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C820 Special Envoy Yun Ming



C820 Special Envoy Yun Ming

They continued to wait on the island, and soon, another hour had passed.    

    

Suddenly, a person's shadow silently appeared between heaven and earth, heading straight for Molor Island.    

    

As if he saw Ning Xiaolei and the others sitting on the island, he was slightly surprised.    

    

Based on the circumstances, they should've been waiting for him in the underground palace.    

    

However, after realizing that Ning Xiaolei and Ao Xue'er only had a cultivation level of four, and Ancestor Xuehong and Tero were also present, the silhouette finally let out a sigh of relief and continued flying over.    

    

At this time, Ning Xiaolei and the rest also felt the commotion and opened their eyes.    

    

Ancestor Xuehong and Tero flew up and cupped their fists as they greeted, "Greetings Special Envoy Yun Ming."    

    

"Un, no formalities!"    

    

Yun Ming flew to the sky above the island and said calmly, "What happened to the Blood Fire Token?"    

    

While speaking, Yun Ming looked down at the damaged island and a hint of seriousness flashed across his eyes.    

    

More than half of Morrow Island had been destroyed and turned into a complete mess.    

    

Ancestor Xuehong knew that Yun Ming had noticed the abnormality, but he didn't care much about it. He said, "Special Envoy Yun Ming, we were attacked by a Qilin Demonic Beast. According to our subordinates, that was a Qilin demon spirit that appeared not long ago."    

    

"Qilin soul?"    

    

Hearing that, Yun Ming's eyes lit up. He knew about the Water Qilin King's Demon Soul.    

    

Those who entered the secret plane were not just people from the Molor Island, but other branches as well.    

    

He, the envoy, was aware of some of the details inside.    

    

However, he never expected to hear about that Qilin demon spirit here.    

    

"Where did that Qilin spirit go?"    

    

Yun Ming asked anxiously. If they were to capture another demon spirit, the reward would be quite high.    

    

The key thing he heard about was that along with the Qilin, there was also a horse shaped demon spirit and a bird-shaped demon spirit.    

    

In other words, he might be able to catch three demon spirits this time.    

    

Yun Ming got excited as he thought about the reward he would receive when he returned to the hall.    

    

"This …"    

    

Ancestor Xuehong looked like he wanted to say something, but he hesitated. He deliberately glanced at Ning Xiaolei and Ao Xue'er, and then slowly approached Yun Ming.    

    

Yun Ming didn't think too much about it. He thought it was Ancestor Xuehong who was afraid that his two subordinates would hear it.    

    

Just as Yun Ming let down his guard, Ancestor Xuehong and Tero suddenly appeared beside him and attacked.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

With a loud sound, Yun Ming was sent flying backwards while spitting out blood. He was then smashed into the sea below.    

    

"Damn it! Blood Red! Tero, what do you mean by this?"    

    

Yun Ming rushed out of the sea with a furious roar. His eyes were filled with killing intent.    

    

He had not expected that the two hall masters of the Molor Island branch would dare to lay their hands on him, the special envoy.    

    

He had suffered a heavy injury from that earlier strike. He was initially at the late-Eighth Layer, but now he wasn't sure if he could unleash that early Eighth Layer power.    

    

"Seize him, capture him alive!"    

    

At this moment, Ning Xiaolei flew into the air and shouted expressionlessly.    

    

Since Yun Ming came from the Bloodfire Hall Headquarters, he must know the location of the Bloodfire Hall Headquarters, so he cannot die.    

    

Hearing this, Ancestor Xuehong and Tero immediately flew out and attacked without any hesitation.    

    

"Insolent and bold, blood-red. Tero, have all of you gone mad? Why did you listen to that young man's words?"    

    

Yun Ming shouted in anger and quickly countered.    

    

He could not understand why the two Palace Masters of their Bloodfire Hall would listen to the words of a fourth level late stage practitioner.    

    

"When you surrender, we will tell you."    

    

Ancestor Xuehong sneered. His attacks were sharp and merciless.    

    

He really didn't want to try the feeling of his bones melting again.    

    

Furthermore, because of that incident, his entire body had lost weight. If he were to be refined a few more times, his bones would completely disappear and he would die.    

    


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