Brothers wash white every day [Transmigration Book]

Here, Gong Xuanming raised his eyes to look into the air as if aware of something, he felt a prying gaze, which gave him a very bad premonition.

Gong Xuanming sped up the speed, but these puppet golden cores seemed to be endless, killing wave after wave.

Gong Xuanming was afraid that they would run out and harm others, and he was most afraid that they would find out about Zhu Qingzan and spare no effort to strangle them all.

Those monks who didn't escape saw Gong Xuanming like a bloody god, while resisting, they also looked at Gong Xuanming with some fear.

After all, this person is still an evil cultivator in the final analysis. In their cognition, evil cultivators are equally heinous, and everyone can be punished.

I don't know how long it took, the puppet monks in this space were killed by Gong Xuanming, and then he patted Ji Wuming, who had been carried on his back, and Ji Wuming fell into a coma, and Gong Xuanming's heart sank He sank, and with a movement of his divine sense, he rushed out directly.

The monks followed closely behind.

Gong Xuanming got rid of those monks and took Ji Wuming directly to the inn. On the way, he met Wu Jing who was coming back.

"I leave it to you, what happened, you know the consequences." After saying that, Gong Xuanming handed Ji Wuming over to Wu Jing, and with a movement of his mind, he followed the direction Zhu Qingzan left.

Here, Zhu Qingzan has already moved all the clay sculptures out of the Wanshen Temple. The clay sculptures piled up there made his legs weak, and he could only tell which one was his junior from the ferocious expressions of those clay sculptures.

Probably Zhu Qingzan's eyesight was clumsy, he looked at each of them but couldn't tell which one was his junior brother.

Shui Hanqiu watched Zhu Qingzan walking back and forth in front of him many times, and his junior and junior brothers kept shouting, and frowned when they saw him, and said, "It's so ugly!"

Shui Hanqiu: ...

He thinks that he is still good-looking, how come he becomes really ugly when it comes to his senior brother.

Shui Hanqiu was speechless to ask the sky.

Zhu Qingzan consumed too much spiritual power. Standing in a pile of clay sculptures, she felt her scalp tingling. Not to mention, the pile of clay sculptures in the wilderness is really scary.

Just when Zhu Qingzan was about to notify his junior brother, the Wanshen Temple finally shrank completely, leaving only a few Buddhist beads.

Seeing this, Xiao Bai slid in with piercing eyes, swallowed the beads one by one, and chewed them along the way.

Zhu Qingzan was afraid that it would ruin his stomach, so he yelled "Don't eat it", Xiaobai immediately looked at him aggrieved, Zhu Qingzan's scalp became numb for a while, and he chewed it again, making a crisp "crack" sound. ring.

Zhu Qingzan: ...

Okay, he also knows that Xiaobai has good teeth, but he is a little afraid that he will spoil his stomach.

He looked at the empty land, the evil cultivator was gone, and the vines he made with wood spirit roots were also gone, could it be that he ran away?

Zhu Qingzan looked at the direction of Wanshen Temple with heavy eyebrows, and for the first time had doubts about his soul. What is so special about his soul?

One time can be said to be nonsense, but the second time...

Zhu Qingzan patted himself on the head. Why are he thinking so much now? There are so many clay sculptures here, and he doesn't know how many are still alive. He has to speed up and get the people who are still alive.

Zhu Qing began to search again. There was not much spiritual power left in his pill sea, and he could clearly feel the exhaustion. He walked among the clay sculptures again. The clay sculptures had different shapes, and without exception, they all showed some Frightened, Zhu Qingzan gradually felt her scalp go numb.

He used his spiritual power to search one by one, but it was still the same as before. He knew that these clay sculptures contained people, but he couldn't tell whether the people inside were alive or dead.

Zhu Qingzan's head grew bigger and bigger, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Junior brother..." Zhu Qingzan called softly, but no one answered.

