After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

Time back to a few moments ago.

Outside the enchantment of Chaoyin Pavilion, a man in red is trying to break the restriction at the entrance.

The disciple on duty found him, and saw that the man in front of him was pale, his temple hair was disheveled, and the black and blue under his eyes looked extremely tired.

After a close inspection, he realized that this person was the spiritual servant who had accompanied the head of Mo Xing before.

"Today is the grand ceremony for Lin Sishou to succeed the pavilion master, why are you outside the barrier?"

The disciple was puzzled.

Zhou Changming was momentarily at a loss for words when he asked him.

He didn't dare to stop all the way, for fear that he would be even half a minute slower than Tianjie, so he didn't pay attention to the news about Chaoyin Pavilion.

Is today... the day of great joy for him to become the Pavilion Master?

His heart throbbed slightly, he only hated himself for being too impulsive and stupid for missing so much.

Fortunately, the catastrophe has not yet arrived, and everything may still be too late.

"I was ordered by Chief Lin to go to the mortal world to deliver condolences. There were many casualties during the morning dew test, and you must know about it."

He made up a nonsensical reason, which sounded reasonable, and the disciple on duty hesitated for a moment before releasing the restraint for him.

Originally, he did not have the authority to open the island protection barrier, but today a large number of guests arrived, so the elders authorized several of their seniors to be responsible for welcoming the guests.

"You can move faster, the guests who came to the banquet have been in the venue for a long time."

The disciple muttered, "Anyway, Chief Lin is also your spirit master. You almost missed such an important moment. It's really incredible."

"Feel sorry……"

These words touched Shen Yan in his heart, Zhou Changming's expression was mournful, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

The important moment that I was absent was not limited to this one time?

Except for the three catastrophes where he replaced him with his body, what he did for Lin Chushu was really too little, too little.

But fortunately, there is still time for everything... Although I woke up a bit late, the catastrophe has not yet come.

No matter what price he pays, he will stay by Lin Chushu's side and face it with him.

Even if it is to give up everything, even if it is rejected... to be rejected.

He bid farewell to the disciples on duty, stepped on the ancient Shuangyun sword, and flew towards the direction where the Qiongwu Palace was located.

Every cell in his body was screaming for joy, his blood pulsed, his heart beat like a drum, and the strong wind that hit his face made his face hurt, but he didn't care.

With all eyes and hearts, there is only the supreme joy of seeing that person again.

However, it didn't take long before his forward speed suddenly stagnated.

An indescribable sense of oppression poured out, and strong resistance came from all directions. Zhou Changming felt as if he had fallen into a swamp, unable to move an inch.

What's going on, why did it suddenly...

Feeling something in his heart, he raised his head stiffly.

The sky above the head had darkened at some point.

The dense blue and red lightning circled and intertwined above, the thick and dull thunder rolled, and the clouds were green and green, heralding the coming of catastrophe.

The terrifying coercion of advanced Mahayana is simply not something he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, can bear.

The body suspended in the air suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhou Changming struggled to stand up, but his body was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up at all.

Even Shuangyun's ancient sword couldn't be manipulated, it turned into a stream of light and went back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

How could it be, he clearly calculated the speed of Jieyun's movement, and there was no delay on the way, so it should not be like this...

Could it be that because the object of the calamity is Lin Chushu, the catastrophe will also produce corresponding changes?

For example, the closer to him, the faster Jieyun will run?

Zhou Changming's heart sank heavily.

He couldn't... mustn't delay any longer!

Since he couldn't fly with the sword and couldn't stand up, even if he crawled, he must rush to Lin Chushu's side.

Holding up his upper body with difficulty, Zhou Changming looked at the long steps up the mountain with no end in sight in front of him, gritted his teeth and began to climb up with hands and feet.

The thin clothing was worn away by the stones, the fair skin was rubbed red and torn, and blood was slowly oozing from the dust-stained wound.

Even the effect of one body and one heart brought about by the spiritual deed is continuously tormenting him.

But Zhou Changming did not slow down for a moment.

The towering hillside dwarfed a little bit before my eyes.

When the majestic building in his field of vision gradually became clear, he saw the extremely familiar figure.

It is no longer a simple and white robe, but the beautiful black and red colors set off the noble air, so handsome that it is not like ordinary colors.

But at the same time, that person was also bathed in interlaced electric light.

He watched Lin Chushu trembling all over, tortured by the terrifying electric current and spiritual pressure, blood gushing out of the seven orifices, unable to support himself and knelt on the ground——

The heart throbbed instantly as if being pierced by a sharp sword.

"Xiaoshu——!"

He yelled heart-piercingly, every word was quenched with fire and blood, he struggled desperately to stand up, and stumbled over.

