Chapter 3957
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He kindly looks at Luo Yunxiao and beckons him, "Since it's your wish, Master will not force you. Come here, Master has something to give you. "
Luo Yunxiao steps forward and respectfully takes it with both hands.
Lu Xingyuan holds something in his hand and sends it to Luo Yunxiao. He gently says, "If you regret it in the future, you can find Master with this …"
A sudden change happens at this moment!
Lu Xingyuan opens his hand and a golden light flies out.
As soon as the golden light touches the skin of Luo Yunxiao's wrist, it immediately breaks through the skin like a poisonous snake.
Luo Yunxiao only has time to let out a muffled groan before he falls straight down.
"Young Martial Uncle –!!"
"Master –!!!"
The people of the Xiaoyao Sect rush over and find that a small golden cauldron has appeared on top of Luo Yunxiao's head.
The golden light emitted by the small cauldron forms a light shield that envelops Luo Yunxiao.
It also keeps Muyan and the others outside the light shield, making them unable to approach.
As it gently shakes, the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit comes from the small cauldron.
But it's that peaceful and Buddha-like voice that makes Luo Yunxiao's whole body curl up in pain.
His body that has just been healed by Muyan starts to crack inch by inch. Blood instantly stains his snow-white clothes.
"Formless Karma Cauldron!!"
Chi Wen screams and stares at Lu Xingyuan with her bell-like eyes, "Why is the Formless Karma Cauldron in your hands?"
Lu Xingyuan lightly says, "I originally gave the Formless Karma Cauldron to Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu. Isn't it natural for me to take it back?"
I originally gave the Formless Karma Cauldron to Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu –!!
Even in the midst of the heart-wrenching pain, Luo Yunxiao still heard these words. His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened as he stared fixedly at Lu Xingyuan. A hoarse and broken voice slowly spilled out from between his cracked and bloodstained lips and teeth, "Why …?"
Lu Xingyuan avoids his gaze.
Suddenly, he puts his palms together and says Amitabha.
The next moment, his clothes are torn apart and replaced with a red cassock with golden patterns.
"This poor monk is the second disciple of Bodhidharma, Wu Che. I've been following you all these years to keep an eye on the World Annihilation Spirit. Because Yun Xiao, you are likely to be the last host of the [Mortal Tribulation]. After 100,000 years, the catastrophe of the human world is near. Master will never allow any accident to happen to the [Mortal Tribulation]. "
"So … so everything was fake …" Luo Yunxiao's face was covered in blood. Her face, which was originally distorted by pain, suddenly became incomparably calm and sorrowful. Then, she couldn't help but laugh softly. "My parents, my brothers, and even my most respected master … all wanted me to die, waited for me to die … What is the meaning of my existence in this world? … Just so you can watch me struggle in pain like a joke, and then say that I'm pitiful?! "
His voice was suddenly raised, with a sorrowful smile, as if all dreams had been shattered.
The sounds of laughter, mixed with blood and tears, were heartbreaking.
The eyes of the people of the Xiao Yao Sect turned red.
Their Young Martial Uncle!
They were like the clear moon and cool breeze, the high and mighty Youngest Martial Uncle.
No matter how badly he was injured, no matter how much he suffered, he never cried.
Unexpectedly, he was forced into such a situation.
Chi Wen suddenly roared and pounced forward, biting Lu Xingyuan's arm.
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