If there really is a glimmer of hope.

Then trade it with her life!

Little monk, I'm sorry, I may not be able to wait until you return to secular life to marry me.

boom--!

The rolling flames engulfed Lu Xingyuan.

However, no one would think that such an attack could kill an immortal.

When the flames dissipated, everyone in Xiaoyao Sect turned pale and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

I saw Lu Xingyuan holding a Zen staff in his hand at some point.

One end of the Zen staff penetrated Leng Yumo's body.

The blood flowed down the cold Zen staff, tick, tick, like the tears shed by the God of Death.

"Fourth Senior Sister——!!!"

"Asshole, I will fight you!!!"

With a roar, the mythical beast Bai Ze rose into the sky.

[Absolute Space Domain] Explodes!

Layers of ice froze the ground and also froze Lu Xingyuan's feet.

The huge [Wanjun Hammer] fell from the sky like a mountain.

The Qijue Sword made a buzzing sound in the sunlight, reflecting dazzling light.

At this moment, everyone in Xiaoyaomen risked their lives.

Fight to the death, fight for your life!

However, in the face of absolute power, all tragedy and determination seem so humble and ridiculous.

A strong man at the level of an Immortal.

Even on the Immortal Cultivation Continent, he is the top existence.

And Lu Xingyuan is a disciple of Bodhidharma of the Great Compassion Temple, and he is a more powerful being than Yin Wuji, the Lord of the Netherworld.

How could they, just a few fledgling little golden immortals, be able to compete?

This beach seems to have been stained with layers of blood.

And this time the blood donation was particularly cold and desolate.

Lu Xingyuan stood in a pool of blood, clasped his hands together, and softly recited "Amitabha".

It is very rare that the six golden immortals can persist in his hands for such a long time.

Such talent is rare in the world.

Even compared to their senior brothers, he is not inferior.

But today, he had to kill them.

Use their lives and their blood to complete the final perfection of [Mortal Tribulation].

Lu Xingyuan couldn't help but look up at Luo Yunxiao.

After spending hundreds of years together day and night, it would be impossible to say that he didn't have any feelings for this disciple.

If there really is a destiny-changing formation in this world, it can find another way to destroy the world-destroying half-soul.

Even if he goes against his teacher's orders, he is still willing to try.

However, there is no way!

Apart from [Mortal Tribulation], there is no other way to destroy [World-Destroying Half-Soul], and nothing can prevent the catastrophe of one hundred thousand years of reincarnation.

So Luo Yunxiao, his only disciple must die.

And must die in endless pain and hatred.

Lu Xingyuan blinked away the dampness and heat from his eyes.

He walked step by step to everyone in Xiaoyao Sect.

Every time you pass a person, tap the wooden fish in your hand lightly.

His face was filled with endless pity and compassion.

But knocking down the wooden fish will cause a fatal final blow, directly penetrating the heart.

Lu Xingyuan has always been known for his gentleness and meticulousness in Dabei Temple.

Once he takes action, he will not allow people like Xiaoyaomen any chance to counterattack.

Make sure the little guy on the ground is dead.

He just recited Amitabha and then walked to the next one.

I don't know when the sky started to rain.

The rain washed away the blood-stained sand.

It also washed away corpses that had lost their vitality.

The waves in the distance rolled and curled.

It seems to be playing a piece of sad music that breaks people's hearts.
Chapter completed!