Chapter 1187
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Cloud evening cold smell speech, surprised to see cloud shallow moon.
Ink chrysanthemum smell speech face a white, immediately said: "miss can't, childe told you not to spend too much spirit."
"Life matters! What's more, uncle Guo is to save Shen Zhaocai's poison. " Yun Xiaoyue waved her hand and opened the ink chrysanthemum. She said calmly, "I'll be OK. Your childe has prepared many good medicines for me. I'm not afraid of the cost. You can come here after conditioning."
Mo Ju looked at her uncle in southern Xinjiang and wanted to say something. She felt that she couldn't save herself from dying. She could only live.
"It's better for Mrs. Chu to save her uncle. She'll go back to the post station now." Cloud dusk cold embrace the south of Xinjiang uncle will leave.
"It's too late. Here it is." Cloud shallow moon stopped the cloud evening cold, said to him: "you put him flat on the ground."
Cloud evening cold smell speech feel also right, immediately put the national uncle flat on the ground.
"You all step back." Yun Qianyue waved to Shen Zhao and others.
Mo Ju, Shen Zhao and Yun Twilight Han all retreated.
Yun Qianyue's hands gathered spiritual power. In an instant, two clouds of clouds were gathered on her palm. For a moment, the clouds were like petals of petals. She turned her wrist to make the two clouds aim at the uncle of Nanjiang. Soon, the black air from the uncle flew to the palm of yunqianyue's hand, like thousands of black silk threads pulled out from his body, and then sucked into the petals in her palm, At first, a little black spot appeared in the center of the petals. After a while, the black spots increased, and a little bit increased, forming a black fog, which dyed the middle of the petals black.
Mo Ju nervously stood by and looked at her. She did not dare to blink her eyes. It seemed that she was afraid that she would be interrupted as long as the cloud was slightly wrong or could not be supported. Although the life of the national uncle of Southern Xinjiang is important, it seems that his life is not as important as her life. Her life is the life of the young master.
Shen Zhao also stares at yunqianyue for a moment, which is obviously similar to Mo Ju's idea. As long as there is something wrong with Yun Qianyue, he immediately interrupts her. Even if he can't use the magic again, he will try his best to replace her to save the uncle of Southern Xinjiang.
Cloud evening cold pursed lips to look at, on the face can not see what mood, a pair of eyes son some dark surge.
Time passed, cloud light moon face began to some white.
"Miss Chu, stop! I'll take over. " Shen Zhao was a little anxious.
"No, it'll be fine soon. I can stick to it." Yunqianyue glances at Shen Zhao and shakes his head. Seeing that Mo Ju seems to be about to interrupt him, she gives him a warning look.
Ink chrysanthemum had already stepped forward and retreated reluctantly. Although he obeyed his orders, he could not help but listen to the decision made by Miss shallow moon, or if she looked at him with a cool and calm look, and suddenly he was frustrated in his anxiety.
After a while, the last trace of black air on her uncle was sucked into the palm of her hand by yunqianyue. She withdrew her hand and saw a big black mist on her hands, which had already blackened the petals she had stacked with spiritual fog. Her eyes narrowed, her lips closed tightly, and she continued to activate the spirit power. Slowly, slowly, the petals stacked with the spirit fog shrank and wrapped up a mass of black fog. In an instant, a fire broke out on the periphery, and the black fog burned in her palm.
Everyone looked at her palm with wide eyes, including the rescued uncle of Nanjiang.
The outside of the fire was covered with a thin layer of crystal water mist. Although it was burning in the palm of her hand, it looked extremely beautiful. If it had not been for the hissing explosion of the black fog, the scene would have been extraordinarily beautiful.
Not long after, the black fog in the cloud light moon palm all burned, she withdrew her hand, body a soft, to the ground.
"Miss Chu!" Shen Zhao is the closest to yunqianyue, and she is held by a hand.
Shen Zhaogang helped Yun Qianyue. Mo Ju had already moved forward and pushed him aside. Instead of him, she helped her. She asked in a quick voice, "how are you, miss?"
Shen Zhao was pushed out three Zhangs away, barely standing still, looking at the ink chrysanthemum holding the cloud shallow moon, a little stunned.
