Will the grievances between Dabei Temple, Fentian, and Xiaoyaomen be over
From the day Lu Xingyuan died, they had already forged a blood feud, and there was no turning back.
Muyan's heart was sore, she stretched out her hand to hold Leng Yumo in her arms.
Suddenly, her eyes swept over An Ye San at the side, and saw that he had a strange expression, puzzled and unbelievable, he seemed hesitant to speak.
Muyan couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
An Yesan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head, "It should be impossible. Miss Jun, it's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much."
Muyan was waiting to ask again, when he heard a loud bang from the sword array.
The twelve natal swords that were originally connected to each other flew away and returned to Luo Yunxiao's hands.
In the dilapidated and disfigured hall, Ci'en held Shanhui, who was covered in blood and whose hands and feet had disappeared.
Jing Yuan half-kneeled and fell to the ground, looking at Ci'en in shock: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Ci'en smiled, and threw the Shanhui in her hand to the ground.
It was only then that Muyan discovered that Shanhui's dantian had been abolished.
The cultivation of the whole body is slowly dissipating, dying, and gradually dying.
After being thrown on the ground, his bloodshot eyes stared at Ci En, and he roared hoarsely, but he could only make a weak voice: "Why... why...?"
Ci'en folded his hands together, and said "Amitabha" softly, and then said compassionately: "Nephew Shanhui has only a few days of life left after taking [Jiuzhuan Du'er Dan]. I will give him the rest of his life. Use it, let him die well, and die worthwhile, isn't it good?"
Shanhui's eyes widened suddenly, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
Compared with Shanhui and Jingyuan's misery and embarrassment.
Ci'en still had the appearance of a compassionate eminent monk, and even the cassock on her body was spotless.
Luo Yunxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, she fell to the ground, and said coldly: "You are not a Buddhist cultivator, who are you?"
"Amitabha." Ci'en smiled and said, "Sponsor Luo, stop joking, poor monk, Ci'en, has practiced in the Great Compassion Temple for thousands of years, what is it if he is not practicing Buddhism."
Muyan stepped forward suddenly, and said lightly: "If I'm not mistaken, what you used before should be a spell! And it's not an ordinary low-level spell that can be driven by a black spell talisman. I'm right Do you, Master Mercy?"
Ci'en's eyes narrowed, her eyes fell on Muyan, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up: "It seems that this time's demon-slaying operation will never succeed. Jingyuan, let's go!"
"Damn donkey, it's not that easy to leave!!"
Fen Tian's people rushed up immediately after hearing the words.
However, Ci'en just waved his hand lightly, and a majestic energy surged in, causing them to fly backwards and hit the pillar.
Ci'en's eyes were full of contempt, "Luo Yunxiao didn't even keep my skills, so it's up to you?"
After finishing speaking, the cassock on his body rattled.
A golden ten thousand word curse seal appeared on the forehead.
The golden light emanating from the curse seal made Fen Tian's people let out shrill screams and fell down one by one.
Golden flames rose from their bodies for no reason, burning their bodies.
Ci'en sneered: "Luo Yunxiao, if you want to kill this old monk, let's see how to save the lives of your subordinates from the [Wan Zi Zhen Huo]!"
"Jing Yuan, what are you still doing, let's go!"
Jing Yuan lowered his head, stood up slowly, and walked towards Ci'en.