Three days later.
Mi Huai closed his cuffs with complicated patterns and glanced at the entrance of the alley next to the shade of a tree. His head was covered with black lines, and the burning gaze poked at his back. Who could not feel it?
He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and dropped his hand suddenly. Looking at the empty hand, his heart skipped a beat. The scepter that symbolized the high priest disappeared without a trace from that day on.
It's not that he didn't use secret methods to search, but the result was that he couldn't see the scepter in life and the "corpse" in death, which almost made him angry.
"High Priest, do those Yai people in prison want to be tortured and interrogated?" Mi Huai's cronies leaned into Mi Huai's ear and asked in a low voice.
Mi Huai glanced at him sideways, feeling a sense of frustration that he had never learned before. He knocked on his forehead. Mi Huai put his hands in his hands and walked forward: "What are you talking about? The Yai tribe and the Linzuo tribe have been at odds with each other for thousands of years. It's not easy. When a balance point is reached, do you want to go up the mountains and into the sea? How can the tribe withstand the torment? Although the holy tree is safe for the time being, no one can guarantee that in the future, you, please be more cautious!"
After a serious lesson, Mi Huai waved to his cronies and whispered in his ear: "Be kind to them. They are the best bargaining chips when negotiations are needed."
The confidant nodded, grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist, and said: "High Priest, I was negligent. I will take care of it now."
After watching his cronies leave, Mi Huai turned around and walked towards the holy tree.
The shadows cast by the group of people on the ground lengthened and merged together, following Mi Huai not far but not too close.
Mi Huai touched the body of the holy tree and muttered something. After a few moments, light shone on him. When the light gradually faded, Mi Huai's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Ji Meng threw away his disguise and circled around the holy tree. His voice rose eight degrees and finally broke: "No, where are the humans and demons? Where did they go?"
Glancing at the cloudy autumn sunset, Hua Weilan suddenly felt something bad. He quickly stepped forward and pushed out of the way Ji Meng, who was in the way. As soon as he put his hand on the body of the sacred tree, everything that had just happened entered his mind.
Hua Weilan's face changed slightly, she scratched her head and stumbled and said: "Master, we were discovered, he did it on purpose..."
"Did you disappear on purpose in front of us?" Qiu Wanluo squinted her eyes in danger and silently made a note in her heart, "Very good, there is a long way to go, and one day things will change."
"Master, he... didn't mean it." After receiving Qiu Wanluo's warning look, Hua Weilan suddenly fell silent, paused for two or three seconds, put on a flattering smile, and then said: "Master, I have a way. Don’t worry, so…”
"It depends."
"Okay." Hua Weilan was so determined to break the magic weapon's restrictions, but she didn't know that there was already a bloody storm inside.
The wind blew the sand and stones away, and Mi Huai was nailed to the peach tree by the evil wind. His hands and feet did not obey his orders. The fear that grew from his bones broke Mi Huai's inherent thinking.
Looking at Jiu Yao, who was fighting with a woman with red eyes, Mi Huai seemed to be sitting on a paper boat that was about to sink because it could not withstand the stormy waves.
Jiu Yao's bloodline is stronger than his, which is a possibility that Mihuai has never thought of. He has the bloodline of the ancient relics flowing in his body. Nowadays, almost no monster can surpass him, except...
There was a loud bang.
Purple thunder and lightning struck from the sky, igniting the peach trees, and the fragrant floral fragrance was mixed with the smell of burning, giving it a strange and harmonious feeling.
"Jiu Yao, stop."
Mi Huai's roar was so hoarse that it could not penetrate the wind and waves, nor could it wake up the demented Jiu Yao.
"Jiuyao, Shaojiu, wake up quickly."
Ning Ning dodged all the fatal attacks and stayed half a meter away from him, trying to wake up his lost consciousness, but there was no way.
Heaven testifies that it was not her fault.
Just as she was about to take a nap, Jiu Yao with red eyes suddenly appeared. Without saying a word, he waved a greeting to her face. If she hadn't been able to hide quickly, she might have been ruined.
Ning Ning patted her chest with lingering fear, barely holding back her rising anger, and swam under Jiu Yao's hand, saying patiently: "Jiu Yao, I give you two choices, one is to be woken up by me, the other is to be beaten by me. Beat him unconscious, your choice!"
With a "hoo" sound, the claw marks were deeply embedded into the ground, destroying several peach trees.
"Woqu, are you serious?"
Jiu Yao seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, and immediately stepped forward, staring at Ning Ning who had escaped nimbly, with a sneer on his lips.
"Stab it."
The cuffs were torn by the air waves, and bright red blood slowly seeped out. Ning Ning covered the bleeding wound, frowned and stopped walking, then kicked Jiu Yao, who was unwilling to give up, but accidentally kicked the ball empty.
Staring at Jiu Yao who was avoiding him, Ning Ning's heart felt as if it was scratched by a cat.
Ning Ning bandaged the wound simply and roughly, summoned Jian Twelve, held the sword flower and attacked Jiu Yao, trapping Jiu Yao in the sword moves with each move.
Just when she had the chance to knock out Jiu Yao, Hua Weilan and his team, who had broken the restriction, suddenly appeared and caught her attention. Unexpectedly, Jiu Yao counterattacked and punched Ning Ning hard in the abdomen, causing her to spurt out a stream of blood. The arrow drew a beautiful arc in the air. After falling to the ground, it rolled several times and stopped after hitting a tree root.
The bright red blood dripped down, blurring Ning Ning's vision. She held on to her weak hands and feet. After several attempts, she fell heavily to the ground and could not move.
"Good boy!"
"Zhuzi, don't hurt Xiao Ning."
"Master, let me help you."
"Get out of here, I'll bite you to death."
A familiar voice came to her ears, and her gradually out-of-focus pupils shrank slightly. Ning Ning smiled lightly, luckily, they are here.
Ning Ning, who fainted, was covered with peach blossoms, as if she were holding a grand flower funeral. The miserable little appearance grabbed her heart, ravaged it several times, and slowly put it back into her chest.
Several people worked together to round up the frantic Jiu Yao. When their eyes touched the familiar face, they were all stunned. Wu Jian and Mu Zhe, who were playing assistants, hurriedly stepped forward and yelled: "What are you doing? Why don't you come and help?"
I don't know how long it took, but several people were able to subdue Jiu Yao. They didn't have time to take a breath and saw Ning Ning lying among the petals. Autumn was setting, Ji Meng and Mo Bai let go, got up and walked towards Ning Ning.
Qiu Wanluo helped Ning Ning up, stuffed a spirit-filled elixir into her mouth, put her palm on her back, and used her divine power to guide the medicine to repair her body.
"Good boy." Ji Meng put his trembling hands on Ning Ning's pale face, feeling the pain in his heart.
Mo Bai was filled with tears and stared at the pale Ning Ning. His little mouth was pouted but he refused to shed tears, "Little Ning Ning, we are here."
Qiu Wanluo's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and a low and magnetic voice echoed in her ears: "Xiao Ning, as long as Master is here, nothing will happen to you."
"Little prince?"
The temptation sounded again with a voice of disbelief.
Hua Weilan's body stiffened and she buried her face in her armpits, completely ignoring Mi Huai's intentions.
