"It shouldn't take a few days." The disciple of the medical department said, "Although the second uncle's consciousness was scattered when he was on the stage before, it has stabilized now. We fixed his consciousness with a rune array, and we believe that he will recover soon. ”

"Do you know what it was to hurt him?" The faceless disciple continued to ask.

"The divine consciousness attack that can cause this situation, on this beautiful mountain, of course, only the Phantom Spirit Hall has this method." The disciple of the medical department said.

Luo Bingqian, who was next to her, immediately said anxiously: "We did meet someone from the Phantom Spirit Hall on the way there!" ”

The disciple of the medical department hurriedly said, "But even if it is the Phantom Spirit Palace, no matter how clever the divine sense attack is, it will attack after a few quarters of an hour at most. The second uncle won Bai Suyu of the Sword Heng Sect in full view of everyone, and they fought for at least an hour! ”

"Phantom Hall" pondered the name for a moment, and then walked out.

And the fact that Mo Zhiyu was injured was also rumored in Lishan.

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Late at night, the courtyard of Tianjian Mountain was still brightly lit, and everyone had been busy all day, and now it was time for the change of guard on duty.

"Go and rest, I'll keep watch." A tall and thin disciple of Heavenly Sword Mountain greeted the disciple who was guarding the door of Mo Zhiyu, and the two sides exchanged peer salutes, and then changed their guards.

The tall and thin disciple looked at the disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain who were still changing the guard around him, and then pushed it open with his back to the door and quietly entered the house.

Candles were lit in the room, shining on the people who were lying quietly on their beds. Mo Zhiyu was still unconscious, and his forehead was still wrapped around the silk cloth with the talisman drawn on it.

The tall and thin disciple walked over slowly, lightly, and called softly: "Second Senior Uncle? ”

Mo Zhiyu didn't give him any response, not even his eyelashes twitching. The tall and thin disciple smiled slightly, smiling proudly, laughing viciously, his right hand clenched into a claw, and a black mist lingered on his fingers.

"Die!" The tall and thin disciple walked to the side of the bed, and with a wave of his claws, he slashed at the heart of Mo Zhiyu!

"Dang!" A pitch-black sheathed long knife suddenly appeared on Mo Zhiyu's chest, and the thick sword qi directly blocked the black aura!

At the same time, only a "whoosh" sound was heard, and a long-haired giant beast jumped out of the shadows and flew the tall and thin disciple out.

The tall and thin disciple fell into the corner and looked up angrily, and a long knife with a straight blade as black as ink was pressed against his forehead.

In front of him, a teenager stood. The young man's long hair was still scattered, and his face was still pale, but it was the ink delirium that was still lying on the bed just now!

Mo Zhiyu looked at him and smiled slightly: "You are even more breathless than I thought. ”

It's a trap!

The tall and thin disciple was apprehensive in his heart, but it was impossible, how could Mo Zhiyu wake up so quickly?

But now that he had been cornered into the wall, Mo Zhiyu sent the knife in his hand forward, and the blade sliced into his skin.

However, the tall and thin disciple still wouldn't be caught, and he risked his entire face being cut off, and fled against the wall!

With a "bang", the blade cut a long wound along his face from his forehead to his chin, and black blood sprayed out, emitting thick black smoke.

The tall and thin disciple could no longer maintain his current body, and his body changed violently, turning into a face covered with scales and folds.

Of course it's Qin Yiqiong!

The black mist rose up on Qin Yiqiong's body, and Mo Zhiyu took a step forward, and Qin Yiqiong turned into a puff of black smoke and smashed through the window and escaped.

The screams of the disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain immediately sounded outside the window, and then a strong sword intent flashed!

Mo Zhiyu threw himself to the tattered window, and saw Wuyan standing in the courtyard, holding the ancient sword at his waist, as if he was about to draw the sword, and seemed to have just put the sword into the sheath. And in front of the faceless face, there was a cloud of black smoke creeping at the moment, and the black smoke was constantly emitting black blood outward, and the black blood emitted a disgusting stench.

The black blood seemed to be highly poisonous, and the ground it flowed through was corroded with a "sizzling" sound, and the corpses of the disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain that were contaminated began to decay rapidly.

Wuyan naturally saw Mo Zhiyu, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he realized that the black mist was not dead, and he was still struggling.

The black mist rose up, throwing out highly poisonous black blood in all directions.

"Defense!" Wuyan let out a loud shout, and at the same time, he exuded a fierce aura that covered the surrounding disciples.

But the black fog was just a false move, he took advantage of the lack of distraction to protect people, jumped directly into the air, jumped out of the courtyard wall, and shrank into the outer darkness.

"Chase!" The disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain immediately reacted and chased after each other.

"Meow Ball!" Mo Zhiyu shouted at the same time, and Meow Ball immediately smashed through the wall where the window was located and crashed into the courtyard, and then Mo Zhiyu rolled over and rode on Meow Ball.

Wuyan was about to come over to stop him, but the speed of the meow ball was faster, and he disappeared into the darkness outside the courtyard with a leap.

Mo Zhiyu was ruthless in his heart: this guy was actually looking for him to take revenge, of course he wanted to take revenge on him!

Wuyan, who was fruitless in blocking, immediately turned his head and shouted: "Tracker! Before the words fell, a disciple immediately released a rune flag to chase after Mo Zhiyu, and then the rest of the people followed the rune flag to chase after him.

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Meow Qiu could smell Qin Yiqiong's breath and quickly chased after him. Although this Qin Yiqiong has thoroughly touched the environment here these days, but now he is seriously injured after all, and he can't escape quickly, and soon, Mo Zhiyu saw that black shadow.

He clenched the ink knife in his hand, and the blade emitted a roar, exuding a fierce killing intent.

Mo Zhiyu was about to make a move, but at this moment, he felt another strong sword intent, and he instinctively braked the meow ball, ready to defend. However, that sword intent did not fall towards him, but instantly crushed that black mist into a ball of flesh and blood!

"Luo Yiying?" Mo Zhiyu looked at the young man who came out of the darkness with a solemn expression.

The boy frowned as he looked at the bloody mass on the ground, and then he was only surprised when he saw Mo Zhiyu.

"It's good that nothing happened!" A group of people followed Luo Yiying and ran out from behind the darkness, led by Jiang Sutong.

Mo Zhiyu sat on the meow ball and didn't speak, he didn't know what the group of people from the Sword Heng Sect meant, so he didn't dare to move. At this time, Wuyan also arrived with someone.

Wuyan looked at the blurry thing on the ground, and his eagle-like gaze shot towards the people on the side of the Sword Heng Sect, but was blocked by Jiang Sutong's friendly smile.

Then Wuyan asked coldly, "What does Jian Heng Sect mean by this?" ”

Jiang Sutong smiled and said, "It's not interesting! We also chased the black shadow, but fortunately we were able to subdue this villain and did not cause a major incident. ”

"Now that you can possess yourself, is your soul almost recovered?" Mo Zhiyu asked happily. - The next chapter is demon-possessed!