An Ye's four eyes were cold, and he raised his hand, and a sharp knife appeared in his palm.
"Heh, the black spell talisman can't kill them, so I'll cut off their heads. I want to see if these little bastards can live without their heads!"
After finishing speaking, he teleported to Chu Moli.
As soon as the servant stood still, he collided with his gaze condescendingly.
Then, he saw that the pupils of the young man who had been calm and composed from the beginning to the end suddenly shrank, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
The fingers that were forming mudras also stopped moving.
An Yesi sneered: "Cripple, are you afraid now? It's too late!"
He raised the sharp knife in his hand, drew a round arc in the air, and cut across Chu Moli's neck.
An excited and cruel light appeared in Anyesi's eyes.
He waited to see the young man's head rolling to the ground with a rumble, and his wide eyes were full of fear and disbelief.
An Ye Si didn't notice that behind him, An Ye San and the others suddenly widened their eyes, showing extremely horrified expressions.
Even An Ye Er, who was still invincible just now, was tense all over, his face under the black robe was pale without a trace of blood, and his hands hanging by his sides had bulging veins.
An Yesi slowly withdrew his long knife, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
However, the expected scene that made his blood spurt did not appear.
Instead, his vision began to change rapidly.
From high to low, from bright to dark.
Then, his eyes saw a husk without a head.
A cold and familiar voice came from my ears: "I also want to know, if you can live without your head."
Dark Ye Si's eyeballs rolled slowly and stiffly.
Then, he saw a pair of slender and straight legs.
The end of long silver hair fluttering gently.
Then, he lowered his eyes slightly, looking at his blood-colored pupils as if looking at dead objects.
That's... master!
It was Fentian's only master in the thousands of years since his establishment, Luo Yunxiao.
This was the last thought of Dark Night Four.
Then he felt boundless pain overwhelming the sky.
Immediately afterwards, his soul was pulled out abruptly and put into a small bottle.
Since then, the darkness has been tormented, and the sun will never be seen.
…
Fen Tian and the others stared blankly at this scene.
Watching An Yesi's head gurgling and rolling to his feet, watching his soul being pulled out like a weird bottle.
Looking at the handsome man with silver hair and blood pupils, he raised his head and glanced at the people of Xiaoyaomen who were bound by vines.
With a wave of his hand, those indestructible vines with countless fangs and monster heads were immediately burned by the black flames and disappeared.
These vines are An Ye Er's natal magic weapon [Empty Cicada Magic Vine]. Although not all of these vines are used to restrain the Xiaoyaomen and others, there is a full quarter of them.
Being completely destroyed at this time, [Dark Night II] immediately felt a shock in the sea of consciousness, fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he almost spurted blood.
However, he didn't dare to show it at all, he could only clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and swallowed the mouthful of blood back.
After destroying the [Empty Cicada Demon Vine], Luo Yunxiao turned her attention to them and asked lightly, "Who did it?"
This sentence has no beginning and no end.
However, the meaning of An Ye Si being beheaded and his soul being beheaded and An Ye Er's talisman being burned is already very clear.
Who hurt Xiaoyaomen and these people
The man's voice was cold and indifferent, as usual.