"Witch, I'll kill you!"

Mo Li's blood-red eyes glared at Situ Junyi fiercely, but when he opened his mouth, Gong Xianxian was shocked. His words didn't seem to mean he was fighting Situ Junyi at all!

In a moment of shock, Gong Xianxian quickly helped Situ Junyi up and tried to escape, but it was still too late. Seeing that Mo Li's big palm was about to fall again, Gong Xianxian quickly summoned an ice wall and blocked it directly in front of Mo Li.

She resisted Mo Li's attack, but Situ Junyi, who was supporting her in her hand, raised his eyes and stared at Mo Li in front of him with disgust on his face.

"Give me your Xianxian."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Gong Xianxian's support was shaken away. Regardless of the injuries all over her body, she attacked Mo Li again. Only then did Gong Xianxian realize that they all seemed to be under an illusion.

In Situ Junyi's memory, he and Gong Xianxian came to the Wangfu Stone to pay homage. But just after they finished paying homage, Dai Yuejiao suddenly appeared and took Gong Xianxian hostage. Situ Junyi was anxious and just wanted to get out of Dai Yuejiao's hands.

Rescue Gong Xianxian.

Then she started to fight against Dai Yuejiao, but for some unknown reason, Dai Yuejiao's cultivation was much better than before, and she was no longer even her opponent!

However, how did he know that he was just under the illusion and the person fighting him was not Dai Yuejiao at all, but Mo Li.

The same was true in Mo Li's memory. The person he was dealing with was not Situ Junyi, but Dai Yuejiao, who had held Gong Xianxian hostage.

Only by killing Dai Yuejiao could he save Gong Xianxian. It was as if he could no longer control his emotions. His spiritual pressure continued to surge. He could no longer think about other things in his mind. The only belief was to kill him.

Only with Dai Yuejiao can Gong Xianxian be rescued.

Situ Junyi and Mo Li fought again, and the others, like Mo Li and Situ Junyi, completely lost all reason and could no longer control their soaring spiritual pressure. They would never kill the other party without killing them.

give up.

The battle between Nangong and Chonglou was even more fierce. Chonglou was already bloody and cruel after he became a demon. Now he has been possessed by an illusion. His demonic constitution has now activated all the rioting aura in his body. He holds a magic sword in his hand to fight against

Nangong's vigorous attacks, every move were extremely dangerous, leaving no way for Nangong to survive.

"Monster, give me my brother back."

Chonglou's blood-red eyes looked at Nangong, bloodthirsty and ferocious. The demonic barriers all over his body increased sharply. He stared at Nangong as if he was going to cut Nangong into pieces. The demonic sword burst out with blood-red sword energy, and the sword body brushed.

He seemed to be reveling in the battle.

The demonic sword is inherently demonic, and the more it kills, the more revelry it becomes. As long as there is the smell of blood as a sacrifice to feed it, it will become more ferocious.

Nangong was in a weak state under the pressure of Chonglou, but he was quite skilled in blocking. An ordinary person would not be able to withstand even one of Chonglou's moves from the demon queen, but Nangong fought him with bare hands like this.

It took a long time, but he only suffered two injuries on his right shoulder and lower abdomen.

"Let the palace master go quickly."

Nangong stared at Chonglou, blocking his magic sword again, but his eyes turned red for a while, and the spiritual pressure all over his body surged, as if he couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched out his right hand, and Fu Xiqin appeared out of thin air, and was held in his arms by both hands.

Here, he directly blocked Chonglou's magic sword and stroked the strings with both hands to make the music sound louder.

Gong Xianxian's icy blue eyes panicked, and she hurried forward to stop Nangong. If he really pushed Fu Xiqin, not only Chonglou who was fighting with him would be injured, but everyone present would be injured. He was now restless.

The spiritual pressure cannot control Fu Xiqin smoothly at all. Once it is activated, the casualties will definitely be heavy.

"Nangong, stop, please stop."

Gong Xianxian flew forward, wanting to snatch the Fuxi Qin from Nangong's hand, but the spiritual pressure all over Nangong's body was so frightening that she couldn't get close. Nangong put his hands on the strings and plucked the strings randomly, without any tune.

But the sound of Fu Xiqin pierced her ears, making Gong Xianxian feel uncomfortable all over her body, and her head hurt so much that she couldn't calm down.

"Nangong, stop."

Gong Xianxian stretched out her hand to hold her forehead, feeling a splitting headache. Zhonglou, Ye Ling and others were also bothered by the music and cried out in pain. There was no way. She was the only one who was awake now. Gong Xianxian no longer worried about getting close to Nangong.

She seemed to be hurt, so she forced herself close to him, turned into water, and directly wrapped the Fuxi Qin in his hand. When she reappeared in her true form, Fuxi Qin was already in her hand.

"How dare you, you evildoer, to snatch Fu Xiqin? I'll kill you if you don't!"

Nangong stared at Gong Xianxian, his blood-red eyes were bloodthirsty and cruel, as if he couldn't recognize the person in front of him as Gong Xianxian. In his eyes, the guy who took Fu Xiqin away from him was just Dai Yuejiao's subordinate, and his attacks were fierce and cruel.

Nangong flew away in the direction of Gong Xianxian, and with his palm came a burst of spiritual pressure that was so strong that Gong Xianxian could not resist it. Gong Xianxian ducked sideways, but although the palm did not fall on her body, it still more or less

It caused some considerable harm to her.

There was a slight pain in the abdomen. Looking at Nangong who was attacking again, Gong Xianxian panicked. She looked at the other people in the battle. Everyone was more or less injured, and everyone had varying degrees of pain all over their body.

The wounds and blood soaked his clothes, making him look miserable and ghostly.

I have never seen them fight with such ferocity before, constantly increasing their own spiritual pressure. If they continue like this, even if they are not killed by the opponent, they will be suffocated by their own spiritual pressure.

If this could not continue, Gong Xianxian put Fu Xiqin into the Qiankun bag, dodged Nangong's attack, flew in the air, pinched it with both hands, her ice blue eyes were full of rigor, and the cinnabar flower prints in her eyebrows sparkled.

Gong Xianxian made a move with her hands, and all the sea water in the East China Sea beside her formed countless shocking water columns.

Since they couldn't make a truce on their own, he could only freeze them all temporarily. At least this way, they would not hurt each other.

Gong Xianxian made another move with her hands, and the sea water swept in overwhelmingly, wrapping Situ Junyi and others in the center. Gong Xianxian frowned, made a seal with her hands on her chest, and silently chanted the formula,

Then he saw that the water that originally surrounded Situ Junyi and others turned into solid black ice at this moment, sealing everyone in the black ice.
Chapter completed!