No matter what price you pay, you must bear it with him!

This is the only thought in Zhou Changming's mind.

But before he left, another person came to Lin Chushu's side.

It was Cen Yuzhou who was full of evil spirits and had hatred in his eyes.

From the calamity of the illusion to the death of Yi Jinlan, every step was carefully planned by him, in order to ruin that person's reputation and leave him without a place to die.

Why did he become the pusher to help his skill advance?

The rage almost made Cen Yuzhou lose his mind. Right now, he couldn't see any abnormalities in Lin Chushu's catastrophe, his eyes were full of eyes, and he only had the urge to get rid of this person.

If there is no this person in front of him, his way forward will be unimpeded.

He has worked so hard to manage until today, and finally reached this step, and will never allow any errors and accidents to appear.

There was a sudden flash of inspiration between the wrists, and the two black long knives were unsheathed in response to the sound, and a faint light flashed, straight for Lin Chushu's back heart.

This move fell into the eyes of others, and it was unavoidably misunderstood as imparting skills to prevent robbery, but only Xia Houkun and Yin Xiangrong could clearly feel the strong and substantive killing intent.

"Cen Yuzhou, stop!"

"You let me go!"

Yin Xiangrong desperately attacked Yukunsi's disciple who was entangled with him, not paying any attention to the purple and black spots that spread to his neck.

Xia Houkun, on the other hand, pursed his lips tightly, subconsciously clenched his spear with his fingers.

The development of the situation has exceeded everyone's expectations.

While the lightning that fell from the sky gave Lin Chushu great pain, it also formed an airtight barrier around him.

Cen Yuzhou slashed forward with his sword, and suddenly felt as if he had hit a solid wall head-on, and he flew back with the strong reaction force.

When he missed a hit, the fury in his heart became even worse, and he didn't even take a breath, so he gathered his strength to attack again.

It is the most vulnerable moment for that person when he is enduring the catastrophe.

Once he had achieved great power, it would be easy to find out the truth about Yi Jinlan's poisoning and the disaster of the Demon Heart Stone.

At that time, everything he planned would come to naught, and Cen Yuzhou couldn't afford such a consequence.

So even if the danger is extremely dangerous, he must end Lin Chushu here.

But this time, Cen Yuzhou was not so lucky.

Being attacked by the same spiritual power twice, Dujie Leiyun couldn't bear it, and the punishment of calamity that originally belonged to Lin Chushu suddenly split off and fell on him.

I saw a scarlet lightning strike vertically along his left shoulder blade like a sharp blade.

Facing such terrifying power, Cen Yuzhou's spiritual power to protect his body was useless. His limbs were torn apart like lightning cutting tofu, and his left arm fell to the ground with a muffled sound in a blink of an eye.

A tragic and inhuman wailing burst out from Cen Yuzhou's throat.

The skin and flesh of his left shoulder blade rolled over, blood spurted wildly, and the violent pain caused by it made him unable to think at all, and he began to convulse and roll all over the ground.

"Brother Cen!"

Xia Houkun was so frightened that his voice almost broke, the spear in his hand softened into a rope under the action of spiritual force, wrapped around Cen Yuzhou's waist like a snake, and pulled him back with his arms in a blink of an eye.

He hastily tapped on Cen Yuzhou's big acupoint near the wound to stop the bleeding.

Seeing that the man was not only injured in flesh and blood, but even the spiritual veins on his shoulders were completely damaged, he immediately ignored Lin Chushu, carried him on his back and rushed to the Miao Medical Bureau.

This episode quickly aroused criticism from everyone.

While being surprised by the development of the situation, they also consciously retreated one after another, wishing to be farther away from this terrifying cloud of calamity, and farther away.

Taking advantage of the loose defense, Yin Xiangrong was finally able to break free from the restraints, but she had only just taken a few steps when a fishy smell rushed up her throat.

She lowered her head, uncontrollably vomited purple-black dirty blood, and knelt on the ground with weak knees.

"Master!!"

Che Jingshu squeezed through the crowd with all her strength, and rushed forward to hug her precarious body tightly.

The previous consumption of spiritual power regardless of the cost has caused the poison of the magic heart stone to spread rapidly in Yin Xiangrong's body.

The markings that originally only extended to the left arm have quietly covered the slender jade neck, and even the color of the edge has a tendency to spread continuously.

"Jingshu...quick...Achu..."

Yin Xiangrong was gasping for breath, the toxin of the Demon Heart Stone surging in her body made her in agony, her body was hot and cold, trembling like a butterfly with broken wings.

Even so, she still couldn't let go of Lin Chushu's safety.

Che Jingshu couldn't help shaking her head, and hugged her tremblingly tighter, tears streaming down her face.

The majesty of the Mahayana catastrophe is not something they can contend with today.

