There was a loud bang, and the boulder rolled down, overwhelming countless ancient trees, and the entire mountain was trembling.

Mochen stood still, thinking about the white-haired old woman who died alone, looking at the behemoth boulder blocking in front of him, and looking at the charming woman crying heartbreakingly, he seemed to realize that he was really wrong.

It's not the mistake between good and evil, but the three people in front of them, their dependence on the sect, and their expectations for the revival of the sect.

He realized that, as the white-haired old woman had said earlier, he really didn't understand......

The sky and earth were dark, the torrential rain was pouring down, and there was even a small amount of hail mixed in it, Mo Chen felt the cold rain, and then he came back to his senses, and roared at Xuanyuan Wenying: "Hurry up!"

But where did Xuanyuan listen to him, she carried Mu Yingying, who had fainted, knelt in front of the boulder, crying sorely, dry tears, and her face had no idea whether it was rain or tears, and she almost fainted.

Mo Chen strode forward and grabbed Mu Yingying.

Xuanyuan heard the cherry roar and pulled the ink dust: "What are you doing, give Yingying back to me!"

"See for yourself" Mo Chen shook off her hands, adjusted her direction, and leaned towards Xuanyuan Wenying, as far as the eye could see, she saw that the skin around the injured part of Mu Yingying's calf had become extremely black, and the green tendons on it were dense, and even continued to spread.

"There is poison on the sword!" Xuanyuan Wenying's face was full of shock, and he hadn't paid attention to Mu Yingying's situation before.

She wiped the rain and tears from her face, and in the blink of an eye, she adjusted her breathing, and she realized that she needed to calm down even more in such a critical situation.

She hurriedly took out a cyan pill from Nahuan and took it for Mu Yingying, and the effect of the medicine instantly spread, inhibiting the spread of the toxin.

"The toxicity is very strong, this detoxification pill can only play a role in suppression, and she needs to be sent to Qingcang City as soon as possible to ask a doctor to treat her. Xuanyuan said solemnly.

This scene made Mo Chen impressed, in this environment, being able to adjust her mentality so quickly, this charming woman's heart is really good.

"Let's go, we can't let your master's sacrifice be in vain!" Mo Chen said in a low voice, but this sentence touched Xuanyuan Wenying's sore spot again.

"Don't say that, the master won't die! you bastard!" tears welled up again, and Xuanyuan Wenying cried again.

The wind and rain between heaven and earth were fierce, thunder and thunder, and countless silver lights flashed behind the boulder, and the miserable howls, roars, and scolding were all in one.

Mo Chen looked at her, his whole body was already wet from the rainstorm, and he sighed: "If you don't leave, how can you be worthy of your master, how can you be worthy of Mu Yingying, how can you be worthy of the ancestor of your Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect......

But Xuanyuan Wenying seemed to have collapsed as if the last line of defense in his heart had collapsed, and he couldn't suppress his grief, and he was even weaker, sitting on the ground, crying constantly.

Mo Chen was helpless, and whispered to her: "I'm sorry ......"

Then, Xuanyuan Wenying only felt that someone was hit the neck, and he fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

Mo Chen pinned the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword to his waist, picked up Xuanyuan Wenying, picked up Mu Yingying again, and said again to the boulder behind him: "Goodbye......."

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Strong winds swept through the mountains and forests, and torrential rain poured down.

When Xuanyuan Wenying opened his eyes again, he found that he had a sharp pain in his neck, and he was being carried on his back, and the scenery beside him passed quickly, obviously he was no longer in the same place.

"Let go of me!" she struggled with the strength she had come from nowhere.

Mo Chen had no choice but to stop, put her down, and looked at her in a complicated way, although he was angry at the struggle just now, but more of it was Xuanyuan Wenying's pity.

"Why do you want to take me away, I'm going to accompany the master!" Xuanyuan Wen Ying scolded angrily.

Mo Chen put Mu Yingying under the giant tree on the side, sheltering from the rainstorm, and after getting up, he only stood in place, did not speak, and only quietly looked at Xuanyuan Wenying, but this calm was exchanged for greater grief

"Why don't you speak!Why don't you speak!What the hell is going on with the master!," Mochen was still punched in his chest by Xuanyuan Wenying, he knew she needed an outlet.

After a while, Xuanyuan Wenying stopped her movements, her fists leaning on Mo Chen's body, her head hanging down, her wet hair covering her charming and beautiful face, her body was constantly trembling, as if she was in great pain.

She looked up, revealing a pale face, and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Mo Chen took a long breath and said slowly: "One hour......"

At this moment, a huge gray shadow suddenly swept in front of him, and the already gloomy sky became even more gray, and Mochen and Xuanyuan Wenying raised their heads together.

I saw a huge golden snake with a body comparable to a mountain, as if it was several miles long, slashing through the sky and planting straight towards the ground in front of them.

"That's ......," Mochen muttered as he looked up in confusion.

"It's a dragon!" Xuanyuan exclaimed.

The dragon seemed to be very weak, its height getting lower and lower, and at last it almost brushed against the top of their heads, bringing up a few streaks of cold water across them, and they felt the air around them condense.

But the next moment, an earth-shattering loud noise came out, and the dragon's head crashed straight into the mountains and canyons on the side.

The ground shook violently, and the sky was still pouring rain, and the ground was slippery, and the two of them were almost unstable.

After trying to adjust his body, Mo Chen looked ahead, countless gravel fell from the top of the mountain, and the smoke and dust stirred up were lost in the mountains and forests, but in an instant, they were washed away by the violent storm.

When his vision became clear again, Mo Chen's heart tightened, and he was extremely shocked by what he saw in front of him.

This was the first time he had seen such a behemoth in his life, and Xuanyuan Wenying beside him was also stunned.

"Is this really a dragon?" Mo Chen asked in a low voice again as he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"It should be...... I haven't seen it either, but I've always heard the master talk about the appearance of dragons, and that's how it should be. Xuanyuan Wenying's expression was a little shocked, and a little confused.

At this time, the golden dragon suddenly rolled painfully on the ground, and the dragon's horns had hit the mountainside before, and had broken into several pieces, scattered on the surrounding ground.

Gradually, it calmed down, and the dragon's body moved by the giant mountain slowly rose and fell, like a breath before death.

The two of them slowly walked to the dragon's head, looking at the huge head carefully.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Wenying exclaimed, startling Mochen, Mochen just wanted to scold, but found that Xuanyuan Wenying's eyes were a little weird.

He followed his gaze, only to find that the dragon had a half-human body in its mouth, long red hair, a frightened face, a half-torn blood-red robe, and a pattern of severed limbs faintly visible on its chest.

"River of Blood!"