Chapter 242 (1/2)

They have only one piece of Yu Lei soft armor. Now that Yu Lei soft armor has been damaged, how can they be forbidden by a thunder robbery that Yuan Ying friars can't resist!

Mu Tianhe is frightened. He looks at Yan Qingyang, who is running away, and at the thunder in the air. Suddenly, he bites his teeth and runs after him. He just catches up with Yan Qingyang after a few breath.

”What are you doing here? Let's go Yan Qingyang cried out.

Without saying a word, Mu Tianhe jumped on Yan Qingyang. A bright light appeared on him. At the same time, the lightning struck him.

The lightning surged, the smoke dispersed, and the whirlpool turned upside down. They were sent to Tianji secret mansion. Where they left, they fell to the ground.

”Cough, cough!” Yan Qingyang was the first to wake up. In fact, she didn't get hurt too much. Mu Tianhe didn't know what magic weapon he started, and led the thunder robbery to himself.

When Yan Qingyang woke up, the first thing he did was to look at Mu Tianhe. He was lying beside him. His face was as pale as paper, his clothes were in tatters, his thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and a trace of blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

”Elder martial brother Mu!” Yan Qingyang was flustered and cried out. She touched the pulse gate of Mu Tianhe and found that his breath was weak, and he was still weak. She was obviously dying.

Yan Qingyang's mind and spirit were in disorder. He grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into Mu Tianhe's mouth. However, where could he put them.

”Elder martial brother Mu!” Yan Qingyang yelled, tears dripping down.

Just now that thunder rob is clear to split to own, Mu Tianhe originally should be all right of, but, he but pounce on oneself, protected oneself, lead thunder all to his body.

He is saving himself with his life, one life for another, using his life for his own life.

Thunder robbery, which is hard to resist by Yuan Ying friars, how can a small foundation building friar in Mu Tianhe resist it!

Holding Mu Tianhe's hand, Yan Qingyang realized that Mu Tianhe's breath was getting weaker and weaker. He was flustered and at a loss. His tears were like beads falling off the thread, and they were all over his face. They were dripping on Mu Tianhe's face.

”Cough!” With a slight cough, Mu Tianhe slowly opened his eyes.

”Brother mu, are you awake?” Yan Qingyang was very happy.

Mu Tianhe's eyes opened slightly and said with difficulty: ”younger martial sister Yan, i... I can't live long!”

”How?” Yan Qingyang cried, ”aren't you omnipotent? How can you die? You won't! Elder martial brother mu, take the pill quickly