hong's green eyes were red and fierce. "Lao Qi, don't blame me. I just want to live!" With that, he suddenly had a whip in his hand and lashed it hard at Li Hong. It's stuck! The sound of a broken bone came. Li Hong let out a scream, his hands drooped and his spine bent down. He could not hold the wooden bridge any longer and fell towards the magma below. And Liyan's action is like turning on a switch. Jiuli envoys, who have been brothers for tens of thousands of years because of various interests, finally lift the veil of brotherhood at this moment, revealing their selfish and ferocious true colors. On the narrow wooden bridge, the battle became a regiment. With the passage of time, the more their accomplishments are weakened in the divine and ghost edict curse. Therefore, this battle is not like nine immortals fighting. It's more like nine local ruffians fighting hand to hand with their hair. One by one, they were either put into the magma or hit the nail on the head. People in xiazhong district can't even care about chatting. They are stunned and frightened. Only Chu Mo Li, who is reading the script, and Mu Yan, who is playing the piano, are still immersed in his own world. It seems that I have no sense of what happened at the other end of the painting.