After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

Everyone was almost stunned by his shameless remarks.

Lin Lang admired everyone's faces with satisfaction, and finally waved his hands lazily: "Okay, I'm not calling you here to let you be buried with me, but to give you a chance."

He paused, his gaze swept across everyone present like a poisonous snake, and he curled his lips coldly: "Next, I will open the ascension channel, and you can go in and directly suffer the ascension disaster, or you can stay for the secret realm and Bai The tower was buried with him."

"Choose."

At some point beside Lin Lang, a girl in a pink dress appeared.The girl lowered her head, moved a chair over respectfully, and asked Lin Lang to sit down.

Lin Lang sat on the chair, watching the changing faces of the people in his spare time.

The girl standing behind him raised her head inadvertently, her gaze met Shen Qiuting's direction.

Shen Qiuting rolled his eyes, walked out of the crowd and said with a smile: "Is there such a good thing? Then I might as well be No.1."

Bai Guanchen grabbed his hand.

Shen Qiuting squeezed his hand lightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I have a measure."

Bai Guanchen hesitated for a moment, but finally let go of his hand.

Shen Qiuting would definitely not choose to enter the passage, he chose to go there at this time, it must be because he found some problems.

When the others saw Shen Qiuting stand up, they all started whispering, and several upright monks even turned black on the spot.

Lin Lang didn't seem to expect that Shen Qiuting would be the first one to stand up. He narrowed his eyes and ordered Zhou Xiaoyun who was standing behind him, "Go over and open the door for my little uncle."

Zhou Xiaoyun showed no expression on her face, and replied respectfully: "Yes."

When Zhou Xiaoyun opened the door, Shen Qiuting sized her up and said abruptly, "This girl looks familiar."

Zhou Xiaoyun glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, and quietly retreated to Lin Lang's side.

Ji Mingchuan glanced at Zhou Xiaoyun vaguely, then lowered his eyes in a nonchalant manner, and stood there without making a sound.

Shen Qiuting turned his head to look at the wide-open door, and suddenly stopped when he pressed the door knocker, and turned his head and smiled at Lin Lang: "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that my cultivation base is too poor, and I have suffered the catastrophe of ascension." It's just death. It seems that this blessing will still be left to others."

After leaving these words, he Shi Shiran returned to the crowd without any sense of guilt at all.

Lin Lang stared at Shen Qiuting's back for a while, but he didn't have a seizure. Instead, he raised his head and lazily reminded: "The door has opened. I will give you a stick of incense. I won't wait after the expiration date."

For a long time, no one made a sound.

No matter what Lin Lang said is true or not, with the opportunity of ascension in front of him, it is hard for anyone not to be tempted.

Shen Qiuting hid in the crowd, with his wide sleeves hanging down, using spiritual power to turn the things in his hands into ashes bit by bit.

More than half of the time for a stick of incense has passed, and someone finally stood up in the silence.

It's Qin Su.

She looked at Lin Lang with no expression on her face: "I choose Ascension."

Shen Huazui couldn't help cursing: "I'm not afraid of being struck to death by the thunder."

Now is the time when people's hearts are unstable, she is the first to stand up, and she will always follow in with some confusion.

Not to mention that their power to fight against Lin Lang has been greatly weakened, who knows if the so-called early ascension is a scam.

Tan Su seemed to have heard the voice, and turned her head to look at Shen Huazui, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "I don't have that much energy, just worry about myself, it's none of my business whether other people can ascend or not."

Lin Lang looked at her, as if he was looking at something else through her, but in the end he just said wearily: "Since you have made your choice, go there by yourself."

Qin Su no longer cared about the various gazes behind her, and walked towards the door.

At this moment, Shen Qiuting suddenly turned his head and gave Bai Guanchen a wink.

Bai Guanchen nodded slightly, and then the spirit sword in his hand came out of the sheath without warning, and the sword went straight to Lin Lang's throat.

Lin Lang's expression changed, and he stood up immediately to avoid the blow.

The spirit sword brushed against the side of his neck lightly, leaving a light bloodstain.

His eyes turned cold, but his tone was soft and puzzled: "Master, what are you doing?"

Bai Guanchen didn't even frown when he heard what he said, he withdrew the spirit sword, changed direction and attacked again.

Seeing the accident, the others quietly held the life-saving things in their hands.

Daoist Qingxu frowned and stared at the wound on the side of Lin Lang's neck for a while, and suddenly saw something.He was about to open his mouth to remind others, when he heard Shen Qiuting's casual voice resounding through the audience under the influence of spiritual power: "Can't you see it? The power in Lin Lang's body is not as evil as he shows. If you still stand still now, you have really fallen into his trap."

Most of the people present were regarded as masters of one side, even if they couldn't see it at first, they understood after Shen Qiuting's point, and rushed forward with weapons in hand.

The scene instantly became chaotic.

After testing Lin Lang's strength, Bai Guanchen withdrew from the crowd, and turned his sword to block Ji Mingchuan who was about to come to support him.

Ji Mingchuan slashed at the spirit sword, and said something unclear: "Your brother is very interesting."

Bai Guanchen's tone was calm and unwavering: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the high priest."

Ji Mingchuan smiled and took a step back without saying anything.

After beating for a while, Bai Guanchen suddenly frowned. He vaguely felt that although Ji Mingchuan looked the same as usual on the surface, it seemed that he hadn't used all his strength.

