Jun Mo Ye and Mu Hanfeng, who were breaking through in other places, felt a pain in their chests.

Jun Moye stopped, covered his chest with his big hand, and twisted his eyebrows slightly.

The pain didn't go away.

There was a tingling pain.

Plausible......

Heartache.

"Moye, what's wrong?" Xuan Ming, who was walking in front, stopped, turned around and looked at Jun Moye's strange appearance, puzzled.

Jun Moye didn't speak, just covered his chest, trying to soothe the slightly aching heart.

However, to no avail.

The pain continues.

"Mo Ye, are you hurt?" Worry flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, they broke through the level together and came together.

He didn't even notice where he was hurt, and he didn't feel any pain in his body.

"Heartache......" The low and hoarse voice carried a hint of bewitchment, and even more dangerous.

Heartache......

His heart was aching.

Even though he tried to appease, he couldn't stop.

Listening to his words, Xuan Ming's face stiffened slightly, and then a touch of incomprehension flashed in his eyes.

Heart, why does it hurt?

No disease or disaster, no pain or itching.

Why is that?

Heartache, heart......

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't speak.

"Xiao Yue'er has an accident." Closing his eyes, Jun Moye slowly spit out these words.

The words were light, but Xuan Ming heard the coldness and worry in them, mixed with a hint of impatience.

When I opened my eyes, my purple eyes had become extremely cold.

His heartache will only arise because of Mu Hanyue.

His little moon ......

"This is the sixth floor." Xuan Ming's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Hua Wuxin and the Inquisitor both said that the three of them would only meet if they entered the tenth layer.

However, it does not include that any of the three of them will be in danger and will not be able to reach the tenth layer.

"Come out, I know you're here." has a nice voice, but the words spoken are extremely indifferent.

Xuan Ming was puzzled, but after thinking about it, he understood.

He's calling the Inquisitors.

"Go through the level, those things are not what you can care about now, you are only the sixth layer here." An ethereal voice rang out.

Sure enough, here he is.

"How is she?" Jun Moye didn't pay attention to his words and asked the person he cared about the most.

He just wanted to know how his little Yue'er was.

"It's normal to encounter danger and danger in the process."

"How is she?" Low and indifferent words, with a hint of majesty.

"Are you so sure I'm going to tell her about her?" He is the judge, and no one can persecute him.

"Don't make me repeat it a third time." The purple eyes suddenly turned cold, a little terrifying.

"Being swept into the Burning Sky Demon Domain, life and death are uncertain." The judge was stunned, and finally told Mu Hanyue's situation.

Hiss!

Xuan Ming was shocked, secretly screaming in his heart, and his purple-golden eyes were full of worry.

"What floor?" Jun Moye didn't make any moves, still asking.

It's just that this appearance, no matter how you look at it, looks like the calm before the storm.

"Five."

"You're trying to get her dead." The eyes looked to the left front, and the purple eyes were replaced by indifference, a few points colder than the 10,000-year-old cold river, cold and piercing, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Words are not questions, but affirmations.