Can the grievances between Dabei Temple, Fentian, and Xiaoyaomen be ended?

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

Muyan felt sad in her heart and stretched out her hands to hold Leng Yumo in her arms.

Suddenly, her eyes glanced at An Ye San beside her, and she saw that he had a strange look on his face, confused and unbelievable, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Muyan couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"

An Ye San opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head, "It should be impossible. Miss Jun, it's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking."

Before Muyan could ask any more questions, she heard a loud bang coming from the sword formation.

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

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

Jingyuan fell to the ground half-kneeling, looking at Ci'en in shock: "Uncle Master, what are you doing?"

Ci En smiled and threw Shan Hui in his hand to the ground.

Only then did Muyan realize that Shanhui's Dantian had been destroyed.

The whole body's cultivation is slowly dissipating, and it is dying, gradually heading towards death.

After being thrown to the ground, he stared at Ci En with bloodshot eyes and roared at the top of his lungs, but he could only make a weak voice: "Why...what...what?"

Cien put his hands together and recited "Amitabha" softly, and then said with a compassionate face: "Senior Nephew Shanhui only has a few days left to live after taking the [Nine Turns of Edan]. I will give him the remaining lifespan."

Wouldn't it be nice to use it and let him die a worthy and valuable death?"

Shanhui's eyes suddenly widened, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

But compared to Shanhui and Jingyuan's misery and embarrassment.

Ci En 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, who are you?"

"Amitabha." Ci'en said with a smile, "Donor Luo, don't be joking. The poor monk Ci'en has been practicing in Dabei Temple for thousands of years. What is it if it is not a Buddhist practice?"

Muyan suddenly stepped forward and said calmly: "If I'm not mistaken, what you used before should be a spell! And it's not an ordinary low-level spell that can be driven by a black spell talisman. I'm right.

Master Ci En?"

Ci En's eyes narrowed, his gaze fell on Muyan, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised: "It seems that there is no way to succeed in this demon-slaying operation. Jingyuan, let's go!"

"You're a bald donkey. If you want to leave, it's not that easy!!"

After hearing this, Fentian's men immediately rushed forward to kill him.

However, Ci En just waved his hand lightly, and a majestic energy surged in, causing them to fly backwards and hit the pillar.

Ci En's eyes were full of contempt, "Luo Yunxiao didn't even retain my ability, so it's just you?"

After saying that, the cassock on his body made a rustling sound.

A golden 10,000-character curse seal appeared on his forehead.

The golden light emitted from the curse seal caused everyone in Fentian to let out shrill screams and fall down one by one.

Golden flames suddenly rose from their bodies and burned their bodies.

Ci En sneered: "Luo Yunxiao, if you want to kill me, you should first see how to save the lives of your subordinates from [Ten Thousand Words True Fire]!"

"Jingyuan, why are you still hanging around? Let's go!"
Chapter completed!