Chapter 3963
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Lu Xingyuan finally stops in front of Mu Yan.
Half of the girl's body is soaked in sand and blood.
But the half of her face that is exposed is still so holy and flawless, bright and moving.
Lu Xingyuan's mind unconsciously emerges the scene from a thousand years ago.
The red-clothed youngster burned by the raging fire.
And the sorrowful, regretful and desperate cry of the Master of the God Music Sect, Baili Yinlou.
The God Musicians and the Demon of Destruction?
These two sides always seem to be entangled, bound by cause and effect.
A thousand years ago, to destroy the [Demon of Destruction] Qi Huang, the God Music Sect must be eliminated first.
It is still the same today.
Lu Xingyuan raises the staff in his hand, looks up at Luo Yunxiao, and says in a hoarse voice: "Yunxiao, you told your master that you liked a woman. Presumably, she is the successor of the God Musicians! In that case, you can watch carefully now. Watch how I kill her and end your karma … "
Lu Xingyuan's voice comes to an abrupt stop, staring at the person in the golden light shield in a daze.
Luo Yunxiao has stopped crying at some point.
Even when he took away the last trace of the Xiao Yao Sect people, he didn't make the slightest sound.
At that time, Lu Xingyuan was led by a kind of sad and desolate emotion, so much so that he didn't notice this abnormality.
At this moment, Luo Yunxiao's skin has long been broken beyond recognition.
Every inch is stained with blood, revealing the eerie white bones.
His mind is riddled with holes, and will be annihilated at any time.
The Non-Phase Cauldron above his head is still flashing with golden light, and the sound of the wooden fish and Buddhist chants enter his ears.
Every sound is painful and torturous, every sound is the abyss of hell.
But Luo Yunxiao doesn't seem to hear or feel anything.
He just stares at Lu Xingyuan with his red and cold eyes.
As if he wants to deeply engrave his appearance into his soul, bring him into reincarnation, and never forget.
If he … still has reincarnation!
Lu Xingyuan's heart beats uncontrollably.
He has seen too many mortal tribulations and the appearance of his victims before they die.
But there has never been a host that makes him as frightened as Luo Yunxiao, giving birth to an indescribable fear in his heart.
Lu Xingyuan composes himself and softly says "Amitabha".
Then, he raised the mallet in his hand and knocked it down slowly.
However, at this moment, the sound of an arrow piercing through the air could be heard.
Lu Xingyuan suddenly stopped knocking on the wooden fish.
A dazzling golden light shot out from his eyes.
The mallet in his hand had already disappeared.
He raised his slightly wrinkled hand in mid-air and gently caught it.
In the next moment, a pure black arrow was caught between his fingers.
Lu Xingyuan looked at the arrow in his hand with a rare look of surprise on his face. "It's the Arrow of Curse!"
His figure disappeared on the spot.
When he reappeared, the five fingers of his right hand were already firmly wrapped around Chu Moli's neck.
He slowly lifted him up from the wheelchair.
"Amitabha, even I didn't expect that there would be so many crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the Xiao Yao Sect."
"It's fine to have a Shen Musician successor."
"There's actually someone who can master the [Curse Art] to such a level?"
Lu Xingyuan looks at the frail young man in front of him, who looks as if he will break at any moment, and gently shakes his head, "The Shen Musician is certainly terrible, but the successor of the [Curse] is an even more terrible existence. Even Master hasn't been able to figure out the identity and origin of your [Curse] clan. The [Curse Art] you've displayed is the most exquisite I've ever seen in my life. "
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