Chapter 1125: Spiritualism (8)

Chapter 1125 Calling for Souls (8)
At the same time, Xiao Xi and Ouyang Shaohao followed the golden silk thread to trace the front of a luxurious mansion. They looked at the three golden characters of the '丞相府' written above the gate of the mansion. Ouyang Shaohao’s deep eyes slammed up. : The person who took the snowy soul, even in Muxiangfu...
"Not good, the speed of the man's demention is speeding up." Xiao Xi's low-pitched reminder sounded, Ouyang Shaohao bowed his head and saw that the golden silk thread on the top of Murong Xue was twice as thick as before, and the speed of overflowing was also better than Just doubled...
Ouyang Shaohao's complexion turned out to be very ugly, the toe was light, and the slender body was like a white cloud, and it flew straight into Muxiangfu.
Xiao Xi also quickly followed.
Far away, Xiao Xi saw a table in the red plum forest of Muxiangfu. A man in a black cloak was standing at the table, carrying a complicated handcuffs, and a golden silk thread followed his hand. The traction of the dragonfly overflowed from the head of Murong Xue, and floated to the table for the fluttering...
Xiao Xi’s eyes glanced, and a golden light flew out from the fingertips and hit the tray on the table. He only listened to ‘砰! The sound of the sound, the tray was broken, the black hair in the tray, and the yellow paper was also dozens of dozens, dozens of pieces, and the falling of the land...
The man in front of the cloak at the table was shaken back two or three steps, ‘噗’, a spit of blood, a burning pain in the chest!
Who broke his big thing!
The man in the cloak looked up in disgust and saw a young man in a blue robes falling from the air in a light air! The handsome face of the man, the elegant figure, the man in the cloak slammed his eyes: Xiao Xi, how could it be him!
The heart was filled with a strong alert and taboo, and the right hand of the man in the cloak was suddenly opened. The rich black technique quickly condensed in the palm of his hand, and he rushed to Xiaoxi without mercy...
Xiao Xi was not in a hurry, carelessly raised his hand, and the golden light flew out from his fingertips. He went straight to the black technique, only listening to the sound of '砰', black and gold collided with each other. All turned into fly ash, annihilated in the transparent air...
The man in the cloak had a deeper hatred, and the left and right hands were all open, ready to condense the technique. He didn’t want to, Xiaoxi’s figure was moving, and he came to him in an instant, and the backhand hit him to the ground. When he had no time to react, he He kicked him and rolled his kick forward...
Suddenly, Mu Tian prayed for a sigh, and even reacted, and glanced at the mouth of Xiao Xi’s mouth, which was vomiting blood, and the man in the cloak rolling back and forth on the ground, his face was dark and dripping ink:
Xiao Big sacrifice, what are you doing?"
Xiao Xi has not spoken yet, and a cold voice in Qingyue screamed first: "Mu Tianqi, what are you doing? Good end, why should you take a snowy soul?"
Mu Tianqi raised his head and saw that Ouyang Shaohao floated in front of him, watching his eyes, cold and cold.
Take a photo of Murong Xuehuo? When did he take a photo of Murong Xue?
Mu Tian prayed with confusion.
"You haven't taken the snow soul? What about this?" Ouyang Shaohao asked unceremoniously.
Mu Tianqi followed his gaze and saw Murong Xue, who was held in his arms. Murong Xue was pale and his eyes were closed. The whole body was surrounded by a golden Sanskrit. Sanskrit revolved around her for the table. The golden soul was dragged by it, fluttering in front of Murong Xue, neatly and orderly attached to the golden Sanskrit, slowly blending into Murong Xue...
(End of this chapter)