The bloodshot eyes, the eyes full of resentment, and the magic seal on the forehead made the two disciples look straight.
In fact, they saw it at the first sight just now, but the situation was urgent and they did not respond in time.
Now
? Zhao Miaomiao went first with a demon-killing formation, and the two disciples who guarded the tower also played the formation without hesitation.
Fan Wuya gritted his teeth, pressed his lower lip tightly to resist everything with his own blood.
He has already used the most precious thing for a cultivator, blood essence.
This blood is mixed with his cultivation for so many years, and some of his cultivation will disappear every time he uses it.
He is risking his life!
Zhao Miaomiao looked at Fan Wuya who was struggling in front of Yunluo, and smiled coldly, the formation in his hand became faster and stronger.
Beads of sweat fell from Fan Wuya's face, part of his black hair was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin on his face was also changing.
"Stop." A majestic voice appeared in the air, and Fu Chen's figure suddenly appeared beside Zhao Miaomiao and the two disciples.
The disciple quickly stopped, and Zhao Miaomiao also stopped.
Fuchen frowned, staring at the black mark on Fan Wuya's forehead for a moment, hating iron for being weak, and said, "Fan Wuya, you are really capable!"
"MasterBrother, cough cough coughhelp" Fan Wuya shouted hoarsely.
His cultivation was almost exhausted, he had no strength in his whole body, and his chest was stuffy and painful.
"Save you? You are already possessed by demons. What are you saving? It's a dishonorable thing!" Fuchen said angrily, flicking his sleeves.
"It's her! It's all her!" Fan Wuya pointed at Zhao Miaomiao with trembling fingers, "She hurt me."
Only then did Fuchen look at Zhao Miaomiao standing aside, but his eyes unconsciously shifted to the lazy white cat on the ground.
The white cat stared at him displeasedly with its glazed eyes, yawned and turned to the side, pointing its butt at him.
Fuchen was stunned for a moment, his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled a little, and he just said to the two disciples, "Both of you push Fan Wuya and Yunluo back to the Demon Extinguishing Tower."
The two disciples took orders, stepped forward quickly, and easily pulled Fan Wuya and Yunluo away.
Fan Wuya was still roaring when he passed by, "Senior brother! You can't do this to me! Everything was done by Feng Qingyan! Senior brother!"
Fu Chen thought he was too loud, so he directly sealed Fan Wuya's mouth with a silence technique.
Yunluo was dragged back into the tower like a dead body, and locked in the original room again.
The two disciples hesitated for a while, not knowing where Fan Wuya should be locked up, so they simply threw them together first.
Anyway, aren't these two lovers? It shouldn't be a few days before this dying look, so let's show kindness and let them stay together.
After all, it is really embarrassing for a Shangxian to be reduced to such a state.
Fuchen waited for the two disciples to enter the pagoda, and immediately closed the pagoda door, looking at the white cat beside Feng Qingyan with burning eyes.
He coughed a few times, then suddenly bowed his hands and said to Xiaobai, "Is senior the white cat next to the ancestor?"
He has never seen the white cat next to his ancestor, but he only knows that it is definitely a civet.
This cat is a lot like that.
When Xiaobai heard this, his eyeballs rolled around, his cat's mouth opened slightly, and he said angrily, "No!"
He is indeed not, it was mother who stayed by his father's side before.
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