My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Mu Hualong lowered his eyes coldly, smiled while holding the Magic Dragon Spear on his back.

"Give you two choices."

"Either surrender obediently or watch your family go to hell!"

Wang Xiaoke frowned and hesitated for a moment.

This guy is extremely cunning, he doesn't dare to gamble with his sister's life.

The Golden Crow flew into his brows, and he glanced at Mu Hualong indifferently.

"Let my sister go, and Shen Ting will still have a chance to survive."

"You only have one chance. It depends on whether you know how to cherish it."

There was a ferocity flashing in Mu Hualong's eyes, and he raised the Demon Dragon Spear and threw it fiercely.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

Wang Xiaoke wanted to stop it, but heard a cold voice.

"If you dare to fight back, I will kill those six women immediately."

This threatening remark still disturbed his mind.

As the spear approached, he held up a protective spiritual shield.

"Pfft!"

The tip of the gun carried endless killing power, piercing through the spiritual shield and stabbing straight into the chest.

The golden armor protecting his body shattered instantly, and the Demon Dragon Spear pierced through his body, leaving a horrible bloody hole.

Blood continued to gush out of the wound, soon soaking the clothes.

Wang Xiaoke's pupils shrank and his face lost some color.

My chest felt like it was on fire and there were waves of stabbing pain.

"Hiss... despicable!"

He swallowed a healing pill, fortunately it didn't hit any vital parts.

For a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, this injury is nothing.

But the magic dragon spear was wrapped in demonic energy and was constantly corroding his lungs.

"Hahaha, so what if you are as talented as a demon?"

Mu Hualong laughed heartily, and the previous pressure disappeared.

Lu Ning curled his lips and suppressed the fear in his heart.

Even if this monster is extremely powerful, he has something on him.

Aren't you just at the mercy of others?

Everyone in the Divine Court was so excited that they couldn't help but talk about it.

"Your Excellency is indeed wise. We don't have to worry anymore."

"Hey, that kid still has concerns, how can we break the impasse?"

They were frightened just now, but Wang Xiaoke's strength was so terrifying that the four strongest people couldn't even raise their heads.

If the Lord were to be defeated, the Divine Court might really be destroyed by him.

No one expected the reversal to come so quickly.

Mu Hualong smiled playfully, and his Nascent Soul cultivation swept out.

"If we use our full strength, we might really be defeated by you."

"It's a pity that you, a genius of your generation, are bound by family ties..."

Lu Ning shook his head and sighed, it was so ridiculous and pathetic.

Old monsters like them have long lost any concerns in the secular world.

Sometimes, feelings can only be a burden.

Mu Hualong looked at him and used his killing moves at the same time.

Under the threat, Wang Xiaoke could only defend passively.

The magic spear roared, and a magic dragon rushed forward, attacking Wang Xiaoke.

Wang Xiaoke drew his sword and was about to kill, but suddenly a huge seal appeared in the air and bound him tightly.

The Qingmu Xuanding rotated at high speed, as if a huge mountain collapsed and fell.

Faced with the attack from three sides, Wang Xiaoke felt helpless.

At this time, Feng Ling came to the shore and looked at the battle situation in the air.

She frowned slightly: "Why does he only defend and not attack?"

Long Ze glanced at Feng Ling and explained the reason to her.

"His family is in our hands, so naturally we have some concerns."

Feng Ling's eyes lit up, and she jumped up and looked at Mu Hualong.

"Sir, the dungeon has been breached and a mysterious person has killed the guards."

"When I arrived, the six daughters of the Wang family had already fled."

Everyone was shocked. Someone actually robbed the Divine Court Prison?

Mu Hualong was stunned for a moment and sensed a sense of crisis.

"not good!"

The evil dragon was beheaded by a sword, and the huge bronze tripod collided with the seal.

The two magic weapons carried infinite power, shaking the void to pieces.

Wang Xiaoke appeared again, with only a piercing chill in his eyes.

As the sword came out, the sword light was dozens of feet long and swept towards Mu Hualong.

boom!

He hurriedly raised his gun to resist, but was pushed back a hundred meters.

