At this moment, the closed door was suddenly opened with a bang.
Shanhui and Jingyuan stopped arguing immediately.
"Master!"
"Uncle Ci En, how is Master?"
However, when he rushed into the hall, he saw Bodhidharma lying on the ground with a pale face and no breath of life at all.
The bodies of the two swayed, and they could hardly stand.
"Master!!"
Jing Yuan jumped forward and helped Bodhidharma up.
Feeling Master's icy body, he only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to lose its temperature.
A trembling hand was raised and pressed on Bodhidharma's neck.
The icy coldness and dead silence caused Jing Yuan's red eyes, which had just faded away, to burn like a raging fire.
"Master, Master!!"
"Why did this happen?!" Shanhui hissed, "Master, didn't you say that Master still has a chance?!"
Not far away, Ci'en's face was pale, and the corner of her mouth was still stained with blood.
His face was full of sadness and guilt, he clasped his hands together, and said in a hoarse voice: "This old monk is incompetent and can't save senior brother. I never thought that Luo Yunxiao would be so vicious that he left behind in senior brother's sea of consciousness." A group of Mingyin Shengyan, I was caught off guard and injured by Mingyin Shengyan, and I can no longer protect my brother's soul... "
"Amitabha, I was too arrogant and killed my brother."
As Ci'en said, muddy tears rolled down her eyes, her body shook slightly, she couldn't hold on any longer, and passed out.
"Ahh!! Luo Yunxiao, Luo Yunxiao!!"
"Today's revenge, I will definitely make you pay with blood!!"
In Shanhui's heart-piercing roar.
Jing Yuan hugged Master's cold corpse in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.
Hot tears fell from his eyes, and slowly turned cold again.
When it opened again, only the cold and red killing intent remained.
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Under the abyss.
"Fourth Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Sister... Did you hear what I said?"
Leng Yumo came back to her senses, met the concerned eyes of Ling Yusheng and the others, and immediately smiled: "Sorry, I was distracted just now, what are you talking about?"
Yun Ruohan reached out and patted her shoulder lightly: "Yumo, are you worried about Master Jingyuan?"
Leng Yumo's fingertips lightly groped for the handle of the Red Lotus Seizing Soul Knife.
Then there was a free and easy smile on his face, he spread his hands and stretched his waist: "I was a little worried, but I thought about it, and it was useless to worry! What cultivation level is the little monk, what cultivation level am I, it's my turn to worry Him? Come on, let's guess the real face of this demon princess, is she beautiful or ugly?"
"By the way, senior brother, have you ever seen the princess during your time in the Demon Race? How does she look like?"
"I heard that the princess of the demon clan had a marriage contract with my junior uncle, but now she has to compete in martial arts to recruit a relative, isn't it? Isn't it enough for her to have a superb man like my junior uncle? Do you want to hug her left and right?"
Yun Ruohan brushed his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "What does the princess of the Demon Race look like, you will know when she enters the palace tomorrow. Hehe..."
He smiled lowly, showing a meaningful expression, "I promise, you will be surprised by then."
"Is it ugly, too ugly to be seen?"
"Third senior brother, what do you think?" Leng Yumo suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and looked at Chu Moli with great interest, "Do you think the princess of the Demon Race is a beautiful woman or an ugly woman? Should she hug left and right and enjoy what she has? Or is she blind?" ?”