The little blood bones rushed towards the four ghost soldiers.?

As soon as the four ghost soldiers were solved, a sword light suddenly flew from the side. Ye Xiyue and Xue Wushu dodged one after another. Moff appeared, holding a wide sword in his hand.

"Qingyao? Young Master? You two..."

Xue Wushen had no expression on his face, "Move, are you going out of the way yourself, or do you want me to do it yourself?"

"Young master, what do you want to do? Are you forcing the palace? Just you two? It's a huge joke." Although Moff was also shocked why the four great ghost soldiers disappeared like this, he was even more shocked to see Xue Wushang and Qingyao.

Force the palace to rebel?

One man and one woman?

Don't you find it ridiculous?

Ye Xiyue raised her eyebrows, "Speak less nonsense." A light flashed in her hand, and the sword of time took action.

Moff snorted coldly, "With a broken sword, do you really think it's my strength?"

Ye Xiyue was about to face the match, but was stopped by Xue Wushang, "You go in and see the situation first, I'll deal with him."

Ye Xiyue nodded when she thought about the overall situation.

Taking advantage of the inactivity of Xue Wushen's entanglement of Moff, she flashed into the inner hall.

There were messy outside, with guards attacking and ghost soldiers attacking.

The small blood bones devoured the ghost soldiers outside, and Xue Wushang dealt with Moff.

Ye Xiyue took out a signal device from the God-killing space and threw it out of the window.

‘Bang!’ The signal device is like a firework clamoring in the dark air.

The quiet villa in the city.

Molan saw the fireworks roaring in the air, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Mu Feng, Chi Yue, start to act."

A woman in a black cloak walked out of the room, took off her hat, "Xiyue, I'm finally going to act..."

Her eyes fell on Mo Lan, and seeing that he was still faint, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. It's been a few days since she arrived in the imperial capital, but she and him never said a word.

Nan Wushuang, were you born to pay off your love debt in this life? Are you destined to fall into this person who has long forgotten you?

An eight-year-old figure stood on the top of the hall, looking at the fireworks that passed away in the moment, a smile rippled in his eyes, "Xiao Xier..."

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

With the ability to remove obstacles with small blood bones, Ye Xiyue stood in the inner hall and walked to the innermost point.

The more you go, the stronger the aroma of the medicine will be.

When she stood in the inner hall, she saw a big bed surrounded by pink gauze tents. Yan Aotian stood outside the gauze tent. In front of Yan Aotian, there was a small silver furnace and cauldron. He kept throwing various treasures from his ring into the furnace. Under the furnace, a black flame induced a palm of his right hand.

Black flame?

Ye Xiyue thought of Grandpa Yaoweng. When he was refining the Purple Pill for her, he also had a black flame. The color of the strange fire was from low to high: blue, purple and black.

The black flames are undoubtedly the most powerful.

A master-level alchemist actually has black fire, and such abilities are beyond the reach of others.

For some reason, Ye Xiyue looked at Yan Aotian's black strange fire in front of her and felt that the black was not pure, but it looked like a dark ink color. The strange fire of Grandpa Yaoweng was indeed authentic black.

What's going on?

Abandoning this idea, Ye Xiyue saw that Yan Aotian was obviously focusing on refining medicine for Feng Wu, but where did Feng Wu run away?
Chapter completed!