Chapter 4692 Is a Trap (2)

She turned around abruptly, and saw that Li Hong appeared behind her at some point.

A pair of green eyes were looking at her for a moment.

Lin Shuang betrayed her!

Mu Yan was not at all surprised by this.

Miao An may have just become a god servant not long ago, and she still harbors the hatred and hope of normal people in her heart.

But after staying in such a place for a long time, even the strongest will be gradually brainwashed.

I am willing to be a dog, I just hope to live a little easier.

Why did she break in by an outsider, and no one from Jiuli went to search the room of the god attendant.

Because they firmly believe that no one can escape the temple.

I also know that most of the god attendants are obedient dogs, and they will not disobey the orders of Jiuli envoys at all.

Mu Yan's eyes fell behind Li Hong.

Lin Shuang was bowing his head, shrinking his thin and thin body.

Li Hong noticed her gaze, couldn't help but chuckled, suddenly raised his dry hand and grabbed it.

Grabbing Lin Shuang's hair, he dragged the man in front of him, "The dog I raised made you laugh. Of course it can't compare to you, but it's better than being obedient enough. Unlike the one my third brother raised, I still want to disobey the master. Guess what will happen to the god attendant who helped you? If I remember correctly, the little god attendant seems to be called Miao An, right?"

Lin Shuang's scalp was almost pulled down, and painful tears fell straight down.

But she didn't even dare to say a word, she just shrugged and shed tears silently.

The anger and killing intent in Mu Yan's heart were unprecedentedly strong.

The Seven Absolutes Sword slowly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Tsing Yi flicked, hunting sounded.

Sen Leng's evil spirit permeates the whole body.

Li Hong threw Lin Shuang away, and then walked towards Muyan step by step, "Last night you delayed my sacrificial offering, I don't know how I will compensate you today? Why don't you let me taste your blood first! "

"The Jiuli tribe is isolated from the world. Even if the monks from outside enter, they will be subjected to various spells. There is no way to appear in front of me. I haven't tasted the blood of monks for a long, long time."

Muyan sneered and said, "It's still unknown who put the blood of whom. Oh, that's not right, even if I cut your head off, it won't flow. Two drops of clean blood?"

Li Hong's eyes suddenly cooled down, "Little girl, do you think yesterday's trick can be played a second time in front of me? Little Xuanxian, if I hadn't been willing to play with you, do you think you would still play it? Can you stand here and talk to me?"

Muyan nodded and said slowly: "On spells, you are obviously not my opponent. It's just that the power of spells in my body is not enough, and I dare not fight with you, but you also dare not fight with me. "

"In terms of cultivation, Immortal Venerable is indeed very powerful, but I just suddenly figured it out. This temple cannot absorb much immortal power or spiritual power, right? Even divine power cannot be born out of thin air. In other words, in In this temple, your strength and mine have all been weakened to less than 90%. There are only less than 10% of the strength of the Immortal Venerable, at best, it is only a golden immortal. I have killed a lot of golden immortals in the virtual fairyland. Give it a try."

All the smiles on Li Hong's face were all restrained and clean, and the green eyes were oozing with coldness, and he said in a rough voice: "Little girl, it seems that you can't drop the coffin without seeing..."

Before he finished his threatening words, Mu Yan had already moved.