Chapter 3961

Lu Xingyuan finally stops in front of Mu Yan. Half of the girl's body is soaked in sand and blood. Can expose half face or so holy, beautiful and moving. Lu Xingyuan's mind did not consciously come up with the scene of a thousand years ago. The boy in red who was burned by the fire. There is also the sad, remorseful and desperate cry of Baili Yinluo, the leader of Shenle sect. Master of music and the devil of destruction? It seems that the two sides are always entangled and cause and effect. A thousand years ago, if you want to destroy the seven immortals, you need to get rid of Shenle gate. It's still the same today. Lu Xingyuan raised his Zen stick, looked up at Luo Yunxiao, and said in a dumb voice, "Yunxiao, you said to me that you fell in love with a woman. I think it must be the descendant of this musician! Well, you can watch it now. You can see how I killed her to end your lifelong fate... "Lu Xingyuan's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at the man in the golden mask in a daze. Luo Yunxiao doesn't know when she has stopped crying. Even when he started to take away the last trace of life from the xiaoyaomen, he didn't make a sound. Lu Xingyuan was drawn by a kind of sad emotion at that time, so that he did not find this unusual. At this moment, Luo Yunxiao's skin has been broken. Every inch is stained with blood, showing the white bones. His spirit is full of holes, and will be annihilated at any time. The tripod of Wuxiang is still shining with golden light, and the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit are in my ears. Every sound is suffering, every sound is the abyss of hell. But Luo Yunxiao seems to hear nothing and feel nothing. He just looked at Lu Xingyuan with his red and cold eyes. It seems that he wants to deeply engrave his appearance into his soul, bring him into reincarnation, and never forget it. If he... Has reincarnation! Lu Xingyuan's heart beat uncontrollably. He's seen too many of them before they died. But never a body such as Luo Yunxiao general let him panic, let his heart actually gave birth to a trace of unspeakable fear. Lu Xingyuan calmed down and said "Amitabha" softly. Then he raised his mallet and knocked it down slowly. However, just at this time, the sound of an arrow breaking through the air came. Lu Xingyuan's action of knocking on the wooden fish was a surprise. His eyes were shining with gold. I don't know when the mallet has disappeared. Slightly wrinkled hands in the air, gently pick up. The next moment, a pure black arrow was caught between his fingers. Lu Xingyuan looked at the arrow in his hand, and his face was a little surprised. "It's a curse arrow!" His figure disappeared in place. When it reappeared, the five fingers of the right hand had firmly fastened on the neck of Chu Mo Li. Slowly lift him out of the wheelchair“ Amitabha, even the poor monk did not expect that such a crouching tiger and hidden dragon could be found in the Xiaoyao gate. "“ It's just that there is a descendant of a divine musician. "“ Is there anyone else who can master [the art of incantation] 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. "It's true that the divine musician is terrible, but the descendants of the [curse] are more terrible. Even if the master is an old man, he has not been able to find out the identity and origin of your [mantra] clan. The magic you cast is the only subtlety I've ever seen in my life. "