Yun Xiaoyue shook her head, closed her eyes, and then opened it. She was weak and said, "it's OK. It's just dizzy. Take me back to the inn now. "
Ink chrysanthemum will know that the cloud light moon consumes too much spiritual power, I am afraid it is difficult to maintain the illusion. If you delay, her identity will be exposed. She immediately takes her and flies to the inn.
Cloud Twilight cold looked at the ink chrysanthemum flying away with the cloud shallow moon, and in a flash disappeared. He took back his sight and went up to help his uncle in southern Xinjiang lying on the ground, "uncle, are you ok?"
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang stood up and shook his head to the cold cloud evening, "it's OK!"
The cloud evening cold breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the direction that the cloud shallow moon left, asked: "uncle, what kind of skill is this, unexpectedly so magical?"
On his face, the uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang looked at the direction of yunxiaoyue's departure and said: "it's like the spirit skill of the spirit clan two thousand years ago. Only with the spirit skill can we draw such a powerful spell and burn it. Sorcery is the art of sorcery, and spirituality is the real art of God. I thought there would be no more spiritualism in this world. I didn't expect to see it today. "
"Spirituality?" Cloud evening cold looking at the south of the country uncle, "is the legend of two thousand years ago cloud clan art?"
"Well!" The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded.Cloud evening cold some surprised, a moment later recovered, sent a airway: "fortunately there is Mrs. Chu, otherwise ye Qian is not here, today uncle's life is in danger."
"Yes, I didn't expect Ye Xiao to be so powerful that he learned all the evil skills of the royal family in southern Xinjiang!" The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang said angrily, "it's really a great disaster if you don't get rid of him. Fortunately, Shen Zhao and I went in time. Otherwise, he would have flooded Fenshui city with the water of Fenshui River. "
"Uncle, tell me about the situation." Cloud evening cold smell speech, eyes light show a fierce color.
"When I went with Shen Zhao, he was practicing martial arts and drawing out the water spirits of Fenshui River. I was not proficient in water art. Shen Zhao practiced and I protected the Dharma. He found us and even released poison skills. I blocked Shen Zhao, but he didn't get good fruits. Shen Zhao is a kind-hearted boy. The water spirit is felt by his heart, and in turn depends on him to eat the old thing, the old thing I was injured today. He got the news of the defeat and slipped away. " National uncle road in southern Xinjiang.
Cloud evening cold nods and looks at Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao didn't seem to listen to them. Instead, he looked anxiously at the direction of yunqianyue's departure.
"Madame Chu is extraordinary. Today, she identified Qin Yuning as the young general leading the army. She disturbed the enemy and wounded Qin Yuning." Cloud evening cold again to the south of the state uncle road.
"Since they are sent by Jing Shizi, they are not ordinary." National uncle road in southern Xinjiang.
"Since my uncle is in good health, let's straighten out the soldiers in the four cities, East, West, North and south! I'll send Shen Zhao back to see if Madame Chu's spiritual power is serious. " It's cold in the evening.
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Cloud evening cold smell speech, surprised to see cloud shallow moon.
Ink chrysanthemum smell speech face a white, immediately said: "miss can't, childe told you not to spend too much spirit."
"Life matters! What's more, uncle Guo is to save Shen Zhaocai's poison. " Yun Xiaoyue waved her hand and opened the ink chrysanthemum. She said calmly, "I'll be OK. Your childe has prepared many good medicines for me. I'm not afraid of the cost. You can come here after conditioning."
Mo Ju looked at her uncle in southern Xinjiang and wanted to say something. She felt that she couldn't save herself from dying. She could only live.
"It's better for Mrs. Chu to save her uncle. She'll go back to the post station now." Cloud dusk cold embrace the south of Xinjiang uncle will leave.
"It's too late. Here it is." Cloud shallow moon stopped the cloud evening cold, said to him: "you put him flat on the ground."
Cloud evening cold smell speech feel also right, immediately put the national uncle flat on the ground.
"You all step back." Yun Qianyue waved to Shen Zhao and others.
Mo Ju, Shen Zhao and Yun Twilight Han all retreated.
Yun Qianyue's hands gathered spiritual power. In an instant, two clouds of clouds were gathered on her palm. For a moment, the clouds were like petals of petals. She turned her wrist to make the two clouds aim at the uncle of Nanjiang. Soon, the black air from the uncle flew to the palm of yunqianyue's hand, like thousands of black silk threads pulled out from his body, and then sucked into the petals in her palm, At first, a little black spot appeared in the center of the petals. After a while, the black spots increased, and a little bit increased, forming a black fog, which dyed the middle of the petals black.
