Chapter 4390 Dying Struggle Is Still Useful (2)

Because there are not only three senior brothers, but also Qi Huang.

After motivating the [Xingchen Nirvana] who stayed in Chu Moli's body just now to keep him alive, Mu Yan sent his "corpse" into the Tianmoqin space.

And this scene, "Wen Zhe" is watching.

He raised his hand with only bones left, grabbed the other side of the Tianmoqin, and made a rough and unpleasant voice: "What's the point of such a dying struggle? Do you think that you can really save Chu Mo from my hands? Are you dead?"

The girl's peach blossom eyes became scattered due to extreme weakness and pain.

But her chapped and purple lips slowly lifted the corners of her lips, revealing a mocking smile.

"The dying, of course, makes sense."

"Guess, I know... the people in this entire mustard space... together, they are definitely not your opponents. Why... why... at all costs, delay... time?"

Gululu's red eyes froze, revealing a bit of astonishment.

In the next moment, the mustard space that had already begun to collapse was suddenly torn apart.

Two groups of huge energy fell from the sky, directly covering the bones "Wen Zhe".

The blue flame!

Dark vortex!

One up and down, at the same time, "Wen Zhe" was swallowed whole.

The worry and fear in Han Ye’s eyes instantly turned into ecstasy: “Your Majesty—!!”

Elder Minwei and the others also stopped fighting with the bones, and shouted out in ecstasy: "Demon Venerable—!!"

The wind is blowing, and the sea is stormy!

In the blink of an eye, the energy storm completely tore the mustard space of this biological level to shreds.

What appeared in front of everyone was a huge square of the Demon Imperial City that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

The foggy sky, the rich demonic energy that filled the air, really existed, standing in front of the Demon Palace.

In front of the Devil's Palace, there was "Wen Zhe" who had been completely melted into powder, and a piece of white paper that had been scorched beside him.

There are also two figures, one mysterious and one purple, beside the white paper.

The Emperor of the Extreme Region, Emperor Mingjue!

Demon Race Demon Lord Slaughter Heaven!

The crowd fell into a brief silence, and then broke out into earth-shattering cheers and cries.

The battle is over!

This time, it's really over.

At this moment, the conspiracy lore that took place in the mustard space Tianmei Hall finally came to an end.

Those who survived the near death, whether they were magic or spiritual, couldn't help sighing and sighing, and even couldn't help but burst into tears.

They survived, they really survived.

And almost no one noticed that a fluffy little yellow chicken rolled out from the hem of Di Mingjue's clothes.

Shaking his head, he flapped his little wings again, and looked around blankly: "Gee?"

It raised its small head and was about to ask Dad and Grandpa where this place was.

I saw my father and grandfather quickly disappear in place.

"Yan Yan-!!"

The two spoke in unison and stretched out their hands almost at the same time, wanting to hold Mu Yan in their arms.

Then, the situation froze.

Jun Shitian said angrily: "Let go!!"

Di Mingjue looked at the blood on Muyan's body and felt a colic in his heart.

Although he was unwilling, he still retracted his hand aggrieved.

Jun Shitian quickly recruited a demon doctor to treat Muyan, and at the same time poured demonic energy and divine power into his daughter's body.

The demon doctor carefully grabbed Mu Yan's hand and made a diagnosis.