Chapter 4557 The Crisis of Mother and Son (3) (Seeking Votes)

The cold hands and feet didn't seem to belong to her.

Muyan swallowed the blood abruptly as she met Xiaobao's fearful and guilt gaze.

Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, there was a violent vibration under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored rays of light appeared one after another in the air, gradually converging into a large net.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Ao Changpeng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Jun Muyan, your mother and son's death is coming!"

The Great Barrier Formation of the Polar Region was finally triggered.

There was no panic on Mu Yan's face.

She had already held the piece of paper given by Chu Moli in her hand.

Almost at the moment when the blood-colored rays of light staggered, she pasted the piece of paper on the Tianmo Qin.

The sound of the piano curled, and the sound wall enveloped the two of them.

Clap clap clap-!

The next moment, the sword light as dense as pouring rain fell on the sound wall.

This sword light is not hundreds or thousands, but tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even hundreds, tens of millions.

Even though Mu Yan had already practiced thousands of times in Little Martial Uncle's [Slaughtering Blood Sword Array], she couldn't help but feel sick all over her body when she looked at the interlaced sword lights that could hardly see any gaps outside the sound wall. cold.

Because that sword light is not only dense, but also almost indestructible and terrifying.

Within the range shrouded by the sword net, whether it is grass, trees, stones or beasts, they are all cut into powder in the blink of an eye.

Ao Changpeng did not expect that Mu Yan could hold up the protective cover under such circumstances.

And this protective cover can actually block the attack of the forbidden area enchantment.

You know, even he is a high-level powerhouse of the Immortal King.

As long as you enter the forbidden area, even if you hold up the protective cover, the protective cover will be shattered in the blink of an eye.

Ao Changpeng frowned.

How can his plan come true if he has been hiding in the protective shield by the mother and son?

How can they kill these two?

Ao Changpeng sneered, took out a flute and began to play.

However, what the flute blows is not a beautiful sound, but a harsh noise.

Hearing this voice, Mu Yan felt a surge of qi and blood in her body, and the blood she had just swallowed was about to spurt out.

And it's Xiaobao who has a bigger reaction than her.

He let out a scream and fell to the ground, his small body curled up into a ball.

Bright red blood seeped from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

"Little Treasure! Little Treasure?!"

Muyan didn't care about the turbulent air waves in her body, she hugged Little Treasure and caught his pulse.

Xiaobao's body was surging like blood, but it was several times more serious than hers.

"Hehe, what that person said was right."

Ao Changpeng stopped playing the flute and smiled with satisfaction, "He said that the sound of the flute can make one's blood flow retrograde and go crazy. Big."

"Jun Muyan, your son is in the body of a fairy. If you continue to hear the sound of the flute, his fairy experience will burst inch by inch. Even if he doesn't die, he will still be in pain!"

"So you only have two choices now, either open the shield and you will be slashed to death together. Or, you can continue to hold on, and then watch your son explode and die in this shield, haha Ha ha!"

After speaking, Ao Changpeng put the flute to his mouth again.

The harsh sound made Xiaobao's body curl up even more painfully.

In just a few short breaths, Xiaobao's clothes were dyed red with blood.

On his chest, a cloud of black mist condensed and dissipated, as if he was swallowing something.