Shanhui was shocked when she heard the words, and a confident look appeared in her eyes again.
As long as it's not against Luo Yunxiao, others are nothing but ants in his eyes.
But, can Uncle Ci En really hold Luo Yunxiao back
The next moment, Ci'en's whole body was suddenly filled with thick black air.
Scary and terrifying grimaces seemed to appear in the black air, rushing towards Luo Yunxiao.
Shanhui was stunned: What kind of exercise is Master Ci En using? When did their Great Compassion Temple have such a practice
It's just that he can't allow him to think too much.
Ci'en's voice reached his ears again: "Do it!"
Shanhui shook her heart, and the divine power in her body surged wildly.
The Dharma pestle in his hand made a buzzing sound and shot out a lot of light.
He jumped up and swung the Dharma pestle in a huge arc.
Wherever they went, the mighty coercion of the Immortal Venerable enveloped Muyan, Leng Yumo and Li Weiran on the bed together.
Muyan and Leng Yumo froze on the spot, knowing that the danger was imminent, but they couldn't move.
Cold sweat rolled down their foreheads.
This is the strength of Xianzun.
It is now that they have no way to compete in any way.
Seeing the Dharma pestle fall, the three of them were about to be decapitated.
But only a bang was heard.
The sound of metal clashing came, accompanied by a gust of wind, pushing the two of them several meters away from the unstained bed.
Both Muyan and Leng Yumo fell to the ground.
It was as if a thousand-weight mountain was pressing on her body, and she couldn't even climb up.
"Jingyuan!! How dare you block me!!"
Not far away, Shanhui roared furiously, "Are you really going to resist me for this witch?!"
"I tell you to go away, do you hear me?!"
Leng Yumo raised her head with all her strength.
Blood was streaming down her forehead, blurring her eyes.
In the haze of blood, she saw her little monk, the clothes on his body were all torn, revealing his blood-soaked body.
He stood straight in front of them like that, motionless.
Neither get out of the way nor resist! !
He said: "Brother, I can't let anyone... hurt... Yumo."
Under Shanhui's rage, the Bodhidharma pestle was thrown out again.
"Little monk!!"
Leng Yumo let out a shrill cry, desperately trying to get up and rush over.
But the body doesn't listen at all.
She could only watch Jing Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, her knees softened, and she fell slowly.
Suddenly, his body trembled.
Hold the ground with one hand.
The already limp body was abruptly propped up again.
Under him, the blood covered his feet.
The vajra mask belonging to Foxiu has been shattered inch by inch and cannot be restored.
But he just refused to fall.
If he resists, he will have the power to fight Shanhui.
If he gets out of the way, he can take care of himself alone and cut off the worldly love from then on.
But no matter what, he couldn't do it.
He couldn't let go of his kindness to Dabei Temple.
He also couldn't let go of his love for Leng Yumo.
The only thing that can be given up is this life.
At least, until he draws his last breath, he will protect his girl, risking his life.
Tears unknowingly blurred his eyes, Leng Yumo's hands were tightly clenched into fists, crying so sadly and painfully for the first time.
boom!
The loud sound of energy explosion came from the churning black mist.
Obviously, the battle between Luo Yunxiao and Ci'en has also entered a fierce stage.
Shanhui took a deep breath, looked down at Jing Yuan who was half kneeling on the ground, the fury in her eyes receded, leaving only coldness and ruthlessness: "Jing Yuan, you asked for this."