Chapter 4389 Dying Struggle Is Still Useful (1)

"Everyone blocked him and saw that there was no demon core burning on his body. As long as the demon core was burned out, the possession would end. We can also be saved!"

"Yes, we must protect everyone in Xiaoyaomen before the demon core is burned!"

"I swear to guard the Xiaoyaomen!!"

For a time, there was a situation of one person versus ten thousand people in the entire Tianmei Temple.

But "Wen Zhe" laughed out loud again.

There was no anger or surprise in that laughter, not even contempt and ridicule.

There is only indifference and indifference as if looking at ants.

He sighed softly and said, "It seems that you don't want to live anymore, so let's let the plan that was not completed because of Wen Zhe's stupidity continue as usual."

After saying this, Wen Zhe stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, countless bones began to transform into the entire space.

Many spiritual cultivators and demon cultivators didn't even have time to react, and they were scratched through their chests with a claws of the bones, and they fell down with horrified faces.

Mu Yan stopped playing the piano in her hand.

The pale little face slowly raised, and met the red rolling eyes.

"Wen Zhe"'s body penetrated layers of defenses in a flash, came to her, and looked down at her.

There were no waves in the peach blossom eyes, and the slender fingers stained with blood gently plucked the strings, making a long humming sound.

"Giggle..." "Wen Zhe" couldn't help laughing again, his eyes couldn't hide his admiration, "As expected, she is the woman that Di Mingjue likes, just this determination and mind is already worthy of The position of the hostess of the domain. It's a pity that women are women after all, indecisive and emotional. If they were obedient from the beginning, let me kill Chu Moli, and at least save the lives of others. "

Mu Yan looked at "Wen Zhe" for a moment, and said hoarsely: "Has the third senior brother already guessed your identity? That's why you want to kill him so eagerly?"

The red eyes suddenly darkened.

The next moment, Mu Yan felt that her neck was being strangled by the cold bone fingers, and her whole body was lifted up.

"Choo Choo Choo--!"

Little Phoenix Qiuqiu rushed over anxiously to save the pretty sister, but was slapped away by "Wen Zhe".

"Little Junior Sister——!!"

The people from Xiaoyaomen rushed over desperately.

But this time, "Wen Zhe" had long anticipated that he would not be caught off guard like when he was just attacked.

In front of the other five people in Xiaoyaomen, a white bone also appeared.

The bones were like puppets, with no self-consciousness and no crimson eyes.

But its strength far exceeds that of the Immortal King.

In the entire mustard seed space, Yingmei and Tianhe have already reached the realm of immortal kings or demon generals.

The other monks were suddenly faced with the dilemma of life and death.

...

After the obstacles were temporarily isolated, the red-blooded master of "Wen Zhe" fell back to Muyan.

I saw that the girl's clothes had already been dyed red with blood.

His face was as pale as when Chu Moli was strangled by his throat.

On the chapped lips, there was also a dark purple on the verge of death.

Wen Zhe couldn't help giggling.

This little Kagura musician has already run out of oil, and even if he doesn't do it himself, if he persists, he will completely exhaust his soul and die.

But even so, her hand was still holding on to the Tianmoqin, the strings cut her fingers, and she refused to let go.

Her divine sense firmly guarded the entrance of the Tianmoqin space.