The master of Qingrong Yuan said: "It's not that I don't report it, the time has not come." ”

The master of Zhu Que followed and said: "There are destined people, far away in the sky, close in front of you. ”

The master of the White Margin Courtyard added: "Don't be impatient. ”

Although the voices of the three courtyard masters were slightly weak, they were calm and calm. The sound is as deep and melodious as if it came from nine heavens away, bringing an aura of calm and serenity. It is worthy of the power of hundreds of years of practice. A few meaningful words made the ants present like on a hot pot instantly calm down......

Luo Xin'er didn't think so, raised her slender chin high, and snorted coldly at the three courtyard masters: "Three old immortals!" What I gave you is the Sleepy God Spell developed by the Blood Refining Demon Venerable for hundreds of years, unless any of you reach the Supreme Level, otherwise, even if you remove the skin and bones, it is impossible to escape this comfort! No one can save you! ”

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of black-clothed people on the side couldn't help but laugh.

It's just that the three courtyard masters and the four hall masters are still calm, waiting for the so-called destined person.

was so snubbed, Luo Xin'er couldn't hold it on her face, her face sank, and she immediately began to go crazy. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she stared at Mo Ziyan who was sitting in the front row of the crowd. Even if he was subjected to **, his face was still as usual, and he sat upright.

"Just arrest that beautiful man, I want to see when your destined people from Tianfeng Academy will appear!" Luo Xin'er gave an order.

The two men in black stepped forward and dragged Mo Ziyan up from the crowd and pushed him to Luo Xin'er's feet.

Luo Xin'er smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her legs, and stepped on Mo Ziyan's back. Anyone up close could hear the sound of bones shattering.

All those who are trapped in the Divine Curse are unable to use a trace of spiritual power. At this moment, Mo Ziyan must have been seriously injured. It can be seen from his pale face and the cold sweat that keeps flowing. It's just that he still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

"Hmph, it's a bit backbone! However, if you don't say where the Nuwa Stone of Tianfeng Academy is today, none of the 5,678 people in Tianfeng Academy will survive! The sharp voice contained bloodthirsty coldness.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a ray of God-level red realm light condensed on Luo Xin'er's whip again. If this whip is struck, then Mo Ziyan has no hope of living at all.

Just at the last moment, Mo Ziluo, who led the team to find him, suddenly jumped out. It was about a hundred meters away from Luo Xin'er. The light of the He Xuefeng Heavenly Sword in his hand flashed sharply, and the sword shouted at Luo Xin'er: "Stop!" Didn't you ask for Nuwa Stone? I know where, put my brother! ”

"Oh? There is also a ...... who is not afraid of death" Luo Xin'er raised her eyebrows and said with a cold smile.

The next moment, a hundred men in black surrounded Mo Ziluo. It's just that I can't see the figure of the flower.

Murong Feixue thought that something was wrong, and her eyes patrolled from the square. Sure enough, I found the figure of Flowey. She was now breathing hidden, cautiously walking around the edge of the square. With the help of everyone paying attention to Mo Ziluo, Huahua came to Luo Xin'er's rear smoothly.

Stupid, then Luo Xin'er is the strength of the god-level red realm, how can she not sense the movement of your little girl? Murong Feixue couldn't help but feel anxious in her heart......