After receiving the instruction, Xiahou Ning'an's eyes moved slightly.
"Go to hell! Mo Qingluo!" His right hand flew up, and the silver lightning force flew toward Mo Qingluo at lightning speed.
There is a faint red glow in the silver light, which is inexplicably dark.
"Blood Soul Needle! Stop!" Shen Qi'an, who had been paying attention here, narrowed his pupils and flew towards Mo Qingluo's direction.
Mr. Mo, who heard the sound, obviously noticed the scene on the stage. He could no longer conceal the anger in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Xiahou Jiang in front of him, "Old man Xiahou!"
The blood soul needle is guided by the souls of thousands of people and is nourished by the blood of thousands of people. To ordinary people, it is no different from an ordinary silver needle, but to a spiritual master, it is fatal damage. Blood is the guide, sealing the soul!
Old man Xiahou wants to completely destroy Qingluo!
The young mentor finally stood up. The amusement in his eyes had already turned into a biting coldness. This Xiahou family was too arrogant.
Xia Houyu also opened his eyes in disbelief, but in the end he stayed where he was without moving.
Mo Qingluo raised his right hand slightly, and the fiery red spiritual power swept out like a flame. With the cyan spiritual power as an assist, his figure suddenly passed in front of Xiahou Ning'an like a ghost.
The silver needle penetrated the bone, but it was Xiahou Ning'an who fell.
Everyone was already stunned by the shocking changes in the scene. Didn't the Blood Soul Needle disappear from Tianyun Continent a long time ago? According to legend, no one can hide, so why was Xiahou Ning'an the last to fall?
Mo Qingluo looked calmly at Xiahou Ning'an, whose eyes gradually became dull. Her eyes were close to pure white. The coldness in her eyes did not diminish at all. She was not the Virgin. If she had been slower, she would be the one who fell now. Mo Qingluo, she always only adheres to her own principles. Anyone who bullies her will pay back a hundredfold!
Xiahou Ning'an asked for it!
"Ah... babbling..." Xiahou Ning'an kept waving his hands in place, as if he were a baby.
"Qing Luo, are you okay?" Shen Qi'an had just stood next to Mo Qing Luo, with worries in his clear eyes that had not yet dissipated.
"It's my little sister who's in trouble!" Xia Houyu's eyes were gloomy. He also turned over to the stage, caressed Xiahou Ning'an who was moving uneasily in the field, and turned to the two of them.
Shen Qi'an sneered, "Is it possible that only the Xiahou family's lives matter? Didn't you see what happened just now?"
However, Xia Houyu's eyes were still gloomy and he looked at Mo Qingluo intently, "If you can avoid it, why do you want to lead the silver needle to my little sister?"
Mo Qingluo couldn't help but chuckle, his tone full of sarcasm, "If I slap you, will you stretch your face over and let me slap you again? Or will you ask me if my hand hurts? Xia Houyu, you It’s really ridiculous, it’s because your Xiahou family wants my life, so it’s my fault to fight back?”
Xia Houyu hesitated and wanted to say something else, but was directly interrupted by Shen Qi'an.
"Xia Houyu, now is not the time for you to mess around here, is it?"
Xia Houyu's pupils narrowed, and he turned to look at the person in charge, only to see that Xia Houjian had been restrained, and no one from the Shen family or His Majesty the Emperor made a sound to stop him.
Even he didn't believe that the little sister's action just now was not his grandfather's order.
Because the refining of the Blood Soul Needle is too cruel, the Blood Soul Needle has long become a taboo in Tianyun Continent. Those who violate the rules will always be ostracized by everyone.
Even the Xiahou family, one of the three major families, is no exception.