The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Lu Xuan finally stopped in front of Muyan.

Half the girl's body is soaked in sand and blood stains.

But the half-face is still as holy and beautiful as that.

The scene of a thousand years ago appeared unconsciously in the mind of Lu Yuan.

The young man in red who was burned by fire.

There are also the grieving, regretful and desperate cries of God's Gate Master Baili.

Musicians and demons of the world?

Both sides seem to be always entangled, causally entangled.

A thousand years ago, in order to destroy the Seven Wonders, we must first remove the Divine Gate.

The same is true today.

Lu Xuan raised his wand in his hand and looked up at Luo Yunxiao. He muttered: “Yunxiao, you said to the teacher that you liked a woman. I'm sure this is the musician's handover! So now you watch, see how the master killed her, to end your life's sins...”

The Lu Dynasty's voice stopped, and some stared at the people in the golden shield.

Luo Yunxiao stopped crying sometime.

Even when he took the last glimmer of life from the people at large, he didn't make a single sound.

The Lu Yuan was so dragged by a cold sentiment of compassion that it was not found to be unusual.

At this moment, Luo Yunxiao's skin is long broken.

Every inch is stained with blood, revealing Mori's white bones.

His soul is even more sore and perforated, and he will be extinguished at any moment.

The causeless dings on the top of his head are still flashing with golden light, and the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit is in his ears.

Every sound is pain and torment, and every sound is an abyss of hell.

But Cloudy couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel it.

He just looked at the landing strip with his red and cold eyes open like that.

It's like carving him deeply into your soul, bringing him back to life, never forgetting.

If he... has a turn!

Lu Yuan's heart jumped uncontrollably.

He has seen too many red dust robberies before his death.

But no dorm ever surprised him like Luo Yunxiao, creating an unspeakable fear in his heart.

Lu Yuan set his mind and read “Amitabha Buddha” softly.

Then lifted the hammer in his hand and knocked it down slowly.

Yet at this point, an arrow broke the voices of the sky.

Lu Yuan knocked on the wooden fish suddenly.

Glittering golden light from both eyes.

The hammer in my hand has disappeared sometime.

Raise your slightly wrinkled hands in the air, gently one after the other.

The next moment, a pure black arrow was caught between his fingers.

Lu Xuan looked at the arrow in his hand and rarely showed a few surprises on his face. "It's a cursed arrow! ”

His figure disappeared.

By the time it reappeared, the five fingers of the right hand had firmly caught Chu Qiu's neck.

Lift him slowly from the wheelchair.

“Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk, did not expect that the little one lay in the gates of the Tiger Hidden Dragon. ”

“There's just a magician's heir. ”

“Can anyone else master [the spell] to this extent? ”

Lu Yuan looked at the thin young man in front of him as if he would break at any moment. He shook his head gently. “While the musician is terrible, the [spell] 's heir is even more terrifying. Even his elderly master still can't figure out the identity of one of your [spells]. The [spell] you performed is even more subtle than I've ever seen in my life. ”