Shen Qiuting looked around and saw that there was no room to besiege Lin Lang, so he turned to find Zhou Xiaoyun who was also idle.

The two pretended to fight for a while, Shen Qiuting blinked at Zhou Xiaoyun under the shield of the weapon, and mouthed two words: "Thank you."

Zhou Xiaoyun parried his spirit sword indifferently, and nodded slightly when no one was paying attention to their side.

Just now he ventured to find Zhou Xiaoyun in full view, just to ascertain a fact.

If those blood jades were the sealed energy of the demon god, but now these energy are used to destroy the entire secret realm and the ascension passage, then it means that Lin Lang's own power will not be much left - and this is exactly what they came up with only chance.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiaoyun gave him an affirmative answer, so he dared to proceed with the follow-up exploration with confidence.

Although Lin Lang had lost most of his strength, he was still not to be underestimated. It didn't take long for him to find a flaw, and the dark devilish energy wrapped tightly around a monk in the encirclement like tarsal maggots.

"A Luo!"

Shen Huazui was unable to rescue her in time, and watched helplessly as her friend was tightly enveloped by the devilish energy, and rushed over without thinking.

"do not come!"

Jiang Luo was still calm, the devil's energy slowly penetrated into the meridians of the flesh and blood along her skin, the pain made her face turn pale involuntarily.

The magic energy gradually tightened, and the sound of bones being squeezed and broken could almost be heard.

Shen Huazui gritted her teeth, turned her head and threw the whip at Lin Lang's wrist.

The moment the whip touched Lin Lang's wrist, it was shaken away. Blood oozed from Shen Huazui's hand holding the whip. She didn't even look at the wound on her hand, and threw the whip away for the second time without hesitation. .

Daoist Qingxu saw that his apprentice was being bullied, so he immediately came to help.Bai Guanchen also stopped entangled with Ji Mingchuan, and came to save others instead.

With the addition of two Void Refining Stage cultivators, the strength of the two sides gradually equalized, and the situation gradually became stalemate.

The duel between the top monks directly formed an encircling circle, shaking all the rest of the monks away.

Shen Huazui was also forced to leave the battle circle, looking at Jiang Luo's direction anxiously.

If this stalemate continues... Jiang Luo will soon be unable to hold on.

At the very moment, an unknown source of spiritual power suddenly broke through the defense and hit Lin Lang's wrist. The balance was instantly broken. Lin Lang's hand was unstable, and the demonic energy controlled by his hand dispersed for a moment. Jiang Luo immediately seized the opportunity to escape.

Shen Huazui drew back the whip, lightly hooked Jiang Luo's waist and brought him to her side.

Daoist Qingxu also seized this momentary opportunity, turned the spirit sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at Lin Lang's weak spot, cutting off one of his hands with the sword.

Lin Lang didn't care about his broken hand, his eyes darkened.He looked around, and suddenly shot out a wave of devilish energy. Tan Su, who was hiding in the dark, trembled all over his body. It was as if his heart had been hit hard, and he was crushed into pieces in his chest bit by bit.

Everyone thought she had already entered the White Tower, but no one knew that she was hiding not far away, seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Even she herself didn't know why she chose to come back at the last moment before stepping into the White Tower, and why she chose to make a move when there was no need to make a move just now.

The spiritual power she released just now was an amulet given to the head of Tianyinmen by the ancestor of Tianyinmen. It was used to save her life in a critical moment, but after she used up one, there was no second one when she was attacked by Lin Lang.

In a dark place where no one knew, large streams of blood poured out of Qin Su's mouth, which soon stained her plain white dress red.

She frowned, and looked at the blood sprayed on her clothes in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, she fell down without warning, and her heart slowly stopped beating.

The corpse's eyes looked at the leaden sky in the secret realm, the pupils dilated and slowly lost focus.

Taking advantage of Lin Lang's momentary distraction when he was attacking, Daoist Qingxu slapped his heart with a merciless palm.

Lin Lang didn't notice, his fragile body spit out a mouthful of blood instantly.

His spirit had oppressed his body for too long, and his body was already on the verge of collapse. Daoist Qingxu's palm was like a lead wire, pulling out all the hidden dangers in his body, and almost his internal organs were twisted into a ball.

Lin Lang staggered back a few steps and was about to fight back when he was stabbed in the body by a spirit sword.

The spirit power on the spirit sword is not strong, the owner should be a low-level monk.

He subconsciously raised his hand to grab the blade of the sword that pierced his body, and a blood mist unconsciously formed in front of his eyes.

Being stabbed in the vitals by a low-level monk, even if he closed his eyes, he shouldn't make such a mistake.

But he ignored that there was a person present, who had been with him for more than ten years, so close that they were no longer wary of each other's breath.

Pei Zijun seemed to be frightened by the blood gushing out of Lin Lang's body, and subconsciously pulled out the spirit sword.

The spirit sword fell to the ground with a "clang".

Lin Lang lowered his eyes and glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, his mouth was choked with blood.

Pei Zijun stretched out his hand, as if wanting to help him, his hand trembled, but he didn't make any movement after all.

Little Martial Uncle is right, the one in front of him is no longer his Junior Brother.

Lin Lang stared at him with an indescribable gaze, but his body fell limply in front of him.

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