Chapter 4615

"Since you are determined to betray the Dabei temple, since you want to die with this enchantress, I will help you!" With that, the Dharma pestle in his hand was slowly raised. However, at this time, the roof, which was already dilapidated, suddenly collapsed. More than ten figures jumped down from above“ Master, what happened? "“ The bald ass of Dabei temple, damn it, do you even dare to come here and want to kill the master? " The Dharma pestle of Shanhui was held in the air, and his face became very ugly. Even the calm kindness frowned slightly. Luo Yunxiao pushes CI en away with a sword and returns to Mu Yan. Eyes in the Mu Yan and Leng Yu Mo body Qun again, but did not even look at the little monk lying in the pool of blood: "is there any injury?" Mu Yan and Leng Yumo quickly shook their heads, "little martial uncle, what about you?" Luo Yunxiao did not answer, but looked at several people burning the sky. Night one, night three, night seven, night eight, night eleven, night twelve. Basically, all the people stationed in the netherworld have come. In particular, there is also dark night one, an immortal master. All of a sudden, the situation changed dramatically. Shanhui held Dharma pestle's hand and trembled violently. Her eyes were full of resentment and anger. Originally, martial uncle CI en and Luo Yunxiao were able to draw. The rest are Li Weiran, who is seriously injured and in a coma, and two little girls of Xuanxian level. Shanhui is more than enough to deal with them alone. But now? Just one person in the dark, Shanhui may not be able to deal with it. This assassination is doomed to fail. Though unwilling, Shanhui turned to look at kindness like asking for help. Ci'en frowned tightly, his eyes swept from the comatose Li Weiran, and his killing intention flashed away“ Take Jingyuan and let's go first. " Shanhui nodded and was about to drag Jingyuan up. Listen to Luo Yunxiao youyou sneer, "do you think my Fengmo temple is the one you want to enter and retreat?" At the end of the speech, twelve swords had already taken off. A circle of kindness and wisdom. Twelve swords are buzzing and shaking. The dazzling red light comes out from the swords and gradually blends to form a circular barrier without any flaw. The handsome man with silver hair and blood pupil floats in the air. As bright as moonlight, hair flies with the breeze. Show the face that can make all women crazy. However, at this moment, this face in the good eye, but more terrible than the devil. His hand shaking violently as he held the pestle. The injury that had been pressed down by jiuzhuandu Erdan seemed to recur at this moment. The mood of the people in burning heaven is quite different from that of Shanhui. Their faces are full of excitement and worship. Looking at the man floating in the air, they want to kneel down to worship. This is their master. This is the real king of burning heaven, who has integrated the half soul of destroying the world. Luo Yunxiao looked at the night one by one and said faintly: "protect them." At the next moment, the speed of the twelve swords' rotation increased abruptly. The stone pillars of the surrounding houses gave out painful cries and collapsed one after another. And Muyan also suddenly felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, blood in the body, as if there was a huge force on their head, so that their viscera seemed to burst open. In the void, Luo Yunxiao sees Mu Yan and Leng Yumo's pale face, and looks coldly at the night.