She rolled up her sleeves to wipe away the blood stains from Yin Xiangrong's lips, and the gentle spiritual power penetrated into Yin Xiangrong's body, easing her pain.

And at this moment, Lin Chushu, who was shrouded in lightning, suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

His field of vision was hazy, but his eyes precisely fell on Zhou Changming who was not far away.

In the pervasive pain, he struggled to raise his hand and pressed hard on his heart.

There is the spiritual contract between him and Zhou Changming.

When the spiritual master and the spiritual servant are too disparate in cultivation, the life-and-death companionship characteristic of the spiritual deed will be stimulated to the extreme.

Zhou Changming, who has received a lot of blood from him, undoubtedly has a closer connection with him.

But extremes lead to opposites, and under the confrontation of two extreme forces, he instead gained the dominance of the spiritual deed.

In other words, even if his own life is safe, he can still control Zhou Changming through the power of the spiritual deed and take his life.

When he fell into the abyss of despair in the past, he didn't have such thoughts.

Throughout his life, he was mostly accompanied by the dark night, and every starlight piercing the long night made him wonder whether it was real or fantasy.

Every reunion with Zhou Changming, every day with him, makes him happy, and the poison is getting deeper and deeper, fearing that the next moment will be lost unexpectedly.

Years of worrying about gains and losses, suffering and torment, had already brought his spirit to the verge of collapse.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why the demons took advantage of the void.

I can't remember how many times, when his luck was disordered and he became obsessed, he could always catch a glimpse of the black color of the abyss in the endless confusion and pain.

Why did it come to this point, why did it agree to build the blood defense array?

Is it because the head of Mo Xing has the world in his heart and is selfless, or has he seen through everything and has nothing to worry about?

Lin Chushu raised the corners of his lips slightly.

He used to do everything he could to destroy his future, deceive himself and others, abandon his pride and suppress his desires, and only hoped that Zhou Changming would stay for him and look at him more.

But now, he is tired after all.

It's not that I didn't give Zhou Changming a chance.

But maybe it's because of the restriction in the sea of ​​consciousness, maybe that person's feelings are not strong enough, whenever he is faced with a choice, he is always the one who is abandoned,

Not to mention that day, Zhou Changming resolutely left.

He thought his heart was already dead, but the moment he caught a glimpse of the fiery red dress, he realized that it was still beating and oozing blood.

But he couldn't take a step forward.

The five fingers that were touching the heart suddenly gathered together and shook it.

The lingering pain disappeared without warning, Zhou Changming was taken aback, and the blood on his face faded away immediately.

Lin Chushu actually cut off the spiritual contract unilaterally.

The blood in the body is so quiet, and there will never be any waves due to the catastrophe.

But at the same time that he wanted to rush forward, the strands of spiritual power had turned into a net, binding him firmly in place, unable to move.

"Xiaoshu... Lin Chushu! Let me go!"

Zhou Changming struggled with all his strength, and the thick black hair fell messily on the ground:

"Please, don't leave me alone..."

He cried terribly, but nothing reached Lin Chushu's ears.

Wave after wave of thunder calamity power has completely destroyed his meridians, and if it lasts for a while, it will invade the sea of ​​consciousness and destroy his spiritual power and even his soul.

However, everything was just like what Yi Jinlan said, when his body and spirit were on the verge of limit, that strange enlightenment reappeared.

A large number of complicated emotions came along with the surge of spiritual power, whether tenderness, anxiety, joy, or pain, all poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This kind of feeling can hardly be described in words. Everything that had nothing to do with him seemed to be gathered together because of this catastrophe, and then depended on him for life and death.

And driven by this powerful force of faith, the bottom of the soul deeply rooted in the sea of ​​consciousness has a faint tendency to loosen.

The moment of life and death is at this moment.

Lin Chushu was startled suddenly, his eyes widened.

As the lightning passed, every inch of his skin was swept by blazing flames.

Numerous fine wounds slowly ooze out from the bone to the flesh, and countless spiritual currents emerge from the body, tearing the body apart.

One, two, three, four... thousands of cuts.

In the haze of blood, Lin Chushu stretched out his hand in the direction of Zhou Changming, as if he wanted to grab something, but also seemed to be pushing away from it.

He swayed and fell down abruptly.

Blood color spread along the pale fingertips, and the lingering electric light gradually weakened, and then disappeared in the dark clouds.

But with it, there is also the vitality of the body.

Zhou Changming was caught off guard and fell to the ground as soon as the force that restrained his body was loosened.

He raised his head again, tears welling up in his eyelashes.

The author has something to say: The catastrophe is almost over!

Peace of mind, Xiao Shu is fine, let’s start the crematorium next~

Look where the little angels are~