Mo Ju nervously stood by and looked at her. She did not dare to blink her eyes. It seemed that she was afraid that she would be interrupted as long as the cloud was slightly wrong or could not be supported. Although the life of the national uncle of Southern Xinjiang is important, it seems that his life is not as important as her life. Her life is the life of the young master.
Shen Zhao also stares at yunqianyue for a moment, which is obviously similar to Mo Ju's idea. As long as there is something wrong with Yun Qianyue, he immediately interrupts her. Even if he can't use the magic again, he will try his best to replace her to save the uncle of Southern Xinjiang.
Cloud evening cold pursed lips to look at, on the face can not see what mood, a pair of eyes son some dark surge.
Time passed, cloud light moon face began to some white.
"Miss Chu, stop! I'll take over. " Shen Zhao was a little anxious.
"No, it'll be fine soon. I can stick to it." Yunqianyue glances at Shen Zhao and shakes his head. Seeing that Mo Ju seems to be about to interrupt him, she gives him a warning look.
Ink chrysanthemum had already stepped forward and retreated reluctantly. Although he obeyed his orders, he could not help but listen to the decision made by Miss shallow moon, or if she looked at him with a cool and calm look, and suddenly he was frustrated in his anxiety.
After a while, the last trace of black air on her uncle was sucked into the palm of her hand by yunqianyue. She withdrew her hand and saw a big black mist on her hands, which had already blackened the petals she had stacked with spiritual fog. Her eyes narrowed, her lips closed tightly, and she continued to activate the spirit power. Slowly, slowly, the petals stacked with the spirit fog shrank and wrapped up a mass of black fog. In an instant, a fire broke out on the periphery, and the black fog burned in her palm.
Everyone looked at her palm with wide eyes, including the rescued uncle of Nanjiang.
The outside of the fire was covered with a thin layer of crystal water mist. Although it was burning in the palm of her hand, it looked extremely beautiful. If it had not been for the hissing explosion of the black fog, the scene would have been extraordinarily beautiful.
Not long after, the black fog in the cloud light moon palm all burned, she withdrew her hand, body a soft, to the ground.
"Miss Chu!" Shen Zhao is the closest to yunqianyue, and she is held by a hand.
Shen Zhaogang helped Yun Qianyue. Mo Ju had already moved forward and pushed him aside. Instead of him, she helped her. She asked in a quick voice, "how are you, miss?"
Shen Zhao was pushed out three Zhangs away, barely standing still, looking at the ink chrysanthemum holding the cloud shallow moon, a little stunned.
Yun Xiaoyue shook her head, closed her eyes, and then opened it. She was weak and said, "it's OK. It's just dizzy. Take me back to the inn now. "
Ink chrysanthemum will know that the cloud light moon consumes too much spiritual power, I am afraid it is difficult to maintain the illusion. If you delay, her identity will be exposed. She immediately takes her and flies to the inn.
Cloud Twilight cold looked at the ink chrysanthemum flying away with the cloud shallow moon, and in a flash disappeared. He took back his sight and went up to help his uncle in southern Xinjiang lying on the ground, "uncle, are you ok?"
The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang stood up and shook his head to the cold cloud evening, "it's OK!"
The cloud evening cold breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the direction that the cloud shallow moon left, asked: "uncle, what kind of skill is this, unexpectedly so magical?"
On his face, the uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang looked at the direction of yunxiaoyue's departure and said: "it's like the spirit skill of the spirit clan two thousand years ago. Only with the spirit skill can we draw such a powerful spell and burn it. Sorcery is the art of sorcery, and spirituality is the real art of God. I thought there would be no more spiritualism in this world. I didn't expect to see it today. "
"Spirituality?" Cloud evening cold looking at the south of the country uncle, "is the legend of two thousand years ago cloud clan art?"
"Well!" The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded.Cloud evening cold some surprised, a moment later recovered, sent a airway: "fortunately there is Mrs. Chu, otherwise ye Qian is not here, today uncle's life is in danger."