Lu Ning looked shocked; he didn't expect him to attack suddenly.

"Damn it!" Mu Hualong said with a ferocious expression, suppressing his anger.

"Who did it?"

Could it be that old man Wu Tu sneaked into the dungeon when he was not paying attention?

Wang Xiaoke's hair fluttered as he looked down at the two of them.

He glanced at Feng Ling, smiled knowingly, and said with a sidelong glance.

"Since my sister is not here, I won't be polite."

"Listening to the Wind Sword Technique, Seal the Demon!"

His momentum suddenly increased, and thousands of sword energies appeared behind him.

A sword came out.

The sword energy was like a torrential rain, falling all over the sky.

Mu Hualong raised his gun to block, and Lu Ning also used the tripod to resist.

"Ok?"

Wei Wuqing saw the rain of swords falling and heading straight towards them.

"No, get back!"

Everyone was terrified and retreated.

The sword rain was extremely sharp, and blood splattered like flowers.

There were constant roars, screams, and exclamations, and dozens of people were killed in an instant.

They also didn't expect that Wang Xiaoke would suddenly attack them.

It's too cloudy.

I’m impressed by this guy!

When the sword energy dissipated, the shore was in ruins, a horrible sight.

Mu Hualong's teeth were creaking. If he continued like this, he would be defeated sooner or later.

He glanced at Feng Ling, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled.

"I can only rely on you."

The giant dark hand grasped Feng Ling and bound it tightly.

Mu Hualong clasped his hands together and yelled at Lu Ning.

"Brother Du, delay him for a moment. I will kill him later!"

Lu Ning nodded seriously and stood in front of Wang Xiaoke.

Mu Hualong sat cross-legged with a vortex appearing above his head.

Feng Ling looked up in surprise and was surrounded by a beam of purple light.

"Sir, what does this mean?"

Then she discovered with horror that the essence in her body was being drained away bit by bit, and her cultivation was gradually dissipating.

"I wanted to wait until the late Nascent Soul stage and use the Xuan Yang Body to break free from the shackles."

Mu Hualong's eyes were cold, without any emotion.

"But the plan was disrupted, so I had no choice but to sacrifice you in advance."

"When I break through to the late Nascent Soul stage, I will be able to kill him!"

Feng Ling was almost petrified, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Sacrifice?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a red streak at the corners of her eyes.

So... everything Wang Xiaoke said is true?

I just carefully selected and cultivated the cauldron.

Feng Ling's nails dug deep into his palms as he endured the pain of his marrow being extracted.

"Everything is fake. I'm just your pawn, right?"

Mu Hualong smiled faintly, no longer as calm as before.

"Sacrificing you can save the entire Divine Court."

The people below looked at each other, and suddenly someone agreed.

"Yes, it is an honor to die for you."

The Luanwei had been at odds with her for a long time and couldn't help but ridicule her.

"One person in exchange for the lives of a thousand people in my Divine Court. I think everyone will be grateful to you."

"After this battle, the life tablet will be placed in Changle Palace, and we will burn incense every day to commemorate him."

Long Ze shook his head slightly and sighed deeply.

The Blood Demon and other worshippers also had blank expressions on their faces.

Feng Ling looked at her former companions, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Mixed with deep disappointment, powerlessness and anger.

She is devoted to the organization, but the adults want to rob her of her life.

It's ridiculous and sad.

"I told you this a long time ago, do you believe it now?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled brightly, holding his sword and staring at the woman in the beam of light.

"As the saying goes, serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. It's no surprise that it has come to this."

"If you want to blame it, it's because you followed the wrong person."

Feng Ling looked at the young man in the distance and opened her mouth but said nothing.

Looking back to more than a hundred years ago, she was taken back to the Divine Palace by Mu Hualong.

With careful care and favoritism, she also treats adults as her relatives.

She tried her best to complete every task.

Even if he is captured and faces death, he will not betray the organization.

Now it seems like a joke.

"I'll ask you again, how about being my subordinate?"

A warm and clear voice reached Feng Ling's ears across thousands of meters.

"As long as you agree, I will take you..."

"Kill your way out of the Divine Palace!"

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