The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Muhan nodded slowly.

Yun Qianyue was about to fly away, Mo Ju's voice sounded, "Miss!" The word Qingyue was removed.

Yun Qianyue immediately paused, and saw Mo Ju taking Shen Zhao with one hand and holding back South Xinjiang Guojiu with one hand. The black blood ran out of the corner of South Xinjiang Guojiu's mouth. She was shocked and gave Shen Zhao a glance, seeing her intact , But her face was a little white, she was relieved and asked, "Is Uncle Guo injured?"

"Uncle, how are you?" Yun Muhan immediately stepped forward to take over the uncle of South Xinjiang.

Uncle Nanjiang shook his head and seemed to be speechless.

"Miss Chu, Uncle Guo has poisoned." Shen Zhao said weakly: "Originally, this poison was directed at me. Uncle Guo helped me block it."

"Can you understand the medicine?" Yun Qingyue asked.

"This is not a normal poison technique. There are corpses inside. There is no medicine to dissolve. It can only be sucked out. The uncle of the country gathered the poison technique around the periphery with the poly spirit technique, but it still couldn't stop the poison. I played with Ye Xiao. , The loss is too great, I can’t move the surgery in a short time, and I can’t help him. Now, only one person who understands the curse can practice the spirit-gathering technique to help the uncle to **** out the poison. Otherwise, he will invade the five countries and the uncle. No doubt will die." Shen Zhao said with a white face.

"Ju Lingshu is the secret of the royal family in southern Xinjiang, except for the two of you, only Ye Qian. But how can he be in Beijing now?" Yun Muhan's face immediately changed.

Yun Qingyue thought that although she would not gather spirits in southern Xinjiang, the spirits given to her by her mother also contained a method. She immediately said: "I can save him!"

Yun Muhan heard Yun Qianyue in surprise.

Mo Ju heard a white face, and immediately said: "Miss, the son told you not to spend too much magic."

"Human life is close to heaven! Besides, Uncle Guo is to save Shen Zhaocai's poison." Yun Qianyue waved his hand, waved Mo Ju, and said calmly: "I will not be ill, your son has prepared many good medicines for me, which cost Don't be afraid, you can come here after conditioning."

Mo Ju looked at South Xinjiang's uncle and wanted to say something.

"Mrs. Chu is best to save your uncle, so go back to the post now." Yun Muhan embraced South Xinjiang's uncle and left.

"It's too late, right here!" Yun Qianyue stopped Yun Muhan and said to him: "You put him flat on the ground."

Yun Muhan felt right when he heard the words, and immediately placed his uncle on the ground.

"You all back away." Yun Qianyue waved to Shen Zhao and others.

Mo Ju, Shen Zhao and Yun Muhan all retreated a little.

Yun Qianyue's hands were condensed with spiritual power. In an instant, her palms gathered two clouds of mist and stalks. The clouds were superimposed like petals one by one. The black qi on Uncle Xinjiang's body flew towards Yun Qianyue's palm, as thousands of black silk threads were pulled from his body, and they were sucked into the petals at the palm of her hand, and the cloud began to be a little black in the center of the petals. Dots, after a while, the black spots increase, and a little increase, becoming a black mist, dyeing the petals black.

Mo Ju stood nervously and looked aside, but his eyes did not dare to blink. It seemed that she would interrupt Yun Qiangyue as long as there was something wrong or unsupportable. Although the life of South Xinjiang's uncle is important, he does not seem to be as important as her life. Her life is the life of her son.

Shen Zhao also stared at Yun Qianyue momentarily, apparently the same as Mo Ju’s thoughts, as long as there was something wrong with Yun Qianyue, he immediately interrupted her, even if he couldn’t move the spell anymore, he had to work hard to replace it. She saved the uncle of southern Xinjiang.

Yun Muhan pursed his lips and saw no emotion on his face, and his eyes were dark.

Time passed by one minute and one second, Yun Qianyue's face began to look white.

"Miss Chu, you stop! I will take over." Shen Zhao was anxious.

"No, I'll be fine soon, I can persevere." Yun Qianyue glanced at Shen Zhao, and shook his head at him. Seeing Mo Ju seemed to step forward, he gave him a warning look.

Mo Ju had already stepped forward and retreated unwillingly. Although he obeyed his son, but for some reason, as long as Miss Qingyue decided, or if she only looked at him with a cool and calm look, he would involuntarily obey, suddenly frustrated in anxious worry.

After another moment, the last trace of black gas in Nanjiang Guo's body was sucked into the palm of her hand by Yun Qiangyue. She withdrew her hand and saw a large black mist in her hands, which had soaked her with petals stacked by the spirit mist. Black two thirds. She squinted her eyes, her lips squeezed tightly, and continued to mobilize spiritual power, slowly, slowly, contracted with the petals stacked by the spiritual fog, wrapping a mass of black mist, and instantly, the periphery ignited Flames, the dark mist burned in her palm.

Everyone looked at her palms with wide eyes, including the uncle of South Xinjiang who was rescued.

The periphery of the firelight was covered with a thin layer of crystal mist, although it was burning in her palm, it even looked extra beautiful. If it weren't for the squealing noise of the black mist, this scene would be exceptionally beautiful.

Not long after, Black Mist was completely burned in Yun Qianyue's palm, and she withdrew her hand, her body softened and fell to the ground.

