Mu Yan smiled and stood in place with a distressed expression: "Shen Yan, what should I do?" ”

Shen Yan withdrew the spell under his hand, got up and walked in front of Mu Darkxiao and said, "You still have some spells on your body, you can just go out and save it directly." ”

"No, I can't do it."

"He joked on you, you just use spells to heal him." Shen Yan said lightly, her lips were a little pale.

Mu smiled and saw that his face was wrong, and he looked at the red on his shoulder, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Shen Yan closed his eyes slightly.

Mu Yan smiled at Shen Yan like this, and felt a little worried in his heart: "You must not have anything, if you die, the sin must be counted on my head, you must not have anything." ”

"Why are you talking so much nonsense." Shen Yan was impatient.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, I'll take a look." Mu Yanxiao didn't dare to talk to Shen Yan, turned around and walked to the door, took a deep breath, opened the door, looked at the disciples gathered outside, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Are you alright?" The girl asked excitedly when she saw Mu secretly laughing.

Mu smiled calmly and walked down the steps behind them, deliberately ignoring the girl and said, "What kind of eyes do you all have, go away." ”

"What are you going to do?" The boy asked.

Mu smiled and glared at the boy who was asking, and said, "You asked a little too much." As she spoke, she deliberately raised her black mist-filled hand.

The boy stared at Mu Yan's hand in surprise and said, "Why is there a black mist of light in your hand?" ”

"That monster has been taken away by me, and now the light mist in my hand is the poisonous gas on her body, if you want to die," Mu smiled and looked around at the disciples, and said, "Just stand here and don't move." ”

"Are you a human or a demon?" The middle-aged man looked at Mu and asked with a smile.

Mu Yanxiao looked at the middle-aged man out of politeness and put down his hand, looking up at the sky gradually brightening, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I want to save your disciple now, if I don't save it, it will be too late." ”

"No, I don't save it." The middle-aged man snorted.

Mu was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?" That guy is your apprentice, and if you do this, I'm afraid you'll be damned. ”

"He will suffer the damnation of God." The middle-aged man refused.

"You..." Mu smiled at this time, he had a new understanding of this middle-aged man, so he deliberately ignored him and said, "Get out of the way." ”

The disciples were afraid that Mu Yanxiao would really attack him, so they dispersed one by one.

Then Mu looked at the middle-aged man who wanted to stop him and said, "Master, you can't stop me." ”

The middle-aged man avoided his gaze and said, "I didn't say I was going to stop you." ”

"That's good." Mu Yan smiled and said, stepping up to the front of the fifteen or sixteen boy: "Raise your face." ”

"It hurts." The fifteen-sixteen boy completely lost his previous domineering in the room and shook his head.

Mu looked down at the fifteen or sixteen boys, and couldn't help but squat down with a smile and said, "Hand me your arm." ”

The fifteen or sixteen boy bit his lip tightly, and tried to endure the pain as he handed his arm to Mu and whispered, "Even if you save me, Master will kill me, you should kill me." ”

"Your fate is predestined, and I am not qualified to end your life." Mu smiled and said, stretched out his two fingers and pointed directly at the edge of the fifteen or sixteen boy's wound: "It hurts, endure it." ”