Ci'en threw the cassock in her hand into the air, covering the two of them.
A vortex began to appear under the feet.
However, at this moment, a machete suddenly appeared in Jing Yuan's hand, and he slashed fiercely at Ci'en's heart.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Ci En clutched her chest, looking at Jing Yuan indifferently.
The cassock that was supposed to be sent to the two slowly fell down and landed in Ci'en's hands again.
He put it on gracefully, covering the blood on his chest, and said: "Jing Yuan, what are you doing? Are you still blaming me for making your senior brother sacrifice? You should be very clear that killing demons and defending Dao is all about paying blood." and the price."
The blood moon on Jing Yuan's forehead flickered for a moment, and finally took shape, as if rubbed on it.
The scimitar in his hand seemed to be full of blood, turning red like fire.
Jing Yuan stared at Ci En, and asked word by word: "Why, you can use [Wan Zi Zhen Huo]?"
Ci'en smiled, and said indifferently: "[Wan Zi Zhen Huo] is the unique secret method of my Great Compassion Temple, I can use it, what's so special about it!"
"But except for Master, it is impossible for anyone to know [Ten Thousand Characters True Fire] and reach the realm of [Tongshen]. Because in the entire Great Compassion Temple, only Master condensed [Bodhi Relic], which is why he is honored as Bodhidharma reason."
"Uncle Ci'en, tell me, why, you can use the [Thousand-character Real Fire] in the supernatural realm?"
The smile on Ci'en's face gradually faded, and she looked at Jing Yuan expressionlessly.
Jing Yuan's eyes were already red at this time, and a strong killing intent shot out from his eyes: "There is only one possibility, that is, you devoured Master's [Bodhi Relic], and even his cultivation!"
Ci'en sneered and said: "Jing Yuan, if you think so, I can't help it. In the end, you were bewitched by that demon girl. Your master and senior brother have treated you as much as a mountain. The Great Compassion Temple raised you and taught you. A cold-blooded murderer, cultivated into a high-spirited monk respected by everyone. But now, the murderer is right in front of you, but you shrink back because of a woman, hesitate, and want to blame me."
"Do you think that if I kill senior brother, you can be with that witch with peace of mind? Jing Yuan, you really let me down!"
In the Demon Sealing Hall, the monks who were slaughtering all surrounded them.
Hearing Ci'en's words, they all glared at Jing Yuan, their eyes full of resentment and disappointment.
"Uncle Jingyuan, have you forgotten how kind your master and senior brother were to you? How could you forget their bloody enmity just because of a woman?"
"The monk should be empty of all four things. Uncle Jingyuan, it's fine if you move your heart. Now you have even forgotten the deep hatred of my Great Compassion Temple. You really disappointed us!"
"Jingyuan, have you forgotten how Uncle Wuche waited so hard to save you when he was the murderous [Blood Moon]?"
Jing Yuan's hand holding the scimitar trembled, and the faith in his eyes gradually collapsed.
At this moment, an unexpected voice sounded.
"Are you the [Blood Moon] who walked out of the massacre in the massacre thousands of years ago?"
The person who spoke turned out to be Dark Night Three.
As he spoke, he stepped forward quickly, standing very close to Jingyuan, looking at the blood moon mark on his forehead: "[Red Demon Blood Moon], it's really you!"
Everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on An Ye III.