"Since you are determined to betray the Great Compassion Temple, since you want to die with this witch, then I will grant you!"
After finishing speaking, the Dharma pestle in his hand was slowly raised.
However, at this moment, the already dilapidated roof suddenly collapsed.
A dozen figures jumped down from above.
"Master, what happened?"
"The bald donkey of the Great Compassion Temple, damn it, you bastards still dare to come here and want to kill the master?"
Shanhui's Dharma pestle was raised in the air, and his face became extremely ugly.
Even Ci'en, who had always been calm and calm, frowned slightly.
Luo Yunxiao pushed Ci'en away with a sword, and returned to Muyan and the others.
His eyes wandered over Muyan and Leng Yumo, but he didn't even look at the little monk lying in the pool of blood: "Are you injured?"
Muyan and Leng Yumo quickly shook their heads, "Little Martial Uncle, what about you?"
Luo Yunxiao didn't answer, but looked at Fen Tian and the others.
Dark Night One, Dark Night Three, Dark Night Seven, Dark Night Eight, Dark Night Eleven, Dark Night Twelve.
Basically, all the people from Fen Tian who were stationed in the Nether Realm came over.
Especially among them is An Yeyi, a master of the immortal level.
The situation suddenly took a huge turn.
Shanhui's hand holding the Dharma pestle trembled violently, her eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.
Originally, Uncle Ci En and Luo Yunxiao, the big devil, could fight to a tie.
The only ones left were Li Weiran, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and two little girls at the Xuanxian level.
Shanhui is more than enough to deal with them alone.
But now
Shanhui might not be able to deal with An Ye alone.
This assassination is destined to end in failure.
Although unwilling, Shanhui still turned her head and looked at Ci'en as if asking for help.
Ci'en frowned, and his eyes swept across the unconscious Li Weiran, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away.
"Bring Jing Yuan, let's go first."
Shanhui nodded, and was about to drag Jing Yuan up.
Just then Luo Yunxiao sneered, "Do you think you can enter and retreat whenever you want to my Sealing Demon Palace?"
As soon as the words fell, the twelve long swords had already soared into the air.
Form a circle around kindness and kindness.
The twelve long swords buzzed and vibrated, dazzling red light emanated from the long swords, and gradually merged to form a circular barrier without the slightest flaw.
A handsome man with silver hair and blood pupils floats in the air.
Her hair, as bright as moonlight, fluttered in the breeze.
Showing that face that can make all women in the world go crazy.
However, at this moment, in Shanhui's eyes, this face was more terrifying than the devil.
His hand holding the Dharma pestle trembled violently.
The injury that was suppressed by [Jiuzhuan Duerdan] seemed to recur at this moment.
The mood of the people in Fentian was completely different from Shanhui's. Their faces were full of excitement and admiration. Looking at the man suspended in mid-air, they wished they could kneel down and worship.
This is their master.
This is the true king of Fen Tian who has merged with the half soul of Mieshi.
Luo Yunxiao glanced at An Ye and said calmly, "Protect them."
The next moment, the rotation speed of the twelve long swords suddenly accelerated.
The stone pillars of the surrounding houses wailed in pain and collapsed one after another.
Muyan and the others also suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the blood in their bodies surged, as if a huge force was pressing on their heads, making their internal organs seem to explode.
In the void, Luo Yunxiao saw the pale faces of Muyan and Leng Yumo, and looked at An Yeyi with icy eyes.