An Yesi's eyes were cold, he raised his hand, and a sharp knife appeared in his palm.

"Oh, if the black curse talisman can't kill them, then I'll cut off all their heads. I want to see if these little bastards can survive without their heads!"

After saying that, he teleported to Chu Moli.

As soon as the servant stood still, his gaze collided with his from a high position.

Then, he saw that the young man's pupils, who had been calm and composed from beginning to end, suddenly shrank, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face.

The fingers that were forming the seal also stopped moving.

An Yesi sneered: "Cripple, are you afraid now? It's already too late!"

He lifted the sharp knife in his hand, drew a round arc in the air, and passed across Chu Moli's neck.

An Yesi's eyes showed excitement and cruelty.

He waited to see the young man's head roll to the ground, his wide-open eyes full of fear and disbelief.

An Ye Si didn't notice that behind him, An Ye Three's eyes suddenly widened, showing extremely horrified expressions.

Even An Ye Er, who had been arrogant just now, was tense all over, his face under the black robe was pale and without a trace of blood, and the veins on his hands hanging by his sides were bulging.

An Yesi slowly retracted the long knife and raised the corners of his mouth.

However, the scene that he expected to make his blood boil did not appear.

On the contrary, his vision began to change rapidly.

From high to low, from light to dark.

Then, his eyes saw a headless body.

A cold and familiar voice came from my ears: "I also want to know if you can survive without your head."

An Yesi's eyes moved slowly and stiffly.

Then, he saw a pair of slender and straight legs.

The ends of her long silver hair flowing gently.

Then, she lowered her blood-red eyes slightly, looking at him as if she were looking at a dead thing in garbage.

That's...the master!

It is Fentian’s only master for thousands of years since its establishment, Luo Yunxiao.

This was Dark Night Four's last thought.

Then he felt endless pain overwhelming him.

Immediately afterwards, his soul was forcefully pulled out and put into a small bottle.

From then on, he suffered in darkness and never saw the light of day.

…

Fentian and others stared at this scene blankly.

Watching An Yesi's head roll to his feet, watching his soul being pulled out, as if it were in a strange bottle.

Looking at the handsome man with silver hair and bloody eyes, he raised his head and glanced at the Xiaoyaomen who were tied up by vines.

With a raised hand, those indestructible vines with countless fangs and monster heads were immediately burned by black flames and turned into ashes.

These vines are An Ye Er's natal magic weapon [Empty Cicada Demonic Vine], and although not all of them are used to restrain the Xiaoyao Sect, there are still a full quarter.

At this time, everything was destroyed. [Dark Night 2] immediately felt the sea of ​​consciousness tremble, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he almost spurted blood.

However, he did not dare to show it at all. He could only clenched his fists with both hands and swallowed back the mouthful of blood.

After destroying the [Empty Cicada Demon Vine], Luo Yunxiao turned his attention to them and asked lightly: "Who did it?"

This sentence has no beginning or end.

But the meaning of An Ye Si’s death is very clear when his head is beheaded and his soul is taken away, and An Ye’s second magic weapon is burned.

Who hurt these people from Xiaoyaomen?
Chapter completed!