Chapter 3961 We are in hell...waiting for you (1)

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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 the face is still so holy and 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 is also the sad, regretful and desperate cry of Baili Yinluo, the head of Kagura Sect.

Kagura and the Demon of Destruction?

The two parties always seem to be entangled, entangled by cause and effect.

Thousands of years ago, if you want to destroy the [Devil of Destruction] Qihuang, you must first get rid of Kagura Gate.

It is still the case today.

Lu Xingyuan raised the Zen staff in his hand, looked up at Luo Yunxiao, and said hoarsely, "Yunxiao, you told Wei Shi that you fell in love with a woman, and it must be the descendant of this Kagura teacher! Then you look good now. Come on, look at how the teacher killed her to end your fate..."

Lu Xingyuan's voice stopped abruptly, and looked at the person in the golden mask in a daze.

Luo Yunxiao didn't know when to stop crying.

He didn't even make a sound when he started to take away the last shreds of life from everyone in Xiaoyaomen.

At that time, Lu Xingyuan was drawn by a feeling of sympathy and desolation, so much so that he did not find this unusual.

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

Every inch was stained with blood, revealing the bones.

His soul is riddled with holes and will be annihilated at any time.

The phaseless causal cauldron on the top of the head is still flashing with golden light, and the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit sounds can be heard.

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

But Luo Yunxiao didn't seem to be able to hear or feel anything.

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

It seems to be deeply engraved into his soul, brought into reincarnation, and never forgotten.

If he... has reincarnation!

Lu Xingyuan's heart beat uncontrollably.

He has seen too many mortal tribulation killing bodies before they die.

But there has never been a body that shocked him like Luo Yunxiao, causing a trace of unspeakable fear in his heart.

Lu Xingyuan calmed down, and softly recited "Amitabha".

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

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

Lu Xingyuan's action of hitting the wooden fish was abrupt.

Dazzling golden light shot out from both eyes.

The gavel in his hand disappeared at some point.

A slightly wrinkled hand was raised in the air and touched it lightly.

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 turned out to be an arrow of curse!"

His figure disappeared in place.

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

Lift him slowly from the wheelchair.

"Amitabha, even a poor monk did not expect that such a crouching tiger could hide a dragon in a small Xiaoyaomen."

"It's enough to have a descendant of Kagura Master."

"Who else can master [Curse Technique] to such a degree?"

Lu Xingyuan looked at the thin young man in front of him who seemed to be broken at any time, and shook his head gently, "The Kagura teacher is scary, but the descendant of the [Curse] is even more scary. Even the master and his old man have not been able to do so until now. Find out the identity and origin of your [curse] clan. The [curse] you cast is even more subtle than I have ever seen in my life."

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