Chapter 4611 Little monk, do you want to kill my little uncle

The blood-colored light in his eyes flashed, and Luo Yunxiao's eyes showed a coldness.

A group of [Mingyin Shengyan] suddenly sprang up.

boom--!

The flames collided with the machete.

The machete was repelled by the heat wave, all the blood on Jingyuan's face faded, and his body was shaky.

But he seemed to feel no pain and death threats.

Swallowing the bitter sweetness in his mouth, his body suddenly rose from the ground and attacked Luo Yunxiao again.

And the eyes of kindness swept across Muyan, who was closely guarded by Luo Yunxiao.

It is rumored that the host body who has experienced the robbery and slaughter of the world is heartless, has no love and no desire, and hates everything in the world.

Luo Yunxiao's ability to fuse with the world-destroying half-soul will only be more cold-blooded and ruthless than the ordinary human body.

But the man in front of him was actually protecting Jun Muyan.

The world-destroying demon has something to protect, which means that the invincible demon has a fatal weakness.

Really interesting!

The corners of Ci'en's mouth slowly evoked a cold smile.

His hands were sealed again, but this time it was not attacking Luo Yunxiao.

Instead, he aimed directly at Mu Yan.

Sure enough, the next moment, Ci En saw Luo Yunxiao blocking Muyan in an instant.

This time, the spell cage was not burned, but all fell on him.

Rao is due to Luo Yunxiao's strength, and at this moment, he finally couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

And Jingyuan's Blood Moon Scimitar, once again wrapped in a powerful force, slashed towards Luo Yunxiao's head.

"Little Master Uncle!"

Muyan transformed into the Seven Absolute Swords, and with a flash, she was about to rush up to block Jingyuan's attack.

But her movements suddenly stopped in place, her eyes slightly widened.

The fire of the red lotus bloomed in the already dilapidated palace.

A flame burst into the air like a bird.

The long knife surrounded by red flames slashed in the air, blocking Jingyuan's machete at the critical moment.

Red Lotus Seizing Sword!

Unforgettable flames!

It was just an attack by a Xuanxian swordsman.

But such a small attack was too heavy for him to resist.

Jingyuan's body trembled violently, and there seemed to be something in his eyes that shattered inch by inch and overflowed.

The scimitar in his hand could hardly be grasped.

He raised his blood-red eyes to look at the figure slowly descending in front of him.

A hoarse voice overflowed from between his lips and teeth: "Yu...mo..."

Cold Feather!

Fourth Senior Sister Leng Yumo actually appeared at such a moment.

Muyan was relieved, her knees went weak, and she almost fell.

Just after saving Li Weiyan, she had exhausted all the immortal power in her body.

Now that the only divine power left, she still has to keep it...

Muyan looked coldly at Master Ci En, and plucked the strings with her fingertips.

The gentle music sounded in the hall, but it was so hidden and quiet that almost no one noticed.

...

Leng Yumo's eyes were also a little red. These days, she has been traveling in the Western Wasteland day and night, looking for the whereabouts of the little monk.

I don't know how many days I haven't slept well.

But even if he is haggard, he is far from the Jingyuan in front of him.

Leng Yumo looked at the man who was full of evil spirits and looked like a madman, but he was as thin as a wood. He almost dared not recognize that this was his little monk.

"Little monk, do you want to kill my little uncle?" The red lotus seizing sword in Leng Yumo's hand hung down and said softly, "In order to avenge your master and brother?"

Jing Yuan lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

The machete has disappeared, and now the cassock on his body is tattered.

The body was covered with Xue Ji, and the blood moon on his forehead was looming.