Only the Heavenly Realm, and the Demon Realm except for the Cat Demon Clan, are still out of the way and watching the battle from the sidelines.

In a bloody light, Zuo Yan and Yan Yao led a group of subordinates and appeared with Wen Xiaoai.

The moment the Immortal Emperor saw the Incineration, he knew that the Immortal Realm and the Soul Suppression Beast were bound to become enemies.

"Nie Jiuque! Look who I brought you. Zuo Yan shouted proudly at Nie Jiuque in the chaos.

However, his voice was drowned out in the sound of fighting.

In the shadow of the sword light, Wen Xiaoai's little face as pale as paper suddenly crashed into Jun Mo Yan's crimson eyes.

"Little ......"

After only a second of distraction, the cold light flashed, and he was stabbed hard in the back.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining his entire back.

"Jun Mo Yan ......"

Wen Xiaoai held her big belly in one hand, looked at the injured Jun Moyan, and tears instantly welled up.

She endured the pain and tried to break free from Zuo Yan's clamps, but he grabbed her arm.

The pain in her stomach made her almost unable to stand, cold sweat broke out, and the whole person barely stood by the tight clamps on the left.

Jun Mo Yan turned around and slapped the person who injured him away, and the powerful spiritual power came out majestically, shaking all the people who were besieging him away.

Then he flew up and broke away from the fight.

His eyes were red, looking at Wen Xiaoai, whose little face was distorted in pain, and his murderous aura skyrocketed.

"You dare to move." Zuo Yan pulled Wen Xiaoai and grabbed her slender neck with one hand.

Jun Moyan took a step forward uncontrollably, his whole heart hung up, and his chest ached.

"Jun Mo Yan ......" Wen Xiaoai shouted to him with a crying voice.

This sound almost made Jun Moyan go violently, but fortunately, he was still sober.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He struggled to speak.

"Do you hurt?" Wen Xiaoai held back tears and pain and asked him.

"It doesn't hurt." He replied.

"Jun Mo Yan, the baby seems to be injured...... "The pain in her stomach made Wen Xiaoai very scared.

Tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

Usually the baby is very active, moving around in her belly, but he hasn't moved much in the past two days, and he is very quiet.

He must have been frightened and injured.

Jun Moyan's psychological defense line was once again broken, and he almost lost his mind and roared at Zuo Yan: "Let her go, I'll give you whatever you want." ”

"Give? What I want from Zuo Yan is given by others? Zuo Yan was disdainful and full of pride.

"You'd better not move, I don't know how to pity Xiangxiang and cherish jade, if someone accidentally hurts her, don't blame me." Zuo Yan said, the hand holding Wen Xiaoai's neck made a slight effort.

"Zuo Yan, you dare to hurt her!" Nie Jiuque flew over, the blood-stained long sword in his hand pointing straight at Zuo Yan.

"What am I afraid of? A thousand years ago, you followed Ying's death, but I did my best, kill her again, why be afraid? ”

Zuo Yan had the posture of a victor, arrogantly looking at Nie Jiuque, who was covered in injuries and blood.

After a thousand years, the taste of trampling Nie Jiuque under his feet again really excites him more than drugs.

"Don't you just want the position of the Demon Venerable, I'll give it to you, and you give her back to me."

"Nie Jiuque! Whom do you give disgusting? Zuo Yan's expression instantly became hideous and terrifying.

"Yes, I want the position of the Demon Venerable, but when you Nie Jiuque said it, I disdained it. What you don't want Nie Jiuque is, in my Zuo Yan's eyes, also rubbish! ”

"What the hell do you want?!"

Zuo Yan couldn't help laughing, calmly and suppressing his excitement, and said, "Kneel." ”