Chapter 4617 Shanhui's Death (Seeking a Ticket)

Will the grievances between Dabei Temple, Fentian, and Xiaoyaomen end?

From the day Lu Xingyuan died, they had forged a bloody feud, and there was no turning back.

Mu Yan felt sour in her heart, and reached out to hold Leng Yumo in her arms.

Suddenly, her eyes swept across the dark night three, and saw that he looked strange, puzzled and unbelievable, with a look of hesitating to speak.

Mu Yan couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Dark Yesan opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but then shook his head again, "It should be impossible. Miss Jun, it's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much."

Mu Yan was waiting to ask again, when he heard a loud bang from the sword formation.

The twelve natal swords that were originally connected to each other flew away and returned to Luo Yunxiao's hands.

In the dilapidated and disfigured hall, Ci En was carrying Shan Hui who was covered in blood and whose hands and feet had disappeared.

Jing Yuan fell to the ground on his knees and looked at Ci En with a shocked expression: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Ci'en smiled and threw Shanhui in his hand to the ground.

Only then did Mu Yan realize that Shanhui's dantian had been abolished.

The whole body cultivation base is slowly dissipating, dying, and gradually dying.

After being thrown on the ground, his bloodshot eyes stared at Ci En, and he roared hoarsely, but he could only make a weak voice: "Why...why...what?"

Ci'en put his hands together, softly recited "Amitabha Buddha", and then said with a compassionate expression: "Sir-nephew Shanhui has only had a few days left after taking the [Nine-Turns of Eden]. The old man made good use of his remaining lifespan. , wouldn't it be good to let him die in a proper place, and his death is worthwhile?"

Shanhui's eyes widened suddenly, and her face was full of disbelief.

Compared to Shanhui and Jingyuan's miserable embarrassment.

Kindness still looks like a compassionate eminent monk, and even the cassock on his body is spotless.

Luo Yunxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, fell to the ground, and said coldly, "You are not a Buddhist cultivator, who are you?"

"Amitabha." Ci'en smiled and said, "Lord Luo Shi, don't be joking, the poor monk Ci'en has been practicing in the Dabei Temple for thousands of years. It's not a Buddhist practice or anything."

Muyan stepped forward suddenly and said lightly, "If I read correctly, you should have used a spell before! And it's not an ordinary, low-level spell that can be driven by a black spell. I'm right. Is it, Master Charity?"

Ci'en's eyes narrowed, his eyes fell on Muyan, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "It seems that this time the demon slaughter operation can't be successful. Jingyuan, let's go!"

"Dead bald donkey, it's not that easy to leave!!"

When the people of Burning Tian heard the words, they rushed up immediately.

However, Ci'en just waved his hand lightly, and a majestic energy surged in, causing them to fly upside down and hit the pillar.

Ci'en's eyes were full of contempt, "Luo Yunxiao didn't leave me alone, so it's up to you?"

After he finished speaking, the cassock on his body rattled.

A golden swastika incantation appeared on his forehead.

The golden light emanating from the curse mark made everyone in Fen Tian let out a shrill scream and fell down one by one.

Golden flames rose up from them for no reason, burning their bodies.

Ci En sneered: "Luo Yunxiao, if you want to kill the old man, let's see how to save the lives of your subordinates from the real fire of 10,000 characters!"

"Jing Yuan, what are you still doing, let's go!"

Jingyuan lowered his head, stood up slowly, and walked towards kindness.