"Since you are determined to betray the Great Compassion Temple, and since you want to die with this witch, I will fulfill your wish!"

After saying that, the Dharma pestle in his hand slowly raised it.

However, at this moment, the already dilapidated roof suddenly collapsed.

More than a dozen figures jumped down from above.

"Master, what happened?"

"Bald donkeys from Damei Temple, damn it, you beasts dare to come and want to kill your master?"

Shanhui's Bodhidharma pestle was held in the air, and her face became extremely ugly.

Even Ci'en, who had been calm and composed, frowned slightly.

Luo Yunxiao forced Ci'en away with a sword and returned to Mu Yan and the others.

His eyes were wandering around Mu Yan and Leng Yumo, but he didn't even look at the little monk lying in a pool of blood: "Are you injured?"

Mu Yan and Leng Yumo quickly shook their heads, "Uncle Master, where are you?"

Luo Yunxiao did not answer, but looked at Fen Tian's people.

Dark night one, dark night three, dark night seven, dark night eight, dark night eleven, dark night twelve.

Basically, everyone who Fen Tian stationed in the Netherworld has come.

Especially among them, there is an Immortal Master, An Yeyi.

The situation suddenly reversed.

Shanhui's hand holding the Dharma pestle trembled violently, his eyes full of reluctance and anger.

Originally, Master Ci and Luo Yunxiao could have a draw.

All that were left were Li Weiran, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and two little girls of Xuanxian level.

Shanhui is more than enough to deal with them alone.

But what about now?

Just one person in Dark Night, Shanhui may not be able to deal with it.

This assassination is doomed to end in failure.

Although he was unwilling to accept it, Shanhui turned his head and looked at Ci'en like help.

Ci'en frowned, her eyes swept across the coma Li Weiran, and the murderous intent in her eyes flashed away.

"Take Jingyuan and let's go first."

Shanhui nodded, about to drag Jingyuan up.

Luo Yunxiao sneered quietly, "Do you think my Demon-Closing Palace is something you can go forward whenever you want, and retreat whenever you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, twelve long swords had already flew into the air.

A circle around kindness and kindness.

Twelve long swords buzzed and vibrated, and dazzling red light emanated from the long sword, gradually blending, forming a circular barrier without any flaws.

A handsome man with silver hair and bloody eyes floated in the air.

Hair as bright as moonlight flies with the breeze.

Showing the face that can make all women in the world crazy.

However, at this moment, this face was even more terrifying than a devil in Shanhui's eyes.

His hand holding the Dharma pestle trembled violently.

The injury that was previously suppressed by [Nine Transformation Desert Pill] seemed to begin to relapse at this moment.

The mood of the people of Fen Tian was completely different from Shanhui. Their faces were full of excitement and admiration. Looking at the man floating in the air, they wanted to kneel down and worship.

This is their master.

This is the true king of Burning Heaven who merges the half-soul of the world.

Luo Yunxiao glanced at An Ye and said lightly: "Protect them."

The next moment, the speed of the twelve long swords suddenly accelerated.

The stone pillars of the surrounding houses whine in pain and collapsed one after another.

Mu Yan and others suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the qi and blood in their bodies were surging, as if a huge force was pressing on their heads, making their internal organs seem to explode.

In the void, Luo Yunxiao saw Mu Yan and Leng Yumo's pale faces and looked at An Yeyi with cold eyes.
Chapter completed!