Chapter 1297 Jun Moyan, the Baby Seems to Be Injured

Only the heavenly realm, and the demon realm except the cat demon clan, stayed out of the matter and watched the battle from the sidelines.

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

The moment the Immortal Emperor saw Fen Yao, he knew that the Immortal Realm and the Soul-Suppressing Beast were bound to become enemies.

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

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

In the shadow of swords and swords, Wen Xiaoai's pale face suddenly met Jun Moyan's red eyes.

"Little boy..."

In just a second of distraction, a cold light flashed, and he was hit hard by the sword in the back.

Blood spurted out, instantly staining his entire back.

"Jun Moyan..."

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

Enduring the pain, she wanted to break free from Zuo Yan's grip, but he grabbed her arm tightly.

The pain in her stomach made her almost unable to stand, she broke out in a cold sweat, and she was forced to stand by Zuo Yan's restraint.

Jun Moyan turned around and knocked the person who hurt him away with a palm, powerful spiritual power came out majesticly, and knocked out all the people who surrounded him.

Immediately, he flew up and broke away from the massacre.

With red eyes, he looked at Wen Xiaoai whose face was distorted in pain, and his murderous aura surged.

"Try if you dare to move." Zuo Yan pulled Wen Xiaoai away, and strangled her slender neck with one hand.

Jun Moyan took a step forward uncontrollably, his whole heart was hanging, and his chest was aching.

"Jun Moyan..." Wen Xiaoai called out to him in a crying voice.

This sound almost made Jun Moyan go berserk, but luckily he was still rational.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He said with difficulty.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Xiaoai asked him, holding back tears and pain.

"It doesn't hurt." He replied.

"Jun Moyan, the baby seems to be injured..." Wen Xiaoai was terrified by the pain in her stomach.

Tears finally flow down uncontrollably.

Usually the baby is very active, moving around in her stomach, but these two days he didn't move much, very quiet.

He must have been terrified and hurt.

Jun Moyan's psychological defense was defeated again, he almost lost his mind and yelled at Zuo Yan: "Let her go, I will give you whatever you want."

"Give it? Others will give me what Zuo Yan wants?" Zuo Yan was disdainful, full of complacency.

"You'd better not move around. I don't know how to be sympathetic to women. If you accidentally hurt her, don't blame me." Zuo Yan said, tightening his grip on Wen Xiaoai's neck.

"Zuo Yan, try to hurt her!" Nie Jiuque flew over, pointing the blood-stained sword straight at Zuo Yan.

"Why wouldn't I dare? Thousands of years ago you followed up with Shangying's death, I did my best, so why not be afraid to kill her again?"

Zuo Yan looked at Nie Jiuque, who was covered in wounds and blood, arrogantly, with the attitude of a winner.

After a thousand years, the feeling of having Nie Jiuque trampled under his feet again really excited him more than drugs.

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

"Nie Jiuque! Who are you sick of giving alms to?" Zuo Yan's expression instantly became horrifying.

"Yes, I want the position of Demon Lord, but when you Nie Jiuque said to give it, I didn't bother. Things that you Nie Jiuque didn't want, in my Zuo Yan's eyes, are also rubbish!"

"In the end what you want?!"

Zuo Yan couldn't help laughing out loud, he calmly suppressed his excitement, and said, "Kneel down."