Yun Qi gritted his teeth, bleeding from the corners of his lips, and finally swallowed the breath temporarily in anger.
He waved his hand heavily: "Everyone, immediately divide into the original teams and chase Su Luo from four directions! She can't run far in such a short period of time!"
Is this an opportunity for everyone to commit serious crimes? At this time, the demon clan members relaxed a little.
Hunt, hunt, hunt quickly!
Only by capturing Su Luo can we atone for our sins!
At this time, everyone's enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high.
Will Su Luo be hunted down by them? This is a story for another day.
And at this moment, in the Purgatory City base.
Secret room.
On the bed.
An extremely handsome man, with exquisite and flawless facial features and a world-famous face, was lying quietly on the large bed at this moment.
His slender body was lying flat, his hands were placed elegantly on his abdomen, he was dignified and gentle, and his face was as calm as water, as if he was sleeping quietly.
However, the faces of the few people surrounding him at this moment showed anxious looks.
The Holy Lord Elder frowned tightly.
Elder Xia Zi Sheng anxiously walked around the room.
Beichenying scratched his head anxiously, Ziyan's eyes were red and swollen, and she covered her red lips to prevent her crying from disturbing others.
Everything reflects that the life of the beautiful man lying quietly on the bed is undergoing a severe test.
Every quarter of an hour, the elders of the Holy Lord would silently reach out and feel his pulse to determine whether the charming man on the bed was unconscious or... died suddenly.
"Elder Holy Lord, how is Nangong? How is he doing now!" Bei Chenying's heart felt like it was being put into a frying pan every second.
Zi Yan was also on the verge of tears, but she looked at the Holy Lord Elder with anticipation and hope.
Now, among all the people present, the one with the highest cultivation level is the Holy Lord Elder. If even he can't do anything, then Nangong...
The elder of the Holy Lord had a gloomy expression. He let go of Nangong Liuyun's fair and slender wrist, stood up, and looked forward leisurely, his dark pupils seeming to be fixed on the snow-white wall.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
After a long, long time, the Holy Lord Elder sighed quietly and regretfully: "The situation is not good."
"Ah?!" Bei Chenying and Zi Yan's pupils suddenly tightened!
The two people gathered towards the Holy Lord Elder at the same time, and Beichen Ying was even more eager to grab the Holy Lord Elder's collar.
His eyes were red and bursting: "How could it be! Nangong's strength is so strong, and his body's recovery is so good, how is it possible this time... No! He will be fine!"
"Luoluo was kidnapped, and the third senior brother..." Zi Yan was so anxious that tears fell down, "If the third senior brother dies, what will Luoluo do when he comes back? She will definitely not live alone!"
If Nangong dies, Su Luo will die too... These two people are related in life and death. If one of them dies, the other will never live alone.
How could the Holy Lord Elder not know this? But he is not a professional alchemist, and his cultivation level is no longer as good as Nangong Liuyun, so...
The Holy Lord Elder looked sad: "What is certain now is that the lamp representing the fire of life in Nangong Liuyun's body is flickering on and off, and may be extinguished at any time."
"If the light of life goes out..."
Bei Chenying and Zi Yan looked at each other and saw horror and fear in each other's eyes!