The big white **** sat on the cloud and suddenly floated towards Xueyi Mo.

The magic soldier naturally desperately blocked his approach. However, this person is too powerful. Anyone who is close to him has not yet waited for another move, and was shaken out by the sound of the piano, and turned directly into flying ash in the air ...

"What is the ancestor? Why not show up to fight with this seat?" The man in white said, his voice sounding like Kunlun Hanyu, tinkling in the wind.

Xueyi Mo's face turned pale, she did not speak, still urged the strings, and played the sound of killing to stop him from approaching.

Her faint blue sound wave struck him, but before she hit him, she was bounced off by the enchantment around him, but he moved faster and faster towards this side, and it seemed to want to break her. This sedan, look at the true face of Mozu ...

No one in this world has ever seen the true face of Mozu, not even Xueyi Mo.

She watched as the white man came closer and closer--

He's about to see her!

Does he still recognize her?

Recognize the little fox who once liked his flute so much but was almost eaten by him?

Her eyes are amazing!

Although she knew that as long as he approached this place and broke the sedan chair, her death was over, but she still looked forward secretly ...

"Oh!" Xuanbo's strings were broken!

She lost to the other side's piano sounds, her body shook, her lips bleed-

Xue Yilan next to her suddenly rushed over, risking to be hurt by her piano sound and rushed to her side, grabbed Xuanbo piano on her lap.

Xueyi Mo apparently did not expect Xueyi Lan, who has always been trusted, to act on her, and she was fully absorbed in Xue Yilan's Tao, not only was he snatched the piano but also closed the acupoint!

"Momo, take care!" He only said four words, and suddenly broke the car roof with a single palm, like a blaze of fire straight out ...

Xueyi Mo suddenly opened her eyes wide, she thought of getting up, but was not able to get up for a moment when she was ordered.

Watching Xue Yilan jump away from her, posing as her to meet the white **** ...

She heard Xueyi Lan smile with a loud voice: "I did not expect that there are also masters of music in the fairyland, so I will come here to teach ..."

He is not his opponent!

She has half of the power of the demon ancestors, and she has no way of living against the white god, let alone Xue Yilan who has only practiced the piano for decades.

Xueyi Mo was shocked and furious. She opened her mouth to shout, but couldn't shout ...

He will die! He will die against that person!

Xue Yilan! Missing! You can't die! You must not die ...

Xueyi Mo began to tremble, she desperately hit the acupuncture point.

"Stupid boy." A faint voice sounded from her ears. Xueyi Mo was stiff, and his eyes turned desperately: "Devil Ancestral!"

She hadn't done anything else, and suddenly a gust of wind rose from the ground. The sedan chair she sat in spun up out of nowhere and fell into a sudden large vortex that appeared in the air ...

Ning Xuemo finally found that everything she saw seemed to be from the perspective of this Xueyi Mo, because when the sedan chair was drawn into the vortex, her eyes swirled in circles--

After spinning around, wait for her to settle down again and find that the scene has been changed.

The dark dense forest, the dim sky, the colorful mist of poisonous gas floating, and the dark and quiet hall.

This is the scene of the demon world that Ning Xuemo often dreams about.

She saw the girl in red blowing like a wind into a magnificent hall. There was no one else in the hall. Only a vague man was lying on the couch in the middle of the hall. Qixianqi was beside him Broken Xuanbo.