Will the grievances between Dabei Temple and Burning Heaven and Xiaoyaomen end?

From the day of Lu Xingyuan's death, they had forged a bloody feud, and there was no turning back.

Mu Yan felt sore in her heart, and stretched out her hand to hold Leng Yumo in her arms.

Suddenly, her gaze swept over the dark night three on the side, and saw that he looked weird, doubtful and unbelievable, and he was hesitant to speak.

Mu Yan couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Dark Ye opened his mouth three times, as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head again, "It should be impossible. Miss Jun, it's nothing, maybe I think too much."

Mu Yan waited to ask again, when he heard a loud bang from the sword formation.

The twelve natal swords that were originally connected to each other flew away and returned to Luo Yunxiao's hands.

In the dilapidated hall, Ci'en carried Shanhui whose hands and feet were covered with blood and had disappeared.

Jing Yuan fell to his knees on the ground, looking at Ci En in shock: "Uncle Master, what are you doing?"

Ci En smiled and threw Shanhui in her hands to the ground.

Only then did Mu Yan discover that Shanhui's Dantian had actually been abolished.

The whole body's cultivation base is slowly dissipating, dying, and gradually moving towards death.

After being thrown on the ground, his bloodshot eyes stared at Mercy, and he roared hoarsely, but he could only make a weak voice: "Why...why...?"

Ci'en folded his hands together, chanted "Amitabha Buddha" softly, and said with a compassionate expression: "Senior Nephew Shanhui took [Nine Turns of Erdan] and only a few days of life were left. Lao Na added his remaining life. Isn’t it good to make use of it to let him die well and worthwhile?”

Shanhui's eyes suddenly widened, and her face was full of incredible expressions.

Compared with Shanhui and Jingyuan's miserable embarrassment.

Ci En still looked like a compassionate monk, and even the robes on her body were spotless.

Luo Yunxiao squinted his eyes slightly, fell to the ground, and said coldly: "You are not a Buddha, who are you?"

"Amitabha Buddha." Ci En smiled, "Luo Shizhu, don't be kidding, the poor monk has been cultivating at the Great Compassion Temple for thousands of years. It's not a Buddha or something."

Mu Yan suddenly stepped forward and said lightly: "If I'm not mistaken, you should have used a spell before! And it's not an ordinary low-level spell that can be driven by a black spell talisman. I'm right. Master Mercy?"

Ci En's eyes narrowed, his gaze fell on Mu Yan, and the corners of his mouth slowly twitched: "It seems that this time the demon killing operation cannot be successful. Jingyuan, let's go!"

"Dead bald donkey, want to go, not so easy!!"

The people of Burning Sky rushed to kill immediately upon hearing this.

However, Ci En just waved his hand slightly, and a majestic energy surged in, causing them to fly out directly and hit the pillar.

Ci En's eyes were full of contempt, "Luo Yunxiao didn't leave my skills, just rely on you?"

After speaking, the robes on his body were hunting.

A golden swastika appeared in the forehead.

The golden light from the curse imprint caused the people of Fen Tian to let out a scream and fall down one by one.

The golden flames rose up from them for no reason, burning their bodies.

Ci En sneered: "Luo Yunxiao, if you want to kill Lao Na, let's see how to save the lives of your subordinates from [10,000 Character Real Fire]!"

"Jing Yuan, what are you still doing, let's go!"

Jing Yuan lowered his head, stood up slowly, and walked towards Mercy.