"Use music to kill people, use music to save people, use music to drive thousands of troops, the ghost bells ring, and the divine musician returns. In this world, the only person who can play such music is...the divine musician."

"Luo Yunxiao is protecting the divine musician in the protective shield!"

As Ci En spoke, the light in Shan Hui's eyes became brighter and brighter.

He suddenly swung out the Zen staff in his hand, and while Ci En and Jingyuan were holding Luo Yunxiao down, he quickly rushed towards the protective shield on the side.

The Zen staff hit the protective shield hard.

However, before the Zen staff could be smashed down, a figure appeared in front of him like lightning.

The long black hair was dyed dazzling silver in an instant.

The long and thick eyelashes drooped down and then slowly lifted up, revealing blood-colored pupils.

The twelve long swords flying in the air made sharp whistling and buzzing sounds.

In an instant, they gathered behind Shan Hui.

A sword through the heart!

Black flames jumped and danced on the tip of the sword.

Shanhui let out a shrill scream, and blood surged from her mouth.

He could feel that his internal organs, his cultivation, and even his vitality were being burned by the Holy Flame of Nether Yin.

Luo Yunxiao raised her pale and slender hand and waved expressionlessly.

The sword inserted in Shan Hui's chest flew out and appeared in his palm.

Shanhui looked at the sword that was stabbing at her again, with extreme fear in her eyes.

"Big Brother!"

Jingyuan let out a low cry, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

The traces of the blood moon on his forehead are faintly visible.

The next moment, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

A red scimitar appeared in his palm.

Bang--!

Long swords and scimitars clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.

The corners of Jingyuan's mouth were bloodshot, but he didn't take a step back.

Luo Yunxiao raised her eyes and looked at him coldly without any emotion in her eyes.

However, just a moment later, Luo Yunxiao's pupils suddenly shrank.

He could no longer care about Jingyuan and Shanhui in front of him and turned around quickly.

But in the end it was still a step too late.

There was a loud bang.

The protective cover was shattered inch by inch.

In the silent hall, a kind and gentle voice came from the smiling voice: "Donor Luo, if you don't want this... the descendant of the Kagura Master... the demon princess to die like this, with her body and head missing, please let go of you.

The sword in your hand!"

The Zen staff in Ci En's hand faintly lit up Mu Yan in front of the Tianmo Qin.

The Zen staff is round and gentle, and the shallow light emitting from the top seems to represent the compassion of the Buddha.

But Luo Yunxiao knew very well that he didn't need to move at all, just a thought could kill Muyan.

This old monk is very strong.

Even stronger than Bodhidharma.

The sound of the piano still sounded in the hall.

The [Buddhist Golden Lotus] in the package of Ming Yin Holy Flame has become weaker and weaker.

Muyan knew that someone was threatening her junior uncle with his own life.

But she couldn't stop.

It's just a little bit away, just a little bit away from [Buddhist Golden Lotus] being able to completely decay and die.

Ci En's gaze followed the direction where the sound of the piano shrouded her.

When he saw Li Weiran on the bed and the [Buddhist Golden Lotus] floating between his eyebrows, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The original idea of ​​threatening Luo Yunxiao with this remnant of a divine musician was put aside at this moment.

The faint silver light on the Zen staff in Ci En's hand suddenly became dazzling.

It hit Muyan's temple hard.

Bang--!!

A violent crash was heard.

Muyan, who was holding the Tianmo Qin, flew out.

Almost at the same time, the [Buddhist Golden Lotus] wrapped in the Holy Flame of Nether Yin completely withered and slowly dissipated on Li Weiran's eyebrows.

Success!
Chapter completed!