Lu Xingyuan finally stopped in front of Muyan,

Half of the girl's body was soaked in sand and blood.

But the exposed half of his face was still so holy, flawless, bright and moving.

The scene from a thousand years ago appeared in Lu Xingyuan's mind unconsciously.

The boy in red who was burned by the fire.

There was also the sad, regretful and desperate cry of Baili Yinluo, the leader of the Kagura Sect.

Kagura Master and the Demon of Destruction?

These two parties always seem to be entangled and entangled in cause and effect.

Thousands of years ago, if you wanted to destroy the [world-destroying demon] Qihuang, you had to get rid of the Kagura Sect first.

This is still the case today.

Lu Xingyuan raised the Zen staff in his hand, looked up at Luo Yunxiao, and said hoarsely: "Yunxiao, when you told your teacher that you fell in love with a woman, she must be the descendant of this Kagura master! Then you can look good now.

Go ahead and watch how my master kills her to end your life-long fate..."

Lu Xingyuan's voice stopped suddenly, and he looked at the person in the golden light shield with some confusion.

Luo Yunxiao didn't know when she stopped crying.

Even when he took away the last hope of life from everyone in Xiaoyao Sect, he didn't make a sound.

At that time, Lu Xingyuan was led by a feeling of pity and desolation, so that he did not notice this unusualness.

At this moment, the skin on Luo Yunxiao's body was already in disarray.

Every inch was stained with blood, revealing bones.

His soul was riddled with holes and could be annihilated at any time.

The formless causal cauldron above the head was still flashing with golden light, and the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit sounds reached my ears.

Every sound is pain and torture, every sound is the abyss of hell.

But Luo Yunxiao seemed to be unable to hear or feel anything.

He just stared at Lu Xingyuan with his red and cold eyes.

It was as if he wanted to carve his image deeply into his soul, bring him into reincarnation, and never forget him in all his lifetimes.

If he... still has reincarnation!

Lu Xingyuan's heart beat uncontrollably.

He has seen too many human beings robbed and killed before death.

But there had never been a body that frightened him as much as Luo Yunxiao, and gave him an unspeakable fear in his heart.

Lu Xingyuan calmed down and chanted "Amitabha" softly.

Then he raised the gavel in his hand and knocked it down slowly.

However, at this moment, the sound of an arrow piercing the air came.

Lu Xingyuan's movement of tapping the wooden fish suddenly stopped.

Both eyes burst out with dazzling golden light.

The gavel in his hand disappeared at some point.

He raised his slightly wrinkled hand in the air and gently picked it up.

The next moment, a pure black arrow was caught between his fingers.

Lu Xingyuan looked at the arrow in his hand, with a rare expression of surprise on his face, "It turns out to be a cursed arrow!"

His figure disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, the five fingers of his right hand had already firmly grasped Chu Moli's neck.

Lift him slowly from the wheelchair.

"Amitabha, not even a poor monk would have thought that there would be such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, in such a small Xiaoyao Sect."

"As long as there is a descendant of a Kagura master."

"How could there be anyone who can master [the art of curse] to such an extent?"

Lu Xingyuan looked at the frail young man in front of him who seemed to be broken at any moment, and gently shook his head, "The Kagura Master is certainly terrifying, but the successor of [Curse] is an even more terrifying existence. Even the old master, Master, has not been able to do this until now.
Chapter completed!