Bloody light flashed in his pupils, and a deep chill appeared in Luo Yunxiao's eyes.

A ball of [Underworld Holy Flame] suddenly sprang up.

boom--!

Flames and scimitars collided.

The scimitar was repelled by the heat wave, all the blood on Jingyuan's face faded, and his body was crumbling.

But it was as if he couldn't feel the pain or the threat of death.

After swallowing the sweet and fishy taste in his mouth, he suddenly rose up from the ground and attacked Luo Yunxiao again.

Ci En's gaze swept over Muyan, who was closely guarded by Luo Yunxiao.

Rumor has it that the body that has experienced the tribulations in the world of mortals is heartless, has no love, no desire, and hates everything in the world.

Luo Yunxiao can fuse with the half-soul of Destruction, which will only make him more cold-blooded and ruthless than the ordinary mortal body.

But the man in front of him was actually protecting Jun Muyan.

When the world-destroying demon has something it wants to protect, it means that the invincible demon has a fatal weakness.

How interesting!

A cold smile slowly appeared on Ci En's lips.

His hands formed seals again, but this time they were not attacking Luo Yunxiao.

Instead, he aimed directly at Muyan.

Sure enough, the next moment, Ci En saw Luo Yunxiao blocking Muyan in an instant.

This time, the spell cages were not burned down, but all fell on him.

Even with Luo Yunxiao's strength, she couldn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood at this moment.

And Jingyuan's Blood Moon Scimitar once again struck Luo Yunxiao's head with great force.

"Little uncle!"

Muyan transformed into the Qijue Sword, and in a flash, she rushed forward to block Jingyuan's attack.

But her movements suddenly stopped in place, and her eyes widened slightly.

The red lotus fire bloomed in the dilapidated palace.

A ball of flame bloomed in the sky like a flying bird.

The long sword swirled with red flames slashed down in the air, blocking Jingyuan's scimitar at the critical moment.

Red Lotus Soul Seizing Sword!

The No-Sorrow Flame Technique!

That was just an attack from a mysterious swordsman.

But such a small attack was as heavy as a huge blow to him and he could not resist it.

Jingyuan's body trembled violently, and something in his eyes seemed to be shattering inch by inch and overflowing.

I can barely hold the scimitar in my hand.

He raised his blood-red eyes and looked at the slowly descending figure in front of him.

A hoarse voice escaped from between his lips and teeth: "Yu...mo..."

Leng Yumo!

Fourth senior sister Leng Yumo actually appeared at such a moment.

Muyan's mind relaxed, her knees became weak, and she almost fell down.

She had just rescued Li Weiran, and she had exhausted all the immortal power in her body.

Now she has to keep the only divine power she has left...

Muyan looked coldly at Master Ci'en in front of her, and plucked the strings with her fingertips.

The gentle music sounded in the hall, but it was so hidden and quiet that almost no one noticed it.

…

Leng Yumo's eyes were a little red. These days, she kept traveling around the Western Wasteland day and night, looking for the whereabouts of the young monk.

I don’t know how many days I haven’t slept well.

But even if he is very haggard, it is far inferior to the pure distance in front of him.

Leng Yumo looked at the man who was full of evil spirits, looked crazy, but skinny, and almost didn't dare to recognize that this was his little monk.

"Little monk, you want to kill my little master uncle?" Leng Yumo lowered the red lotus soul-stealing knife in his hand and said softly, "To avenge your master and senior brother?"

Jingyuan lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

The scimitar has disappeared, and now the cassock on his body is in tatters.
Chapter completed!