"Yes, I didn't expect Ye Xiao to be so powerful that he learned all the evil skills of the royal family in southern Xinjiang!" The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang said angrily, "it's really a great disaster if you don't get rid of him. Fortunately, Shen Zhao and I went in time. Otherwise, he would have flooded Fenshui city with the water of Fenshui River. "
"Uncle, tell me about the situation." Cloud evening cold smell speech, eyes light show a fierce color.
"When I went with Shen Zhao, he was practicing martial arts and drawing out the water spirits of Fenshui River. I was not proficient in water art. Shen Zhao practiced and I protected the Dharma. He found us and even released poison skills. I blocked Shen Zhao, but he didn't get good fruits. Shen Zhao is a kind-hearted boy. The water spirit is felt by his heart, and in turn depends on him to eat the old thing, the old thing I was injured today. He got the news of the defeat and slipped away. " National uncle road in southern Xinjiang.
Cloud evening cold nods and looks at Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao didn't seem to listen to them. Instead, he looked anxiously at the direction of yunqianyue's departure.
"Madame Chu is extraordinary. Today, she identified Qin Yuning as the young general leading the army. She disturbed the enemy and wounded Qin Yuning." Cloud evening cold again to the south of the state uncle road.
"Since they are sent by Jing Shizi, they are not ordinary." National uncle road in southern Xinjiang.
"Since my uncle is in good health, let's straighten out the soldiers in the four cities, East, West, North and south! I'll send Shen Zhao back to see if Madame Chu's spiritual power is serious. " It's cold in the evening.
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Cloud evening cold smell speech, surprised to see cloud shallow moon. Ink chrysanthemum smell speech face a white, immediately said: "miss can't, childe told you not to spend too much spirit." "Life matters! What's more, uncle Guo is to save Shen Zhaocai's poison. " Yun Xiaoyue waved her hand and opened the ink chrysanthemum. She said calmly, "I'll be OK. Your childe has prepared many good medicines for me. I'm not afraid of the cost. You can come here after conditioning." Mo Ju looked at her uncle in southern Xinjiang and wanted to say something. She felt that she couldn't save herself from dying. She could only live. "It's better for Mrs. Chu to save her uncle. She'll go back to the post station now." Cloud dusk cold embrace the south of Xinjiang uncle will leave. "It's too late. Here it is." Cloud shallow moon stopped the cloud evening cold, said to him: "you put him flat on the ground." Cloud evening cold smell speech feel also right, immediately put the national uncle flat on the ground. "You all step back." Yun Qianyue waved to Shen Zhao and others. Mo Ju, Shen Zhao and Yun Twilight Han all retreated. Yun Qianyue's hands gathered spiritual power. In an instant, two clouds of clouds were gathered on her palm. For a moment, the clouds were like petals of petals. She turned her wrist to make the two clouds aim at the uncle of Nanjiang. Soon, the black air from the uncle flew to the palm of yunqianyue's hand, like thousands of black silk threads pulled out from his body, and then sucked into the petals in her palm, At first, a little black spot appeared in the center of the petals. After a while, the black spots increased, and a little bit increased, forming a black fog, which dyed the middle of the petals black. Mo Ju nervously stood by and looked at her. She did not dare to blink her eyes. It seemed that she was afraid that she would be interrupted as long as the cloud was slightly wrong or could not be supported. Although the life of the national uncle of Southern Xinjiang is important, it seems that his life is not as important as her life. Her life is the life of the young master. Shen Zhao also stares at yunqianyue for a moment, which is obviously similar to Mo Ju's idea. As long as there is something wrong with Yun Qianyue, he immediately interrupts her. Even if he can't use the magic again, he will try his best to replace her to save the uncle of Southern Xinjiang. Cloud evening cold pursed lips to look at, on the face can not see what mood, a pair of eyes son some dark surge. Time passed, cloud light moon face began to some white. "Miss Chu, stop! I'll take over. " Shen Zhao was a little anxious. "No, it'll be fine soon. I can stick to it." Yunqianyue glances at Shen Zhao and shakes his head. Seeing that Mo Ju seems to be about to interrupt him, she gives him a warning look. Ink chrysanthemum had already stepped forward and retreated reluctantly. Although he obeyed his orders, he could not help but listen to the decision made by Miss shallow moon, or if she looked at him with a cool and calm look, and suddenly he was frustrated in his anxiety. After