And Li Weiran might not be able to bear the second [Shujing Qihuang].
Muyan gritted her teeth, and was about to change the tune and activate [Phantom Heavy].
Luo Yunxiao, who was standing in front of her, already raised her hand.
A translucent shield enveloped her and Li Weiran in it.
Luo Yunxiao's indifferent voice came from next to his ear: "Don't be distracted, I will deal with the people in Dabei Temple."
Muyan looked up and frowned fiercely.
The protective cover is not completely transparent, and she can only vaguely see the figure of the little uncle outside at this moment.
[Buddhist Golden Lotus] The underworld holy flames around are still burning, devouring the life of [Buddhist Golden Lotus] bit by bit.
However, in this way, the little martial uncle will be distracted.
Delicately controlling Mingyin Shengyan has already consumed most of his mind.
Now we have to deal with the bald donkey of Dabei Temple.
I don't know who is coming from the Great Compassion Temple, and how is his cultivation
Little Martial Uncle only has half of his strength left, can he deal with it
Is it because she is afraid that she will be worried, so the shield is translucent, because she doesn't want her to see the fighting scene
Muyan gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to pay attention to the battle situation outside.
With her current strength, even if she goes out to help, she can only drag down the little uncle at best.
For the current plan, the only way is to destroy this [Buddhist Golden Lotus] as soon as possible to save Li Weiran.
At that time, the little master uncle no longer needs to control [Mingyin Shengyan], and his strength will naturally be greatly improved.
…
Outside the protective cover, several figures slowly descended.
He is dressed in a golden red cassock, with a Zen staff in his left hand and a golden bowl in his right hand.
The low and complicated scriptures were spit out continuously between the rapidly wriggling lips and teeth.
Luo Yunxiao held the [Chixiao Sword], one of the twelve natal swords, and looked at the few people expressionlessly.
Headed by Bodhidharma's great disciple and the current abbot of Dabei Temple, Chan Master Shanhui.
Shanhui's serious face stared at Luo Yunxiao.
A strong murderous intent burst out from the eyes that should have been compassionate.
Standing beside Shanhui was an old man with a kind face, looking at Luo Yunxiao with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes, filled with compassion and compassion.
Luo Yunxiao had never seen this person before, and there was no aura around him.
But his sense of danger surpassed that of Shanhui.
But Luo Yunxiao's eyes fell on another person.
With red lips and white teeth, and a handsome face, even though he has gone through vicissitudes and reached the realm of immortals, he still maintains the appearance of a young and immature little monk.
Luo Yunxiao frowned slightly.
He didn't even look at Shanhui and the powerful old man.
He only stared at Jing Yuan: "You want to kill me too?"
Jing Yuan's face was even paler than Luo Yunxiao who had consumed most of Nether's power.
His eyes were stained with a little scarlet, but there was no light in his eyes.
The shy, introverted but energetic little monk who used to be on the floating island has disappeared without a trace at this moment.
Jing Yuan slowly raised his head, looked at Luo Yunxiao, and said in a low hoarse voice: "Master raised me and taught me a whole body of cultivation. The second senior brother pulled me out of the muddy hell Thousands of days and nights, and never gave up on me. They treated me like a brother like a father, I can't know who killed them, but I don't care about them, and I don't avenge them."
Luo Yunxiao nodded, and asked calmly: "You came to kill me, does Yumo know?"
Jing Yuan closed his eyes, obliterating the last bit of starlight in his eyes.