“Since you are determined to betray the Dabei Temple, and since you want to die with this demon girl, then I will fulfill you!”
After speaking, the Bodhidharma pestle in his hand was slowly raised.
At this moment, however, the roof, which was already dilapidated, suddenly collapsed.
A dozen figures jumped down from above.
“Master, what happened?”
“The bald donkey of Dabei Temple, **** it, you **** dare to come, do you want to kill the master?”
Shanhui’s Bodhidharma pestle was held up in the air, and his face became extremely ugly.
Even the kindness, who has always been calm and calm, frowned slightly.
Luo Yunxiao pushed Ci En away with a sword and returned to Muyan and the others.
My eyes wandered over Mu Yan and Leng Yumo, but they didn’t even look at the little monk lying in a pool of blood: “Are you injured?”
Mu Yan and Leng Yumo hurriedly shook their heads, “Little Shishu, how about you?”
Luo Yunxiao didn’t answer, but looked at Fen Tian’s people.
Dark Night One, Dark Night Three, Dark Night Seven, Dark Night Eight, Dark Night Eleven, Dark Night Twelve.
Basically, everyone who Fen Tian was stationed in the Nether Realm came over.
Especially, there is also a master at the level of Immortal Venerable Dark Yeyi.
All of a sudden, the tide took a huge turn.
Shanhui’s hand holding the Dharma pestle trembled violently, her eyes full of unwillingness and anger.
Originally, Uncle Ci En and Luo Yunxiao, the big devil, could have a draw.
The only ones left were Li Weiran, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and two little girls at the level of Xuanxian.
Shanhui alone is more than enough to deal with them.
But what about now?
Dark night alone, Shanhui may not be able to deal with it.
This assassination is destined to end in failure.
Although unwilling, Shanhui still turned her head to look at Ci En for help.
Cien frowned, his eyes swept over the unconscious Li Weiran, and the killing intent in his eyes flashed away.
“Take Jingyuan, let’s go first.”
Shanhui nodded and was about to drag Jingyuan up.
I heard Luo Yunxiao sneer faintly, “Do you think that in my Demon Sealing Palace, you enter and retreat whenever you want?”
As soon as the voice fell, twelve long swords had already taken off.
Form a circle around kindness and kindness.
The twelve long swords vibrated, and dazzling red light emanated from the long swords, gradually blending, forming a circular barrier without the slightest flaw.
A handsome man with silver hair and **** eyes floats in the air.
Moonlight-like hair flutters in the breeze.
Showing the face that can make every woman in the world go crazy.
However, at this moment, in Shanhui’s eyes, this face is even more terrifying than the devil.
His hand holding the Dharma pestle trembled violently.
The injury that had been suppressed by [Nine Turning Du Erdan] before seemed to start to recur at this moment.
The mood of the people in Fentian was completely different from Shanhui. Their faces were full of excitement and admiration. Looking at the man floating in the air, they wanted to kneel down and worship.
This is their master.
This is the real king of Burning Heaven, who has merged with the world-annihilating half-soul.
Luo Yunxiao glanced at Dark Night and said lightly, “Protect them.”
The next moment, the rotation speed of the twelve long swords suddenly increased.
The stone pillars of the surrounding houses let out a painful whimper and collapsed.
And Muyan and the others also suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the blood in their bodies surged, as if a huge force was pressing on their heads, making their internal organs seem to burst open.
In the void, Luo Yunxiao saw the pale faces of Mu Yan and Leng Yumo, and looked at Dark Night with icy eyes.