If there is still that ray of hope.
Then use her life in exchange!
Little monk, I'm sorry, I may not wait until you return to secular life to marry me.
boom!
The tumbling flames engulfed Lu Xingyuan.
However, no one would think that such an attack could kill an Immortal Venerable.
When the flames dissipated, everyone in Xiaoyaomen turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
I saw that Lu Xingyuan was already holding a Zen stick in his hand at some point.
One end of the Zen stick penetrated Leng Yumo's body.
Blood flowed down the cold Zen stick, tick, tick, like tears from the god of death.
"Fourth Senior Sister!!!"
"Bastard, I will fight with you!!!"
With a beast roar, the divine beast Bai Ze soared into the sky.
[Absolute Space Field] Explodes!
Layers of ice froze the ground, and also froze Lu Xingyuan's feet.
The huge [Wanjun Hammer] fell from the sky like a hill.
The Qijue Sword made a buzzing sound in the sunlight, reflecting a dazzling light.
At this moment, everyone in Xiaoyaomen was desperate.
Fight to the death, fight to the death!
However, in the face of absolute power, all the solemnity and determination seem so humble and ridiculous.
Immortal level powerhouse.
Even in Xiuxian Continent, it is the top existence.
And Lu Xingyuan is a disciple of Bodhidharma in the Great Compassion Temple, and he is even more powerful than Yin Wuji, the lord of the Nether Realm.
Just relying on their few fledgling little golden fairies, how can they compete.
This beach seems to have been stained with layer after layer of blood.
But this time the blood donation was particularly cold and bleak.
Lu Xingyuan stood in a pool of blood, folded his palms together, and softly recited "Amitabha".
It is very rare for the six golden immortals to last in his hands for such a long time.
Such talent is rare in the world.
Even compared to their brothers and sisters, they are not inferior.
But today, he had to kill them.
Use their lives, their blood, to complete the last consummation of [Red Dust Killing].
Lu Xingyuan couldn't help looking up at Luo Yunxiao.
Having been together day and night for hundreds of years, it is impossible to say that he has no affection for this disciple.
If there really is a life-defying formation in this world, it can find another way to destroy the half-soul of the world.
Even if he disobeyed his teacher's orders, he was willing to try.
However, there is no way!
Apart from [Red Dust Tribulation and Killing], there is no other way to destroy [World Destroyer Half Soul], and nothing can prevent the catastrophe of 100,000-year reincarnation.
So Luo Yunxiao, his only disciple must die.
And must die in endless pain and hatred.
Lu Xingyuan blinked to get rid of the damp heat in his eyes.
He walked step by step to the side of Xiaoyaomen people.
Every time a person passed by, the wooden fish in his hand tapped lightly.
There was endless pity and compassion on his face.
But the knocked wooden fish will form a fatal final blow, directly penetrating the heart.
Lu Xingyuan has always been known for his gentleness and meticulousness in the Great Compassion Temple.
Since he made a move, he would not allow the people like Xiaoyaomen to have any chance to counterattack.
Make sure the little guy on the ground is dead dead.
He just chanted Amitabha once, and then went to the next one.
The sky did not know when it started to rain.
Rain washed the blood-stained sand.
It also washed away corpses that had lost their vitality.
The waves in the distance are rolling and curling.
It seems to be playing a piece of mourning, breaking people's hearts.
Lu Xingyuan finally stopped in front of Muyan.