"Since you are determined to betray the Great Compassion Temple, and since you want to die with this witch, then I will fulfill you!"
After speaking, the Dharma pestle in his hand slowly raised.
However, at this moment, the roof that had been dilapidated suddenly collapsed.
More than a dozen silhouettes jumped down from above.
"Master, what happened?"
"The bald donkeys of the Great Compassion Temple, fucking, you guys dare to come, want to kill the master?"
Shanhui's Bodhidharma was held in the air, and his face became extremely ugly.
Even Mercy, who has been calm and calm, frowned slightly.
Luo Yunxiao forced Ci En away with a sword and returned to Mu Yan and the others.
He glanced around Mu Yan and Leng Yumo, but didn't even look at the little monk lying in a pool of blood: "Are there any injuries?"
Mu Yan and Leng Yumo shook their heads quickly, "Little Master, how about you?"
Luo Yunxiao did not answer, but looked at the people in Fentian.
Dark night 1, Dark night three, Dark night seven, Dark night eight, Dark night eleven, Dark night twelve.
Basically, all the people stationed in the Nether Territory of Burning Sky came over.
Especially among them there is a master of the Immortal Venerable Dark Night One.
The situation was suddenly reversed.
Shanhui's hand holding Dharma trembling violently trembled, her eyes full of unwillingness and anger.
Originally, Uncle Ci'en and Luo Yunxiao could draw a tie.
Only Li Weiran, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and two Xuanxian-level little girls were left.
Shanhui is more than enough to deal with them alone.
But now?
Shanhui might not be able to deal with it alone in the dark night.
This assassination is doomed to end in failure.
Although unwilling, Shanhui turned to look at Ci En as if asking for help.
Ci En's brows furrowed tightly, his gaze swept across the comatose Li Weiran, the killing intent in his eyes flashed away.
"Take Jingyuan, let's go first."
Shanhui nodded, and was about to drag Jingyuan up.
Just listened to Luo Yun Xiaoyouyou sneered, "Do you think that my Sealed Demon Hall is what you want to enter and retreat?"
As soon as the voice fell, the twelve long swords had already taken off.
Surrounded by kindness and kindness in a circle.
The twelve long swords buzzed and vibrated, and the dazzling red light radiated from the long swords, gradually blending, forming a circular barrier with no flaws.
The handsome man with silver hair and blood pupils floated in the air.
Hair, as bright as the moonlight, flew in the breeze.
He revealed that face that would make all women in the world crazy.
However, at this moment, in Shanhui's eyes, this face was even more terrifying than the devil.
His hand holding Dharma trembling violently.
The injury that was previously suppressed by [Nine Turn Degree Erdan] seemed to start to recur at this moment.
The mood of the people in Burning Tian was completely different from that of 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, fused with the half soul of the world.
Luo Yunxiao glanced at Dark Ye and said lightly: "Protect them."
The next moment, the rotation speed of the twelve long swords suddenly accelerated.
The stone pillars of the surrounding houses wailed in pain and collapsed.
And Mu Yan suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the blood in their bodies was 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 his icy gaze turned to Dark Night One.