"Damn it!!" Feng Linghua was caught off guard, and Luo Xiaoman's big hammer had already hit him hard.

Her pupils shrank, and there was a madness in her heart, "Even if it is dead, I will pull you back."

Luo Xiaoman's mind tightened, and suddenly he saw Feng Linghua take out a strange pestle and violently insert Ji Wanqing's body.

Suddenly, Ji Wanqing trembled all over, and a tyrannical aura broke out, shaking Feng Linghua and Luo Xiaoman out.

"Little Man!!"

Seeing Luo Xiaoman flying back, Mo Yuan ignored the others and left the Xuanzong disciple and rushed over.

"Wow, Master Mo Yuan, you are gone, what shall we do?" Lin Sanxing's heart trembled, and he shouted in panic.

At this time, Xuanzong disciple's eyes cooled down, staring at Lin Sanxing and Ling Yan fiercely.

"Who else can save you now?" They walked over savagely one by one, killing intent on the sky, "Give me all to die."

At this moment, a group of figures flashed over, blocking Lin Sanxing and Ling Yan.

"Ah! Young Master, Young Master, Patriarch Luo, Madam..."

"Roar!!"

Not only that, but Da Bai carried the general and walked slowly.

When Xuanzong disciples saw the people coming, they all showed a sense of astonishment. Judging from the other's momentum, they were not weaker than themselves.

Especially the snow-white monster and the battle puppet that exudes an icy atmosphere, they are both ugly masters.

"It's time to finish." Luo Mushan squeezed his fist, but glanced at Luo Xiaoman's side.

When he saw Mo Yuan hug Luo Xiaoman and steadily fall to the ground, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Well, with this kid, Xiao Man shouldn't get hurt.

They now have to deal with these Xuanzong disciples and support Luo Xiaoman. Ji Wanqing's state seems to be something wrong.

Both Luo Qingyi and Luo Qinghen felt the déjà vu from Ji Wanqing's body, the breath of frosty fangs after the resentment.

"Xiaoman, are you okay?" Mo Yuan frowned, looking at the lovely person in his arms worriedly.

Luo Xiaoman shook his head and smiled slightly, "It's okay, it's just a little weak."

Mo Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she said it was okay, then raised his eyes and looked at the crazy Ji Wanqing.

Suddenly, an evil spirit wafted from Ji Wanqing's body, exuding a terrifying power, and that resentment reached its peak.

"Hahaha, Elder Xuan, let me fulfill your wish for you." Feng Linghua smiled wildly.

What is against heaven? What kind of decent? What favors the common people?

Go to **** all!

She just wanted to do all she could to kill Luo Xiaoman in front of her and avenge the Ye family.

By now, she also understood that all this was Luo Xiaoman's layout.

It was this little ancestor who killed Ye Family and many Xuanzong disciples.

Therefore, she wants Luo Xiaoman and the entire Luo family to be buried with her!

"Roar!!!" Ji Wanqing screamed, her black hair danced wildly, and the claws that had been cut off had grown back, exuding a tyrannical atmosphere.

"During the demon pestle?" Luo Xiaoman squinted his eyes and sneered: "You can also be possessed by the demon. Is this the way of your decent people?"

Mo Yuan frowned, and read a trace of anger from Luo Xiaoman's eyes.

"Xiaoman, I'm here." He gently tightened the lovely person in his arms and said softly: "I will smooth everything for you."

Luo Xiaoman was startled slightly, raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yuan's profile. A long-lost figure flashed through his mind. You really look like that guy.