But Li Weiran may not be able to withstand the second time [Science Qihuang].

Mu Yan gritted his teeth and was about to change the tune and activate [Phantoms of the Ghosts].

Luo Yunxiao, who was standing in front of her, had raised her hand.

A translucent protective cover enveloped her and Li Weiran.

Luo Yunxiao's indifferent voice came from his ears: "Don't be distracted, I will deal with the people from Dafeng Temple."

Mu Yan looked up and frowned fiercely.

The protective cover was not completely transparent, and she could only vaguely see the figure of the uncle outside.

[Buddhist Golden Lotus] The surrounding dark yin holy flame is still burning, swallowing the life of [Buddhist Golden Lotus] little by little.

However, in this way, the uncle of the junior teacher would be distracted.

It would have cost most of his mind to control the Mingyin Holy Flame.

Now we have to deal with the bald donkeys in Dafoe Temple.

I don’t know who came from Dafeng Temple and how good is his cultivation?

The junior uncle only has half of his strength left. Can he deal with it?

Is it because I am afraid that she will worry, so the protective cover is translucent because I don’t want her to see the fight?

Mu Yan gritted his teeth and forced himself not to pay attention to the situation outside.

With her current strength, even if she goes out to help, she will at most be able to drag down the uncle of the junior teacher.

For the current plan, the only way is to destroy this [Buddhist Golden Lotus] as soon as possible and save Li Weiran.

By then, the uncle of the junior teacher no longer needs to control [Mingyin Holy Flame], and his strength will naturally be greatly improved.

...

Outside the protective cover, several figures slowly fell down.

A golden and red cassock, a Zen staff in the left hand, and a golden bowl in the right hand.

The low and complex scriptures between the rapidly wriggling lips and teeth are spit out continuously.

Luo Yunxiao held the [Chixiao Sword], one of the twelve primitive swords in his hand, and looked at the few people with expressionless face.

The leader is Bodhidharma's great disciple, and the current abbot of Dapepa Temple, Zen Master Shanhui.

Shanhui looked solemn and murderous, staring at Luo Yunxiao.

A strong murderous intent burst out from the eyes that should have been compassionate.

Standing next to Shanhui was an old man with a kind face, looking at Luo Yunxiao with a slightly turbid look, with a compassionate and compassionate feeling.

Luo Yunxiao had never seen this person before, and there was no fluctuation in his body.

But the sense of danger he gives people is even more than Shanhui.

But Luo Yunxiao's eyes fell on another person.

He has red lips and white teeth, and a handsome face. Even though he has experienced vicissitudes and has reached the realm of the Immortal Lord, he still maintains the appearance of a young and tender monk.

Luo Yunxiao's brows frowned slightly.

He didn't even look at Shanhui and the powerful old man.

His eyes were only staring at Jingyuan: "You want to kill me too?"

Jingyuan's face was paler than Luo Yunxiao, who had consumed most of the power of the underworld.

His eyes were stained with scarlet red, but there was no trace of light in his eyes.

The little monk who was a little shy, introverted, but full of vitality on the floating island had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Jingyuan slowly raised his head, looked at Luo Yunxiao, and said slowly in a low voice: "Master raised me and taught me all my cultivation. The second senior brother pulled me out of the muddy hell. Even though he spent thousands of days and nights, he never gave up on me. They treated me like brothers and fathers. I couldn't know who they were killed, but I didn't care about them and didn't avenge them."

Luo Yunxiao nodded and asked calmly: "You come and kill me, do you know?"

Jingyuan closed his eyes and annihilated the last little starlight in his eyes.
Chapter completed!