Looking at the fire pile again, the flame rose more than ten meters high, spiraling up, forming a huge pillar of fire, and then, the pillar of fire slowly deformed, and actually formed a flame human form.

This humanoid body is tall, with nine heads and eight arms, and the graceful figure can be seen in a trance as a female figure, but the face is blurred, just beginning to take on a human form, at this time in the courtyard, the wind is whistling, wailing everywhere, as if Shura hell, the power is terrifying and unusually pressed down to the courtyard.

Wang Li Erlao only hesitated for a moment, but he was not involved in the scene in the courtyard, and hurriedly turned around and attacked the energy barrier around him, only Li Yunluo did not move, just kidding, it was an energy condensation barrier, just now Zhongnin was just the energy gathered around, and the three of them couldn't get in, and now the energy is condensed into a wall, how can this hardness be broken by manpower.

But looking at the **** and Zhao, at first glance, the old shaman used the way of the soul priest to summon miracles, and his face was still a little frightened, but when the fire god took shape, the panicked look on his face slowly faded, and gradually returned to peace.

"Alas, the way of the Great Witch has fallen, and it is really sad that the divine soul summoned by soul sacrifice cannot even condense the form. **** shook his head with a lonely face, and then looked up at the fire statue pressed towards him with slightly squinted eyes.

Seeing this **** and Zhao, he quickly pulled out a white talisman from the sleeves of his wide robe, and then held down the talisman paper with both hands, and the spell in his mouth burst out: "Om Amo Jiawei Lu Zuoxi, open!"

Hearing such a spell, Li Yunluo was shocked again, "The Great Sun is like a bright mantra, white rune paper, how can this Onmyoji's things be so miscellaneous!"

But only had time to have such a thought, I saw the Onmyoji rune paper buckled in his palm, waved forward, but did not make a move, and suddenly only heard the sound of wind and thunder explode, and a thin thunder light shot out from this paper talisman, and a soft sound of "poof" passed directly through the eyebrows of the Fire God Statue.

The fire statue that was still pressing down suddenly had a body, and then the courtyard howled wind and thunder, all of which returned to calm, and the fire image of "whew" dispersed, and from the position of the original head of the fire statue, a thin figure suddenly fell, but only in mid-air, gradually disintegrating into a little bit of fly ash, and the whole person slowly dissolved into heaven and earth, and disappeared.

The courtyard was as quiet as death, and the two elders Wang Li stopped their movements, staring blankly at the sky that was still gorgeous just now, as if they were still a little overwhelmed.

A helpless but relieved smile gradually appeared on Li Yunluo's face: "Hehe, there's still no way to dodge, he's coming at me, grandpa."

Before he could finish this sentence, suddenly two figures suddenly swept past both sides of Li Yunluo's body, and quickly rushed towards the Yin Yang Heavenly Master in the courtyard.

"Don't!" Li Yunluo only had time to shout, and before he could say more, he saw two figures flying back from the vicinity of the Onmyoji in unison, "poof" twice, and slammed on the courtyard wall.

Li Yunluo hurriedly looked back, only to see Wang and Li slumped weakly at the foot of the wall, bleeding from their seven orifices, and a big pit collapsed in their chests, but they were dying.

Ignoring the **** Hezhao who was walking towards him step by step, Li Yunluo turned around and staggered to the second elder's side, kneeling on the ground with a "poof", his hands trembled, and he wanted to go up to help the second elder, but he didn't dare to move, he was at a loss, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, and two lines of tears poured down his cheeks.

"Hehe, Panlongzi, if you don't resist in the first place, where did you come from so much killing, why bother" Onmyoji said lightly, and at the same time slowly raised a single palm.

"Amitabha Buddha ~ Heavenly Master, and slow down ~" At this moment, a solemn Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the sky, and then a "bang" broke out, and the barrier set up by the onmyoji was broken in an instant, and at the same time, there was a thin and tall figure in the courtyard.

"Who is the master, come to stir up the situation?" **** and Zhao's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly looked back at the figure.

"The poor monk Shaolin Desheng came to see off his old friend. With the kind voice coming, a plain robe, a figure floated past the ****, and instantly came to the vicinity of the second elder, which was the great monk of Shaolin Temple.

"Alas, the original brother, and the old brother Shi Hao, who I haven't seen for many years, is still too late for my brother~" A lifetime of lamentation slowly spit out from the mouth of the great monk.

"Hehe, Monk Hua, cough cough, I didn't expect to be able to see you when I was dying, and our kid will be saved when you come," Old Man Wang struggled, and every time he said a word, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, but his face was full of a down-to-earth smile.

"Alas, everything has a certainty, I told you that day, this time there will be a great danger, but you still insist on getting involved, you and my brother, I came just for this section of red dust" The great monk Desheng clasped his hands together, although his face was unwavering, but his eyes were shining with crystal.

"Grandpa Desheng, quick, save my two grandfathers, you will definitely be able to save them, right?" Li Yunluo sat slumped aside and asked in a trembling voice.

"Ahem, Xiaoluo, we are not saved, but we can see the great monk coming, we are relieved, you still have to walk by yourself in the future," Li Shihao said with great difficulty at this time.

"Grandpa, don't talk about it, let's go to the hospital first, now the medical treatment is very developed," Li Yunluo said at a loss.

"After you listen to me, you have to remember that this life is very long, no matter what sad things happen in the future, don't be too sad, because even if the sad things are long, there will always be people in the past, and people will live to the future," Grandpa Li said intermittently, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Oh, I want to tell you, there are a lot of things, but, I don't have time to say it, Xiaoluo, you have to pay attention to your body in the future, and ah" Grandpa Li said with difficulty, but his voice was getting lower and lower, and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

"Grandpa, grandpa" At this time, Li Yunluo was only choked up and repeatedly shouted, completely at a loss.

"Alas, that's it, in our life, we have had a hard life and a good life, and it can be regarded as having no regrets" With this sentence spit out, the old man Li Shihao, who is both serious and kind on weekdays, slowly stopped breathing, and his body gradually softened.

"Hehe, monk, visit your brother and sister when you have time, don't forget to recite the scriptures to me, there is a monk, brother, you can recite the scriptures," Old Man Wang said this, suddenly his body shook, he wanted to inhale but couldn't breathe, and slowly, his body also went limp.

"Grandpa~"

A terrible cry came out of Li Yunluo's mouth, tears blurred his eyes, and a huge sadness surged up from his chest.

"Alas~" A sigh sounded, and the great monk of "Nan Wu Amitaba Night" clasped his hands together and lightly recited the mantra of death.