: 2946 Either dead or strong (2)

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During this time, the virtual spirits rescued her several times and helped her recover.
But the emperor has never appeared.
Mu Yan knows that there must be something on the mainland to repair him.
Perhaps, the situation of the emperor today is more dangerous than himself.
A fusion of three energy in a while will be a life of nine deaths.
If the emptiness ring is still in her hand, then the emperor will surely give her the gods in spite of everything.
She is unwilling to die and will not easily admit defeat.
But I never want to drag the emperor into the abyss.
Mu Yan reached out and gently touched the ring that was quietly in the grass. The voice was soft: "Sorry, Emperor, Xiaobao..."
"If I can't go to you... I hope for it."
Retracting his hand, Mu Yan’s look changed back to perseverance.
She raised her hand and the celestial piano appeared in front of her eyes.
[Phantom of the phantom] launched, two identical models, one left and one right, relatively falling on both sides of the Milky Way.
The piano sounded slowly.
The field of triple stars was suddenly cast.
At the moment when the field was cast, the light group in Muyan's body was like smelling something seductive, and it was more arbitrarily left and right.
The internal organs were torn apart and the pain was so painful that Mu Yan gave a painful sigh.
The crack on the surface of the skin has expanded a few more points in a flash.
The blood donation of the silkworms permeated from the cracks and dyed the skin into a blood.
Qi Huang saw this scene, biting his teeth and forcing the pain in his body to enter the Milky Way.
The slender hand slowly stretched out, and the black-red energy flowed out of his fingertips, respectively, into the eyebrows of Muyan and the body.
With the injection of this third energy, the light in the body of Mu Yan was quiet for a moment.
A crack began to appear next.
One, two, three...
The original light group was separated into four parts and rushed to four directions.
The power of the spirit.
The power of the fairy.
The power of the devil.
Also, the power of the field!
The four light groups sometimes collide, sometimes dispersed, and sometimes blend, they are mutually restrained, and they are involved, but they are not allowed.
After being briefly separated by the power of the seven magic gods, it was actually the body of Mu Yan as a battlefield.
The map engulfs other forces.
However, none of the four light groups were found.
The riddled body that they used as battlefields and tossed by them began to spread out of the brilliance of the moon, like a moonlight, and surrounded each light group a little.
Infiltration, engulfment, absorption, fusion!
This process is slow and difficult, but it is silent.
In the space, the little phoenix and the little yellow chicken were on the side of the Xinghe River, and the group turned around and rushed to tears.
They can see that Mu Yan is very painful and painful.
Her tough and determined people, even if they are savage, can talk and laugh, but at this time they can't stop the tears mixed with blood.
Although the body is sitting cross-legged, it can crack on the skin, and every blue rib is violent. Every inch of skin is immersed in a pool of blood.
Even if the entire heavenly magical space is silent, I can't hear a little sound.
But I can also know how Muring suffers from hell.
Moreover, it is not just Mu Yan who is suffering from torture, but also Qihuang.
His red dress didn't know when it was getting weaker.
The slender hands stretched in the air turned into translucent, as if they would dissipate anytime and anywhere.
Mu Yan has never known that these days, Qihuang is suffering all the time.