Will the grievances between Dabei Temple, Fentian, and Xiaoyaomen end?
From the day Lu Xingyuan died, they have forged a **** feud, and there is no turning back.
Mu Yan felt sour in her heart, and reached out to hold Leng Yumo in her arms.
Suddenly, her eyes swept across the dark night three, seeing his strange expression, puzzled and unbelievable, and a look of hesitating to speak.
Mu Yan couldn’t help but ask: “What’s wrong?”
Dark Ye San opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head again, “It should be impossible. Miss Jun, it’s nothing, maybe I’m thinking too much.”
Mu Yan was waiting to ask again when he heard a loud bang from the sword formation.
The twelve natal swords that were originally connected to each other flew away and returned to Luo Yunxiao’s hands.
In the dilapidated and disfigured hall, Ci En was carrying Shan Hui who was covered in blood and whose hands and feet had disappeared.
Jing Yuan fell to the ground half-kneeling, looking at Ci En with a shocked expression: “Master, what are you doing?”
Ci En smiled and threw the Shanhui in her hands to the ground.
Only then did Mu Yan realize that Shanhui’s dantian had been abolished.
The whole body cultivation base is slowly dissipating, dying, and gradually dying.
After being thrown on the ground, his bloodshot eyes stared at the kindness, and he roared hoarsely, but he could only make a weak voice: “Why…why…what?”
Ci’en folded his hands together, softly recited “Amitabha”, and then said with a compassionate expression: “Sir-nephew Shanhui took the [Nine Turning Duerdan] and had only a few days left. The old man took the rest of his life. Make good use of his lifespan, and let him die in a proper place, isn’t it worth dying?”
Shanhui’s eyes widened suddenly, and her face was full of disbelief.
Compared to Shanhui and Jingyuan’s miserable embarrassment.
Ci’en still looks like a compassionate monk, and even the cassock on his body is spotless.
Luo Yunxiao’s eyes narrowed slightly, landed on the ground, and said coldly, “You are not a Buddhist practitioner, who are you?”
“Amitabha.” Ci’en smiled and said, “Lord Luo Shi, stop joking, the poor monk Ci’en has been practicing in the Dabei Temple for thousands of years. It’s not a Buddhist practice or anything.”
Mu Yan suddenly stepped forward and said lightly: “If I read correctly, you should have used a spell before! And it’s not an ordinary, low-level spell that can be driven by a black spell. Is that right, Master Charity?”
Ci’en’s eyes narrowed, his eyes fell on Muyan, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: “It seems that this time the demon slaughter operation can’t be successful. Jingyuan, let’s go!”
“Dead bald donkey, it’s not that easy to leave!!”
The people of Burning Heaven immediately rushed up after hearing the words.
However, Ci En just waved his hand lightly, and a majestic energy surged in, causing them to fly upside down and hit the pillar.
Ci’en’s eyes are full of contempt, “Luo Yunxiao didn’t leave my ability, it’s up to you?”
After he finished speaking, the cassock on his body rattled.
A golden **** seal appeared on the forehead.
The golden light emanating from the curse seal made everyone in Fentian let out a shrill scream and fell down one by one.
Golden flames rose from them for no reason, burning their bodies.
Ci En sneered: “Luo Yunxiao, if you want to kill Lao Na, let’s see how to save the lives of your subordinates from [Wan Zi Zhen Huo]!”
“Jing Yuan, what are you still doing, let’s go!”
Jing Yuan lowered his head, stood up slowly, and walked towards Ci En.