Chapter 3959
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Lu Xingyuan can't bear it anymore. He lowers his eyes, his lips open and close as he recites a series of Buddhist scriptures.
The [Formless Karma Cauldron] hanging above Luo Yunxiao emits a dazzling light.
He utters a shrill scream and slowly falls down.
The harsh sound of the wooden fish and the Sanskrit sound entangle his brain and soul like a curse, bit by bit, making him unbearable.
And the hatred and darkness that slowly grows in his heart makes him unable to suppress something in his body, wanting to rush out.
The sound of the zither rings out at this time.
It was very light and weak, but strands of it persevered and drilled into his brain.
His heart that was about to be infected by darkness is torn back from hell.
Luo Yunxiao struggles to open his eyes, his mind is clear for a moment.
But he doesn't have the slightest joy. Seeing the scene outside the golden shield, he only feels that the sky is falling and the earth is cracking, his liver and intestines are breaking.
… …
The moment the sound of the zither rings out, Lu Xingyuan's face changes.
He suddenly looks at the girl playing the zither, his pupils violently shrinking.
The hoarse voice is shocked and clear: "You are the successor of the Shen Musician. So that's how it is, you are the person related to Yunxiao's fate in the divination. No wonder you could help him find the Yin and Yang Twin Hearts, the Twelve Evils of Dutian, and the Thirty-six Stars. "
The girl playing the zither is expressionless, just constantly plucking the strings.
As the sound of the zither lingers, another figure that looks exactly like her appears.
Holding the Seven Absolutes Sword, a cold light radiates from his eyes, neither afraid nor retreating.
Lu Xingyuan is startled: "The Phantom Doppelganger, you have actually cultivated the Phantom Doppelganger, that can only be activated by a Level Seven Shen Musician. At such a young age, with the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, you can actually achieve such a level. "
"Amitabha! In terms of talent, you are not inferior to Baili Yinlou in the past. This poor monk should be glad to meet you here, otherwise if you were given a little more time to grow, I'm afraid that the entire Xiuxian Continent will suffer another catastrophe. "
Mu Yan sneers: "I find you people from Dabei Temple really funny. Your words are compassionate, but your actions are all dirty and cruel. You said that I am the successor of the Shen Musician, that I will bring a catastrophe to the Xiuxian Continent, so you must kill me. You're talking as if you'd let us go if I weren't the successor of the Shen Musician. "
Lu Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed bitterly, "You're right, Benefactor. This poor monk has been oversensitive. Although I had no choice, This Penniless Monk still has to apologize to you. In order to successfully complete the [Red Dust Ambush], you have no choice but to die in my hands. "
When he said this, he expected to see the seven little fellows' frightened and angry expressions.
However, unexpectedly, the seven people on the other side were very calm.
He was calm to the point of indifference, and there was a hint of mockery in his indifference.
That kind of blatant mockery made Lu Xingyuan, who had a firm heart towards Buddhism, feel ashamed. He subconsciously wanted to avoid their gazes.
He said in a low and magnetic voice, "The [Mortal Ambush] is to save the common people of the world, but it is also incomparably cruel. This poor monk only hopes that this cruelty can be put to an end by Yun Xiao. The purer his original temperament was, the greater the impact on his World Destroying Half Soul when he was infected by the darkness. The more thorough his resentment before his death, the more the World Destroying Half Soul will be worn down. "
At this point, he finally slowly raised his head, his eyes clear and firm as he looked at the several people.
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