At this moment, Muyan was evenly matched with two golden immortals from the Immortal Cultivation Continent.

At this moment, Muyan was even faster than Ling Yusheng, who had absolute domain space.

Wow——!!

Ouyang Xiangdong felt a tearing pain in his chest and abdomen.

The Qijue Sword slashed across his abdomen horizontally.

Immediately afterwards, the wound burst into flames.

The intense pain caused Ouyang Xiangdong to let out a shrill scream.

Muyan stopped, the sound of the piano stopped, and the burning of spiritual power from Bubu Shenglian also disappeared.

She panted slightly and looked a little pale.

With her current level of cultivation, [Bu Bu Bu Sheng Lotus] consumes too much of her spiritual power and vitality.

"Little junior sister, are you okay?"

Muyan did not answer, but gently plucked the strings and activated [Echo Sound] to replenish the spiritual power of the seven people.

But his eyes were constantly looking in Ouyang Xiangdong's direction.

The fire in Ouyang Xiangdong's abdomen became more and more intense, and slowly the skin on other parts of his body began to burn as well.

His screams became more and more shrill, and he clasped his hands on his face, as if he wanted to tear off his face.

Ouyang Qing's expression changed and he was about to rush over, "Father!"

Muyan Tianmoqin blocked his way and said, "Don't come close!"

Everyone in the Xiaoyao Sect and Ouyang Qing looked at Muyan in surprise, "Little Junior Sister, isn't he going to die?"

It was obvious from Ouyang Xiangdong's appearance that he was at the end of his rope and was dying.

But why does the junior sister's expression become more solemn?

Chu Moli said slowly: "He is not going to die, but he plans to abandon his skin."

"Jiejiejie...hahaha..."

A weird, creepy laugh came from Ouyang Xiangdong.

But the strange thing is that the voice is obviously not Ouyang Xiangdong's.

This voice is sometimes sharp, sometimes soft, sometimes powerful, sometimes hoarse, it's like several voices put together.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker.

Rich black energy surged out of Ouyang Xiangdong's body.

The originally warm weather in early summer now only made people feel bitingly cold.

The faces of the seven members of Xiaoyao Sect became extremely solemn, and they clenched the swords in their hands.

Almost at the same time, Ouyang Xiangdong slowly climbed up.

No! It was not Ouyang Xiangdong who got up at all.

Because Ouyang Xiangdong's "body" was covered with bruises and burn marks everywhere, and he was lying quietly on the ground.

But in front of them, a tall man with black energy lingering all over his body appeared.

The man's face is long and narrow, his nose is like a gutter, and his eyes are reddish-brown.

His expression seemed to be excitement and excitement, and he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

But the tongue was as slender as a snake's letter.

And his hands and feet were different from ordinary people, but looked like the black claws he had just seen.

"Father!" Ouyang Qing rushed over and helped Ouyang Xiangdong up. She was relieved when she found that he had just passed out and was still breathing.

Then, he looked at this strange demon with cold eyes, "Who are you? Why are you possessing my father?"

Before Ouyang Qing finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed and he quickly wanted to retreat.

However, the speed of this devil is so fast that ordinary people cannot even imagine it.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ouyang Qing, and a claw struck towards his face.
Chapter completed!