It was only then that she truly felt the terrifying power of the void. The immense force enveloped her, squeezing, pulling, and twisting her. Even if she hadn't been injured, she wouldn't have been able to withstand it for much longer. Perhaps before long, she would have been crushed into a meat pie, then twisted into a dough twist, or even torn into noodles... Why was it all food? Could it be the influence of those two foodies, Qu Shanling and Ye Yanran?
Mu Hanyan suddenly admired herself for being able to think of such a joke at a time like this.
Beside her, Ye Lanxuan's injuries were even more serious than hers. It was no wonder. He had endured at least 70% of the power of the Holy Lord's sword just now, so naturally his injuries were more serious.
The two looked into each other's eyes and clasped their hands together again.
Suddenly, her body felt tight and a big hand grabbed Mu Hanyan's shoulder. When she turned her head, she saw Feng Qingyu's chubby round face.
"Luckily I'm not dead, otherwise I would have suffered such a huge loss in vain." Feng Qingyu said breathlessly. It took him a lot of effort to catch up with Mu Hanyan despite being seriously injured.
"Master!" Seeing the blood on Feng Qingyu's mouth and the scars all over his body, Mu Hanyan was grateful and moved, and called out softly.
"What did you say?" Feng Qingyu looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"Master." Mu Hanyan called again.
Feng Qingyu's greatest wish must be to accept him as his disciple. Mu Hanyan knows that he is doomed this time, so she will naturally fulfill his last wish.
"Hahahaha, now that you are willing to call me Master, I, Feng Qingyu, finally have a successor." Feng Qingyu laughed heartily, squinting his eyes. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and the happier he became.
Mu Hanyan felt a chill in her throat. "I only acknowledge you as my teacher, not my father. How can you be related to You Hou?" Seeing Feng Qingyu's narrowed eyes and his fat face, Mu Hanyan's mouth twitched a little. Even at this time, he still didn't behave properly. Should I say he was worthy of being Feng Qingyu?
The next moment, Mu Hanyan's teasing mood disappeared, and all that remained was worry. Because Feng Qingyu was laughing loudly and coughing up blood foam. His injuries were so serious that even his cultivation couldn't heal on his own, and even the pills he took had little effect. Naturally, he couldn't be so cowardly anymore.
"Since you are finally willing to take me as your master, it is worth it for me, Fatty Feng, to risk my life!" Feng Qingyu suddenly straightened his back and said with a resolute look on his face.
Then he suddenly made a hand gesture, and a protective aura enveloped Mu Hanyan and Ye Lanxun, and flew with them into the depths of the void.
Under the squeezing and pulling of the void power, the veins on his face were exposed and his eyes were bulging, and he became extremely ferocious because of the pain. On the contrary, Mu Hanyan and the other two were protected by the protective qi and no longer felt any pressure.
What is he doing? Mu Hanyan was shocked!
Soon, she understood that behind her, the Holy Lord was flying towards them.
Everything he did was to obtain the twelve inheritances, but without Mu Hanyan, even if all the other descendants of the guardian gods fell into his hands, he would not be able to succeed. How could he let Mu Hanyan go?
Although the sword attack that Mu Hanyan and Ye Lanxun had just launched together had aggravated his injuries, he still had the strength to fight again. At this moment, the Holy Lord was angry and annoyed, his hair and beard were all standing on end, and he seemed to be completely crazy.
Feng Qingyu was already seriously injured, and he was carrying Ye Lanxun and Mu Hanyan with him. How could he possibly be faster than the Holy Lord? He was getting closer and closer to him.
Seeing the Holy Lord getting closer and closer behind him, Feng Qingyu gritted his teeth and quickly made a series of hand gestures.
"Break, void!" With his light shout, invisible air currents appeared outside his body.
If the void before was like a sea with surging waves and undercurrents, then with these air currents swirling, the sea was like a huge meteorite falling, causing huge waves.
A black hole vortex with a diameter of about ten feet also appeared in front of them.
"Go!" Feng Qingyu shouted and pushed Mu Hanyan and the other person into the vortex.
He turned around and rushed towards the Holy Lord.
With his current injuries, he didn't even have the chance to die together with the Holy Lord. He was simply seeking death. But he had no choice. Even such a black hole vortex might not be able to stop the Holy Lord. His cultivation was too terrifying.
The only thing he could do was to delay a little longer. Every moment of delay would give Mu Hanyan a better chance to escape.
"Master!" Seeing Feng Qingyu's slightly hunched back due to serious injuries, yet so resolute and tragic, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Looking for death!" The Holy Lord was completely enraged. The ancient sword, with endless anger and all his strength, chopped down towards Feng Qingyu.
"Be careful!" Mu Hanyan exclaimed.
Unexpectedly, the Holy Lord could still unleash such sword power. This was simply not something Feng Qingyu, who was seriously injured, could withstand. If he allowed this sword to strike him, he would surely die.
But at this time, Mu Hanyan and Ye Lanxun were more seriously injured, and were pushed into the vortex of the black hole by Feng Qingyu. They were powerless to help.
At this moment, countless sword beams flew towards the Holy Lord. Among them, there were at least six or seven sword masters with full strength attacks. Maybe it seemed like nothing before, but at this moment, it seemed so powerful.
Turning her head suddenly, Mu Hanyan saw that outside the crack in the cemetery's barrier, Shao Chengxiong, Tan Tai Changqing, Wei Xiaotian, and Mu Hanfeng were holding long swords and maintaining the posture of attacking. Behind them, a group of Holy Court elites and descendants of the guardian of God also maintained the same posture.
They finally took action! Mu Hanyan knew that even now, Shao Chengxiong, Tan Tai Changqing, and Wei Xiaotian still refused to become enemies with the Holy Lord. The only reason they took action was because of herself and Ye Lanxun.
But that’s enough!
"Boom!" With the loud noise, the entire void began to boil.
Countless turbulent currents collided, entangled, and twisted with each other, as if the end of the world was coming.
Mu Hanyan only felt a darkness in front of her eyes, and then she was sucked into the vortex, and the black hole closed.
At the moment the black hole closed, she saw on the other side that Mu Hanfeng made another hand gesture to repair the crack in the barrier. Under the dual defense of the barrier and the dragon-shaped guardian, the cemetery floated into the depths of the void.
The Holy Lord tried his best, but was finally struck by the sword of everyone's combined strength, flying thousands of feet away and falling into the chaotic turbulence of the void, and could no longer be caught up.
Although Feng Qingyu dodged his fatal attack, he was still affected and drifted into the depths of the void like a lone boat!
"They will be fine, definitely not!" Mu Hanyan clenched her fists and thought hopefully.
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