Lu Xingyuan finally stopped in front of Muyan,
Half of the girl's body was soaked in sand and blood.
But the exposed half of the face is still so holy and flawless, bright and moving.
Lu Xingyuan's mind unconsciously recalled the scene from a thousand years ago.
The boy in red who was burned by the fire.
And the mournful, remorseful and desperate cry of Baili Yinluo, the head of the Kagura Sect.
The Kagura Master and the Demon Who Destroyed the World
These two parties always seem to be entangled, entangled by cause and effect.
Thousands of years ago, if you wanted to destroy the [World Destroying Demon] Qihuang, you had to get rid of the Kagura Gate first.
This is still the case today.
Lu Xingyuan raised the Zen staff in his hand, looked up at Luo Yunxiao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yunxiao, you told me that you fell in love with a woman, and she must be the successor of the Kagami master! Then you look good now Go ahead, watch how the teacher killed her, to end your fate..."
Lu Xingyuan's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the person in the golden mask in a daze.
Luo Yunxiao stopped crying at some point.
He didn't even make a sound when he took away the last breath of life from everyone in Xiaoyaomen.
At that time, Lu Xingyuan was attracted by a feeling of pity and desolation, so that he didn't realize that it was unusual.
At this moment, the skin on Luo Yunxiao's body was already broken into pieces.
Every inch was stained with blood, exposing thick bones.
His soul is riddled with holes and will be annihilated at any time.
The Wuxiang Karma Cauldron above the head is still shining with golden light, and the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit sounds can be heard.
Every sound is pain and torture, and every sound is the abyss of hell.
But Luo Yunxiao seemed to be unable to hear or feel anything.
He just looked at Lu Xingyuan with his red and cold eyes open like that.
It seems to want to engrave his appearance deeply into the soul, bring him into reincarnation, and never forget it from generation to generation.
If he... still has reincarnation!
Lu Xingyuan's heart beat uncontrollably.
He has seen too many mortal robbing and killing hosts before they die.
But there has never been a body that frightened him like Luo Yunxiao, and made him feel an indescribable fear in his heart.
Lu Xingyuan collected himself, and softly recited "Amitabha".
Then he raised the gavel in his hand and knocked it down slowly.
However, at this moment, the sound of an arrow piercing through the air came.
Lu Xingyuan paused suddenly when he struck the wooden fish.
The eyes burst out with dazzling golden light.
The gavel in his hand disappeared at some point.
The slightly wrinkled hands were raised in the air, and they were gently received.
The next moment, a pure black arrow was caught between his fingers.
Lu Xingyuan looked at the arrow in his hand, with a rare look of surprise on his face, "It turned out to be a cursed arrow!"
His figure disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, the five fingers of his right hand had firmly clasped Chu Moli's neck.
Lift him up slowly from the wheelchair.
"Amitabha, even the poor monk didn't expect that there would be such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the Xiaoyaomen."
"It's just a descendant of a Kagura master."
"Is there anyone else who can master [Curse Art] to such an extent?"
Lu Xingyuan looked at the frail young man in front of him who seemed to be broken at any moment, and shook his head lightly, "Kagumusicians are certainly terrifying, but the successors of [curse] are even more terrifying existences. Even the master and the old man have not been able to Find out the identity and history of your [curse] family. The [curse] you cast is even more exquisite than I have ever seen in my life."