I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

Nangong Yunche didn't expect that there would be other people coming, but fearing that there would be more trouble, he prepared to activate the flying magic weapon and take Xingli away.

Mo Sheng had a surly smile at the corner of his mouth at this time, he looked at Nangong Yunche's hand on Xingli's arm, there was no smile in his eyes.

There is sullen color between the eyebrows and eyes.

It directly tore the boundary of the space, and arrived at the place where the Eighth Prince was in the blink of an eye.

The natal sword was placed on the eighth prince's neck.

Both Xi Yao and Liang Yin were dumbfounded, but they also understood Mo Sheng's intentions.

Xi Yao raised his hand to set a space restriction, and put the Eighth Prince and the people brought by the Eighth Prince in a five-six-square place.

Compression is continuously compressed, giving a feeling of depression and suffocation.

The people trapped inside are like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Liang Yin flew out the pills in his hand one by one, touched the acupuncture points of those people, and then controlled the pills with spiritual power to send them into the mouths of those people.

The tone was cold and sharp, "Poison that pierces the intestines."

Just five words shocked those people's hearts!

"Give her to me!"

Mo Sheng just wanted to use the Eighth Prince to blackmail Nangong Yunche.

Nangong Yunche never expected to be threatened so easily.

"Brother! Brother! Help me!"

The Eighth Prince felt that the weapon in Mo Sheng's hand was about to cut off his own neck, and he was so frightened that he died.

He could only ask Nangong Yunche for help.

"Brother, I am your only younger brother! Isn't it more important than a woman?"

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Sheng's mouth, yes, it seems that the Eighth Prince is quite upright.

"That's right~ Nangong Yunche, which one do you choose, brother or woman?"

Mo Sheng's tone was light and playful.

He looked at Xingli who was leaning against Nangong Yunche's arms, and his smile faded a little.

How ironic!The person he was chasing so hard is now leaning on someone else's arms, and is still controlled by Gu insects.

This made Mo Sheng feel that it is possible to get what he wants by any means.

Could it be that the method he used before was wrong, and if he was a little more despicable, would he be able to have Xingli?

......

Nangong Yunche turned around and left.

Threat?

He cannot be threatened!

No one can take away what he wants.

He directly embraced Xingli, and tightly locked Xingli in his arms.

The tone is tender and warm, "A Li, can you kiss me?"

Nangong Yunche was persuasive, as if he was giving orders to Xingli.

Seeing that she was out of control, Xingli raised her head and breathed out an orchid beside Nangong Yunche, "Okay."

Then, he gently placed a kiss on Nangong Yunche's side face.

Mo Sheng's hand couldn't help trembling, and cut the Eighth Prince's neck without paying attention.

hiss--

"Be careful! It's broken!"

The Eighth Prince's face was covered with bruises from Xi Yao's fist and kick, and Mo Sheng's knife stabbed his neck again.

Mo Sheng turned to the Eighth Prince with warning eyes, the kind of eyes that looked at the dead, successfully made the Eighth Prince shut up.

Nangong Yunche was slightly taken aback when he felt the feather-like touch falling down his cheeks.

He seemed to feel the feeling of happiness, that kind of sourness, as if his heart was filled in an instant.

Is it happiness?

The kind of happiness that can only be embraced by mother and praised by father when he was young.

He grabbed Xingli's hand and tightened his strength.

call out--

He has already made a choice, and it is impossible for Xingli to let go.

Mo Sheng saw that Nangong Yunche didn't care about the Eighth Prince's life and death, so he hurried to catch up.

Just push the eighth prince aside, and don't care about other things.

But for the cultivation base of Lishen stage, leaving is only a blink of an eye.

Mo Sheng paused for a moment, then slowed down.

The two had disappeared from the sight of those people.

Mo Sheng felt like a piece was missing in his heart.

"Ali!!"

Mo Sheng's mournful voice echoed in the air.

The fine black hair hangs down slightly on the young man's forehead, slightly disheveled, with a sense of laziness, exquisite and beautiful with an expression of grief, his back is straight, slender like bamboo, and the hair on his wrist The wound followed the knife in his hand, making the black long knife more and more coquettish.

Mo Sheng didn't know where to find Xingli.

Xing Li disappeared and was hit by a Gu worm. Now she feels that Nangong Yunche is the most important person to her.

She won't come back, and I won't see her again...

Mo Sheng's beautiful pair of grinding lips, and the condensed wound on her, looked more bright red and dazzling when she looked closely, and no one cared about whether her hands were hurt or not.

Xi Yao hurriedly tied the eighth prince up again with the fairy rope.

The eighth prince can't be allowed to run away again.

Otherwise, how would they find Xingli?

The immortal rope tied the Eighth Prince tightly.

He looked at the familiar Xiyao, and felt his face hurt even more, "Don't kick me! Let me tell you! My brother is definitely going to rescue soldiers, and he will definitely not want me. I am my brother's only real brother. !"

"How can this prince be beaten by a pariah like you!"

What Xi Yao heard was extremely unpleasant.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

He directly gave the eighth prince three big cowards.

"I've said it all, don't pretend in front of this deity!"

When Mo Sheng heard the commotion here, he closed his eyes in pain.

Immerse all your thoughts in your heart.

Stepping forward, "Where is Nangong Yunche's mansion?! Lead the way!"

"Impossible, you want me to betray my brother, impossible!"

The eighth prince howled loudly as if he had a lot of backbone.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Mo Sheng's mouth, "Don't you know how to compliment?"

"Okay~ kill it!"

"There are so many people in the royal family, someone will always know, this is not a hidden secret, right?"

What Mo Sheng said was specious, the Eighth Prince was terrified when he heard it.

Mo Sheng is really daring, his neck is still hurting now!

Xi Yao will not be soft-hearted, just now he treated Liang Yin like that, he is a dirty person in his heart, and he will die when he dies.

Xi Yao aimed directly at the Eighth Prince's heart and veins, ready to break them.

Golden fluctuations of spiritual power gathered in Xi Yao's hands.

Throw it out.

puff--

The eighth prince vomited blood from his mouth.

Even the eye sockets, nose, and ears were bleeding black blood.

It looked disgusting.

After the black blood flowed out slowly, the bugs gradually squirmed and crawled out.

Even more disgusting.

Mo Sheng glanced at the eighth prince who was about to die, "If you figure it out now~ how about I just leave you alone?"

The tone was indifferent, as if the life of the eighth prince was like an ant.

Mo Sheng narrowed his eyes, and didn't look at the Eighth Prince's reaction, but just played with Yu Jue in his hands.

Seeing that the jade was stained red by the blood on his wrist, he frantically wiped it with his handkerchief.

I'm afraid it will get any filth on it.

The Eighth Prince nodded quickly.

He felt that his veins were broken by Xi Yao.

It hurts even to breathe.