a while, the last trace of black air on her uncle was sucked into the palm of her hand by yunqianyue. She withdrew her hand and saw a big black mist on her hands, which had already blackened the petals she had stacked with spiritual fog. Her eyes narrowed, her lips closed tightly, and she continued to activate the spirit power. Slowly, slowly, the petals stacked with the spirit fog shrank and wrapped up a mass of black fog. In an instant, a fire broke out on the periphery, and the black fog burned in her palm. Everyone looked at her palm with wide eyes, including the rescued uncle of Nanjiang. The outside of the fire was covered with a thin layer of crystal water mist. Although it was burning in the palm of her hand, it looked extremely beautiful. If it had not been for the hissing explosion of the black fog, the scene would have been extraordinarily beautiful. Not long after, the black fog in the cloud light moon palm all burned, she withdrew her hand, body a soft, to the ground. "Miss Chu!" Shen Zhao is the closest to yunqianyue, and she is held by a hand. Shen Zhaogang helped Yun Qianyue. Mo Ju had already moved forward and pushed him aside. Instead of him, she helped her. She asked in a quick voice, "how are you, miss?" Shen Zhao was pushed out three Zhangs away, barely standing still, looking at the ink chrysanthemum holding the cloud shallow moon, a little stunned. Yun Xiaoyue shook her head, closed her eyes, and then opened it. She was weak and said, "it's OK. It's just dizzy. Take me back to the inn now. " Ink chrysanthemum will know that the cloud light moon consumes too much spiritual power, I am afraid it is difficult to maintain the illusion. If you delay, her identity will be exposed. She immediately takes her and flies to the inn. Cloud Twilight cold looked at the ink chrysanthemum flying away with the cloud shallow moon, and in a flash disappeared. He took back his sight and went up to help his uncle in southern Xinjiang lying on the ground, "uncle, are you ok?" The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang stood up and shook his head to the cold cloud evening, "it's OK!" The cloud evening cold breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the direction that the cloud shallow moon left, asked: "uncle, what kind of skill is this, unexpectedly so magical?" On his face, the uncle of the state of Southern Xinjiang looked at the direction of yunxiaoyue's departure and said: "it's like the spirit skill of the spirit clan two thousand years ago. Only with the spirit skill can we draw such a powerful spell and burn it. Sorcery is the art of sorcery, and spirituality is the real art of God. I thought there would be no more spiritualism in this world. I didn't expect to see it today. " "Spirituality?" Cloud evening cold looking at the south of the country uncle, "is the legend of two thousand years ago cloud clan art?" "Well!" The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded.Cloud evening cold some surprised, a moment later recovered, sent a airway: "fortunately there is Mrs. Chu, otherwise ye Qian is not here, today uncle's life is in danger." "Yes, I didn't expect Ye Xiao to be so powerful that he learned all the evil skills of the royal family in southern Xinjiang!" The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang said angrily, "it's really a great disaster if you don't get rid of him. Fortunately, Shen Zhao and I went in time. Otherwise, he would have flooded Fenshui city with the water of Fenshui River. " "Uncle, tell me about the situation." Cloud evening cold smell speech, eyes light show a fierce color. "When I went with Shen Zhao, he was practicing martial arts and drawing out the water spirits of Fenshui River. I was not proficient in water art. Shen Zhao practiced and I protected the Dharma. He found us and even released poison skills. I blocked Shen Zhao, but he didn't get good fruits. Shen Zhao is a kind-hearted boy. The water spirit is felt by his heart, and in turn depends on him to eat the old thing, the old thing I was injured today. He got the news of the defeat and slipped away. " National uncle road in southern Xinjiang. Cloud evening cold nods and looks at Shen Zhao. Shen Zhao didn't seem to listen to them. Instead, he looked anxiously at the direction of yunqianyue's departure. "Madame Chu is extraordinary. Today, she identified Qin Yuning as the young general leading the army. She disturbed the enemy and wounded Qin Yuning." Cloud evening cold again to the south of the state uncle road. "Since they are sent by Jing Shizi, they are not ordinary." National uncle road in southern Xinjiang. "Since my uncle is in good health, let's straighten out the soldiers in the four cities, East, West, North and south! I'll send Shen Zhao back to see if Madame Chu's spiritual power is serious. " It's cold in the evening. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
