Liu Huan felt uneasy in his heart and said, "Brother Dao, although everyone says that, I am really a little scared. Will you leave? If you don't leave, I will leave."

Luo Xuan smiled and waved his hand: "Then you go! You are all afraid of Yang Jian, but I'm not afraid. Let's play with this girl first and see when Yang Jian will come out."

After saying that, he turned his hand and took out the magic weapon of the Wanccao pot that had been nurtured for thousands of years. He cast a spell and opened the mouth of the pot. In an instant, tens of thousands of fire crows flew out, and the scene was spectacular.

Liu Huan shook his head, stopped persuading each other, and immediately used the fire escape technique to leave, and disappeared in a flash.

Below.

Yang Chan sensed the heat coming from above her head, raised her head slightly, and the appearance of thousands of fire crows immediately reflected in her eyes.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, she was not afraid or retreating. She raised her hand and released countless rainbow lights, which turned into a colorful lotus and bloomed over Xiqi City.

Thousands of fire crows hit the colorful lotus, like stones sinking to the sea, one after another, which made Luo Xuan stunned for a moment.

This girl has such a powerful mana!

Yang Chan flew up, stepped on the top of the lotus, shouting at Luo Xuan:

"Soldiers vs. generals vs. generals vs. immortals vs. immortals. You are the first-class immortals and gods. Instead of fighting with the immortals of the Chanmen on the battlefield, you run to Xiqi City to set fire to slaughter mortals. Are you ashamed?"

"What are you ashamed of? What's so shameful? Who stipulates that war must be generals against generals, immortals against immortals?"

Luo Xuan came back to his senses and sneered: "For the sake of victory, we should do everything we can to win."

Yang Chan frowned and said, "Are you not afraid of being punished by God when you do this?"

Luo Xuan smiled and said, "At this point, I have only seen monks who were killed after the failure of the battle, and have never seen monks who were struck by lightning for doing bad things. Little girl, don't be too naive."

"puff!"

Just when his smile was the brightest, a blood-red sword suddenly penetrated from his back to his chest, bringing out a handful of passionate blood.

Luo Xuan's smile froze immediately, and his magic power was imprisoned in an instant at this moment. Severe pain poured into his soul one after another, making him unable to help but let out a cry of pain.

"Zhen Ren Luo, it's you who are naive!"

Behind him, Qin Yao held the Yuantu sword and said softly.

Luo Xuan wanted to turn his head to see what he looked like, but the Yuan Tu Jian destroyed his immortal body function almost instantly, making him a luxury to turn his head.

In the end, his soul was swallowed by darkness and turned into a firefly-like spot of light and fell into Qin Yao's hands.
Chapter completed!