Chapter 622: Filling your waste with your talent

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Gong Qianxue saw the smile on her face. Inexplicably, there was a chill from the spine and the body slammed.
Mu Yan did not seem to find her reaction at all, and continued: "There is no such a mysterious medicine on the mainland of Yanwu, so I gave it a name myself, called "Bilu Huangquan San"."
"As for its efficacy? It is very similar to the white jade purple cream. After taking it, it will deprive you of your cultivation a little bit, so that you will eventually fall back to the mortal who can't even apply Xuanqi."
Gong Qianxue slammed his eyes wide, showing a look of panic.
However, he listened to Mu Yan and continued: "But the effect of [Bilu Huangquan San] is more interesting than Baiyu Purple Cream. Because [White Jade Purple Cream] still has antidote, its efficacy is also reversible. However, [Bilu Huangquan San], its efficacy is irreversible, because it is not only your cultivation, but also your spiritual talent."
Gong Qianxue's lips are licking, and the sound of hoarseness and brokenness is spit out hard. "Jun... Jun Muyan, you...what do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything!" Mu Yan shook her head slightly, showing a bright smile. "You are not saying that you are the arrogant woman of heaven, is the darling of destiny? Then look, when your talent disappears a little, even Even after the forging body refining the soul to condense the roots are all decaying, what kind of darling can you become?"
"No! You can't do this to me... I am Gong Qianxue... I want to be the first king of the mainland, you can't..."
The snoring of Gong Qianxue’s horror and despair has not yet finished, and I feel a cold in my mouth.
The cold liquid has rolled down her throat.
Gong Qianxue slammed his throat and desperately wanted to spit out the swallowed medicine.
But that effect, but at the moment of entering her stomach, it has penetrated the viscera and eroded the blood.
"Ah, ah... Jun Muyan, you are a monk, you dare to harm me! I want to kill you!!"
Gong Qianxue screamed and hysterically rushed toward Muyan.
However, Chang Yu, who was guarded by Mu Yan, kicked open.
Changyu's face is very cold, step forward, cold and cold: "Miss, just the effect of filling the medicine is too slow. If you want to make a immediate impression, it is better to let her subordinates abolish her hands and feet now."
Speaking, slamming, the sword is out of the sheath.
Step by step toward the palace Qianxue.
At this moment, Gong Qianxue finally felt the despair and fear of destroying the top.
Her hair was scattered, and a few were stuck on her face by tears and nose.
The beautiful face is distorted by the extreme fear, and it looks extremely ugly.
She shook her head and used her hands and feet to move back.
However, Changyu’s sword is getting closer and closer to her.
Just when Changyu’s sword was about to cut off her hands, suddenly there was a clear voice behind him:
Changyu, back!!

Almost at the same moment, above the void, the terrible power of the rushing power came.
Chang Yu’s eyes sank slightly.
Just not waiting for his movements, the collar has been shackled and lost.
A slender and thin figure was in front of him.
The dazzling light erupted from the girl's body, slowly forming seven different colored swords, surrounded by the girl.
The colorful light shrouded the delicate figure of the girl, making her more vulnerable and more eager to protect.
But such a weak girl has provoked countless heavy burdens.
Again and again, standing firmly in front of him, giving him hope and giving him a new life.