Shanhui was shocked when she heard this, and a confident look appeared in her eyes again.

As long as they don’t face Luo Yunxiao, the others are just ants in his eyes.

But can Uncle Ci really hold Luo Yunxiao back?

The next moment, a rich black air suddenly appeared all over Ci'en's body.

There seemed to be ferocious and terrifying grimaces in the black air, and they suddenly rushed towards Luo Yunxiao.

Shanhui was stunned: What kind of exercise is Master Ci using? When did they have such exercises in Dafeng Temple?

But he couldn't let him think too much.

Ci'en's voice came to his ears again: "Do it!"

Shanhui put his heart in his mind, and the divine power in his body surged wildly.

The Dharma pestle in his hand made a buzzing sound, and the light shone brightly.

He rose up and swung the Damo pestle into a huge arc.

Wherever he went, the powerful immortal emperor suppressed Mu Yan, Leng Yumo and Li Weiran on the bed.

Mu Yan and Leng Yumo stood there stutteringly, knowing that danger was coming, but they could not move.

Cold sweat rolled down their foreheads.

This is the strength of the Immortal Lord.

They can't compete now anyway.

As the Damo pestle fell, the three of them were about to have different bodies and heads.

But there was only a bang.

The sound of metallic attacks came, accompanied by a strong wind, which pushed the two of them out of the undyed bed several meters away.

Mu Yan and Leng Yumo both fell to the ground.

It seems like a huge mountain is pressing on my body, and I can't even get up.

"Jingyuan!! You dare to stop me!!"

Shanhui's roar came from a distance, "Do you really want to resist me for this witch?!!"

"I told you to get out of here, did you hear it?"

Leng Yumo raised her head with all her strength.

Blood flowed down her forehead, blurring her eyes.

In the hazy blood, she saw her little monk's clothes shattered, revealing her blood-soaked body.

He just stood 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."

In the rage of Shanhui, the Bodhidharma pestle was blasted out again.

"Little monk—!!"

Leng Yumo shouted shrillly, desperately trying to get up and rush over.

But the body is completely out of control.

She could only watch Jingyuan spew a mouthful of blood, her knees softened, and she slowly fell down.

Suddenly, his body trembled suddenly.

He supported the ground with one hand.

The body, which was already limp, was forced to regain it.

Under him, blood was over his feet.

The Vajra cover belonging to the Buddha Show has long 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 keep himself alone and cut off the love between the world from now on.

But no matter what, he can't do it.

He could not give up his kindness to Dabei Temple.

I can't give up my love for Leng Yumo.

The only thing that can be given up is this life.

At least, he will protect his girl without hesitation before he takes his last breath.

Tears unknowingly blurred their eyes, Leng Yumo's hands clenched into fists, and the first time she cried was so sad and painful.

Bang--!

A loud bang of energy burst came from the tumbling black mist.

It is obvious that the battle between Luo Yunxiao and Ci'en has also entered a white-hot stage.

Shanhui took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and looked at Jingyuan who was half kneeling on the ground. The rage in her eyes faded away, leaving only coldness and ruthlessness: "Jingyuan, this is what you asked for."
Chapter completed!