"Kill people with music, save people with music, use music to control thousands of troops and horses with music, and the ghost bell rings, and the Kamiji Master returns. In this world, only the only one who can play such a piano sound... Kamiji Master."

"Luo Yunxiao is protecting the Kagura in the protective cover!"

As Ci'en's account was revealed, the light in Shanhui's eyes became brighter and brighter.

He suddenly waved the Zen stick in his hand, and took advantage of Ci'en and Jingyuan to drag Luo Yunxiao toward the protective cover on the side.

The Zen stick smashed hard towards the protective cover.

However, before the Zen stick was smashed down, a figure had already appeared in front of him like lightning.

The black hair was dyed into dazzling silvery white in an instant.

The slender and dense eyelashes drooped and slowly raised, revealing their bloody pupils.

The twelve long swords flying in the air made sharp whistling and buzzing sounds.

In an instant, gathered behind Shanhui.

A sword pierces the heart!

The black flames jumped and danced on the tip of the sword.

Shanhui let out a shrill scream, and blood surged from her mouth.

He could feel that his internal organs, his cultivation, and his vitality were burned by the Holy Flame of the Nether Yin.

Luo Yunxiao raised his pale and slender hand and waved with expressionless face.

The sword inserted into Shanhui's chest flew out and appeared in the palm of his hand.

Shanhui looked at the long sword that stabbed him again, and her eyes showed extreme fear.

"Senior Brother!"

Jingyuan screamed low, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

The traces of blood moon in the forehead are looming.

The next moment, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

A red scimitar appeared in his palm.

Bang--!

The long sword and the scimitar intersect, and Mars flew everywhere.

Blood was leaking from the corner of Jingyuan's mouth, but he did not retreat in half a step.

Luo Yunxiao raised her eyes and looked at him coldly without any emotion in her eyes.

However, after just a moment, Luo Yunxiao's pupils suddenly shrank.

He no longer cared about Jingyuan and Shanhui in front of him and turned around quickly.

But it's still one step late.

A loud bang came.

The protective cover is broken inch by inch.

In the quiet hall, Ci'en's gentle and smiling voice came: "Donor Luo, if you don't want this...successor of the Goddess...the Demon Princess, just dies like this, and his body and head are different, please put down the sword in your hand!"

The Zen stick in Ci'en's hand was lit with Mu Yan in front of the demon zither.

The Zen staff is round and gentle, and the light light emitted from the top seems to represent the Buddha's compassion.

But Luo Yunxiao knew very well that he didn't need any action at all, and could kill Mu Yan with just one thought.

This old monk is very strong.

Even stronger than Bodhidharma.

The sound of the piano is still ringing in the hall.

The [Buddhist Golden Lotus] wrapped in the Nether Yin Holy Flame has become weaker and weaker.

Mu Yan knew that someone was threatening uncle with his life.

But she couldn't stop.

It is only a little short, only a little short short of [Buddhist Golden Lotus] to completely decline and disappear.

Ci'en's eyes looked in the direction covered by the piano.

When he saw Li Weiran on the bed and the [Buddhist Golden Lotus] appearing between his eyebrows, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The idea of ​​using this remnant of the God of Music to threaten Luo Yunxiao was abandoned at this moment.

The faint silver light on the Zen stick in Ci'en's hand suddenly became dazzling.

He rushed towards Mu Yan's temple.

Bang--!!

A violent impact sounded.

Mu Yan, holding the Heavenly Demon Piano, flew backwards.

Almost at the same time, the [Buddhist Golden Lotus] wrapped in the Holy Flame of the Netherworld completely withered and slowly dissipated on Li Weiran's eyebrows.

Success!
Chapter completed!