Luo he clenches his teeth and throws dozens of Xuanyin spells again.

At the same time, he turned around and threw out a set of transmission talismans. He caught everyone's figure and said, "let's go."

"Dong!"

"Dong Dong."

One after another crash, accompanied by the wail of AI yo, one after another.

They rolled out of the array and fell to the ground.

A young man shouted angrily, "your feet are stepping on my face. Take them away."

"What's the matter. Why is this array so bumpy? "

"Poof." Luo He's face is pale and spits out blood. He looks down at some jade talismans that have turned into fragments. His face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

Mr. Zhuang reached out his hand to hold him, and said in a deep voice, "you should meditate immediately and recover as soon as possible."

Luo didn't talk to him much. At this time, his situation was very bad.

Continuous overdraft of Rune force makes his whole body reach a critical point.

If it doesn't recover, the talisman might be exhausted.

Zhuang Lao got up and looked at the crowd. Then he came to Mu Xiaoxue and nodded respectfully to her. "Miss, we need the help of master Muyang now."

Mu Xiaoxue was unable to speak or move, and her fingers curled up with difficulty.

Zhuang Lao nodded and said, "I'm offended." he reached out and took a blue crystal necklace from her neck.

With the bright light of this space container, an old man with white hair, high raised cheekbones on both sides and a trace of Yin rush between his eyebrows and eyes came out.

"Master Mou." Old Zhuang arched his hand and said, "please arrange a defensive array here. Master Luo needs to recover."

The old man named Mou Yang just flipped his eyelids and said with a cool attitude, "even if I spend my time and arrange the next hidden defense array, I may not escape the other side's eyes."

"There are guardians in this secret place. The other party knows the topography and surrounding environment like the back of his hand."

"Do you think you old, weak, sick and disabled can escape?"

"Master Mou, don't forget that you swore to protect the young lady before you left the hall!"

"Hum." Mou Yang snorted coldly, "I just need to protect the safety of the young lady."

"You!" Old Zhuang was enraged by his lukewarm attitude.

"Master Mou!"

"All right." Mou Yang sneered and waved his hand. "In front of the young lady, I'll help you again."

He turned around and gave a gloomy look at many disciples in the shadow city.

The disciples were swept by his gloomy sight and could not help shivering secretly.

This old master has come out once or twice before. According to the younger martial sister, he is a great array master.

It's just that the eyes are sinister and terrifying. No one dares to look at the old man.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Mou Yang unkindly swept all the people in the audience, and suddenly he kept snapping his fingers. He saw only a few polished round crystal stones, which were rocked into the air by a strong force between his fingers.

A curtain of light came down and soon covered all the people present.

If someone was outside at this time, he would surely find that the breath of more than 100 people on the scene was all hidden in an instant.

Just like so many people, they were all submerged in the sea for a moment and disappeared.