591. Chapter 591 The fate of touching her bottom line 30
Shu Weiyang retreated far away under the impact of the huge spiritual power, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile on her ghostly pale face.
"You're late, but you're still a step too late."
"Originally, at this time, this power is not enough for me to destroy your underground palace. But God help me, the underground palace is already in danger, and you must break all the underground palace barriers before leaving..."
"It's great. Although the underground palace is not destroyed now, there is only one body left. With Nan Jinyue's current ability, it is simply impossible to repair it before she dies."
There is some kind of relief in that kind of laughter.
She looked up at the moonlight, the clear light bathed her face, and she closed her eyes and smiled.
"I'm finally done..."
Miao Wen stood there dumbfounded and suddenly sat down on his knees.
Touching the ground with your hands is like touching a dead body.
It seemed that in just this moment, her originally young face with a head full of white hair had aged by more than ten years.
With a "swish" sound, the fierce sound of killing penetrated from the battlefield that was originally shrouded in black mist and terrifying sword energy.
The crimson red damask looked like a flood in the moonlight, and the powerful spiritual power immediately pushed Shu Weiyang back dozens of meters.
The black fog gradually dissipated, and the flying sand and rocks gradually subsided under the moonlight.
Mu Lingbo gradually emerged from the pool of blood, the crimson gauze rippling in the night, but his body was not stained with any unclean blood or sand.
The night wind is like smoke, passing by slowly.
The remains of corpses after blood and flesh were scattered all over the place were devastated.
Her cold eyes looked down at Shu Weiyang, who had just been seriously injured by a blow. Behind her stood Mo Jiuling, whose black robes were floating like wings, like a pair of Shura who came out of hell, as if all life and death in the world were only controlled by that place.
In both hands.
You don't even need weapons, you can turn your hands to make clouds and turn your hands to make rain.
For people in military positions, all weapons are nothing but a burden in their hands.
No weapon can match their own sword energy, and weapons are like children's toys to them.
Mu Xiaobao is holding the mysterious thousand-year-old holy snow raccoon dog, with a rare seriousness on his innocent childish face.
That's right, all matters related to his mother's life must be taken seriously.
No one can hurt his mother, otherwise his cute, white and fat little hands can make people tremble with fear.
There were corpses on the ground. Yun Lang took the long sword off the last corpse and carefully wiped the blood on it. The sword body quickly returned to its original state. The moonlight fell on the sword like it was suddenly knotted.
A layer of frost.
"There are only two left." Yun Lang looked indifferent and did not put away the cleaned sword.
Mo Jiuling's fingertips seemed to be shrouded in clouds, and the invisible sword energy could be seen so clearly.
Just when he was about to raise his hand, Mu Lingbo took a few steps forward.
"It seems that you are ready to die." Mu Lingbo looked away, "I will give your sister a chance to survive. If you can give me the magic weapon you said, and tell me what you said.
, similar bloodline to Nan Jinyue."
Shu Weiyang seemed to have dilated pupils, smiling sadly, lowering her head, and her black eyes gradually lifted from her long hair, "Bring Nan Jinyue, I can tell you, and I can also give you
."
"Since she is bound to die, what else do you want?"
"Of course I have to see her die with my own eyes! Bring her body and I can tell you everything I know!"