"Miss Chu!" Shen Zhao was the closest to Yun Qianyue and helped her.

Shen Zhaogang helped Yun Qianyue, Mo Ju had stepped forward to push him away, and instead of supporting him, he asked anxiously, "Miss, how are you?"

Shen Zhao was pushed three feet away, barely standing still, watching Mo Ju holding Yun Qianyue, somewhat stunned.

Yun Qianyue shook his head, closed his eyes, and opened it again, some weakly said: "It's okay, but my head is dizzy. Take me back to the inn now."

Mo Juyi knew that Yun Qianyue spent too much spiritual power, and I am afraid that it was difficult to maintain the illusion. If she was delayed for a long time, her identity was exposed, and she immediately flew up to the inn with her.

Yun Muhan watched Mo Ju leave with Yun Qianyue flying away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. He withdrew his eyes and stepped up to lift the uncle of South Xinjiang lying on the ground, "Uncle, are you okay?"

Uncle Nanjiang stood up and shook his head at Yun Muhan, "It's alright!"

Yun Muhan relaxed with a sigh of relief, looked at the direction Yun Qingyue left, and asked, "Uncle, what kind of technique is this so amazing?"

Uncle Nanjiang’s face was unpredictable, looking in the direction of Yun Qianyue’s departure: “Like the legendary spirits of the spirit race two thousand years ago, only spirits can **** out such a powerful spell and burn the spell. Technique. Curse technique is the technique of witchcraft, and spiritism is the true technique of god. I thought there was no spiritism in this world. I didn’t expect to see it today."

"Spiritualism?" Yun Muhan looked at the uncle of South Xinjiang, "Is it the legendary technique of the Yun people two thousand years ago?"

"Hmm!" Uncle Nanjiang nodded.

Yun Muhan was a little surprised. After a moment, he recovered his expression and gave a breath: "Fortunately, Mrs. Chu is here, otherwise Ye Qian is not here. Uncle's life is worrying today."

"Yeah, I didn't expect this Ye Xiao to be so powerful, he learned all the venoming techniques of the royal family of South Xinjiang!" The uncle of South Xinjiang said a little angrily: "This person is not removed, it is a real disaster. Fortunately with me Shen Zhao went in time, otherwise, today, he would actually flood the Fenshui City with the water of the Fenshui River."

"Uncle, talk about the situation at that time." Yun Muhan's eyes turned sharp.

"When Shen Zhao and I went, he was performing surgery, drawing the water souls of the Fanshui River. I was not proficient in water surgery. Shen Zhao was applying surgery and I was protecting the law. He found us and even released poison. I blocked it for Shen Zhao, but he didn't have any good fruit to eat. The kid Shen Zhao had a hearty heart, and the water soul was felt by him. In turn, he relied on him to bite the old thing, and the old thing was hurt today. I got the news of the defeat and slipped away." Uncle Nanjiang said.

Yun Muhan nodded and looked at Shen Zhao.

I saw that Shen Zhao did not seem to listen to the two of them, but looked worriedly at the direction of Yun Qianyue's departure.

"Mrs. Chu is extraordinary. Today, Qin Yuning was identified as the young man who led the army, which disturbed the enemy and caused Qin Yuning to be wounded." Yun Muhan again told the uncle of southern Xinjiang.

"Since the person sent by Jing Shizi, it is naturally extraordinary." Uncle Nanjiang said.

"Uncle's body is unhealthy, let's reorganize the soldiers of the four cities in the east, the south, and the north! I will send Shen Zhao back to see if Madam Chu's spiritual power is severe." Yun Muhan said again.

"Well, you go!" Uncle Nanjiang nodded.

Yun Muhan came to Shen Zhao, stretched out his hands to clasp Shen Zhao's wrist, and took him flying down the city wall to Dengyun Tower.

"I didn't expect Miss Chu to be so powerful!" Shen Zhao lowered his head.

Yun Muhan glanced sideways at Shen Zhao and said lightly: "He is a man sent by Jing Shizi, and Jing Shizi has no incompetent people. Moreover, she is also the patriarch of the Red Pavilion, the top ten family Chu family. How many people can there be in such a woman, the wife of the house owner? How can you say that she is not so powerful?"

Shen Zhao pursed her lips and said nothing.

Yun Muhan didn't speak any more, but walked on the ridge of the house with his toes. The people who panicked on the street knew that they had driven away the enemy soldiers, and they all settled down. There was no sound of yelling and shouting earlier.

Came to Dengyunlou Inn, Yun Muhan took Shen Zhaopiao and fell.

Shen Zhaogang got a firm footing and flicked Yun Muhan to run upstairs. Yun Muhan glanced at Shen Zhao's hurried back, and slowly followed him upstairs.

The two came upstairs, at the door of Yun Qiangyue's room, Shen Zhao reached out and knocked, "Miss Chu!"

"Shen Zhao? I'm fine, you don't have to worry, you are tired, go back to your room and rest!" Yun Qianyue's voice came out, still a little weak, but it was much better than earlier.

"Are you okay?" Shen Zhao asked worriedly.

"It's alright, don't worry!" Yun Qianyue replied.

Shen Zhao couldn't push the door anymore, and looked back at Yun Muhan who came up.

Yun Muhan spoke slowly, "Mrs. Chu, thank you for saving your uncle, do you need me to get some good medicine to give you?"