Xiao Baipan stood aside, but he didn't help either.

When the sky was completely dark, there was a rustling sound, and Xiao Bai raised his drooping head vigilantly. Zhu Qingzan was startled, and he fled and hid himself in the clay sculpture.

"Eh? What's going on? Where's the main hall?" A rough voice came, Zhu Qingzan huddled behind the clay sculpture and poked out half of his head cautiously, and saw seven or eight evil cultivators appearing in front of them, all of them had fallen faces. The magic seal, I don't know how many bad things he has done, the evil spirit on his body seems to have affected the facial features, and everyone's expression has become very evil.

Zhu Qingzan couldn't see through their cultivation bases, and he didn't dare to release his spiritual knowledge. He couldn't see through them, which could only show that these people's cultivation bases were much higher than his.

Zhu Qingzan pursed his lips tightly. He had thought about summoning the little black flood dragon to help many times, but he was a little afraid of hurting Luoxuezong.

"Old Yang is dead!" One of the evil cultivators entered the disappeared hall and took out a bead from it.

One of the eight people turned his head to look at the clay sculptures piled up at the door, squinted his eyelashes slightly, and motioned to the other seven people, and the eight people walked towards Shangqian clay sculptures.

Zhu Qingzan held his breath and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. Before, one evil cultivator almost killed him, but now there are eight of them at once. Isn't Zhu Qingzan jumping out now to deliver food?

Zhu Qingzan glanced back and forth over the clay sculpture, and saw the clay sculpture he said was ugly winked at him.

Zhu Qingzan:? ? ? ?

Shui Hanqiu is now extremely grateful that Zhu Qingzan finally saw him, but the timing was wrong.

"Come out, I see you!" A voice suddenly sounded from Zhu Qingzan's left. Zhu Qingzan froze and tilted his head stiffly, and saw Xie Xiu on his left looking at him with a smile on his face.

Shui Hanqiu: ...

Zhu Qingzan: ...

He knew he couldn't hide for long, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Xiaobai blinked his vertical pupils, and tilted his head slightly to look at Zhu Qingzan.

"Cough!" Zhu Qingzan coughed uncomfortably, feeling very guilty. He stood up from the clay sculpture and said to the evil cultivators, "Hello!"

"Hey, a little golden elixir!" The leader, Xie Xiu, laughed so lewdly that Zhu Qingzan's scalp went numb.

Zhu Qingzan turned his head and glanced at the clay sculpture he had just seen. His eyes were worried, and the abnormalities that could not be seen during the day seemed to be fully visible at night.

Zhu Qingzan's heart moved slightly, a little nervous, but he tried his best to keep calm on the face, he didn't know what happened to his junior brother, so he couldn't get confused now.

Zhu Qingzhan walked out, deeply dissatisfied with the teasing and undisguised obscenity in their mouths, and suddenly regretted changing his appearance back, he should continue to face that disgusting face , at least he won't face the situation of being so aboveboard and masturbating.

The Xiexiu headed by him walked towards Zhu Qingzan, and Zhu Qingzan clearly smelled a similar smell from him before.

"He looks good." His hand touched Zhu Qingzan's face, making Zhu Qingzan suddenly feel cold all over.

His hands were too cold, not like living hands at all, more like they had just been fished out of the ice.

Zhu Qingzan froze and didn't move, but his eyes swept over several evil cultivators. When he got close to Zhu Qingzan, he saw that all of these evil cultivators had the same style of scimitars hanging from their waists. There was an incomprehensible shape on the handle The imprint of the knife is like countless slender snakes extending from the handle to the scabbard, and there are traces of scarlet gas.

Zhu Qingzhan didn't respond, and her heart slowly raised. These people must have something to do with the giant slug last night. I haven't seen any evil cultivators in the city during the day, but they came out at night. Zhu Qingzhan doesn't believe it The city lord of Xiandu didn't know.

"You are very fragrant." Xie Xiu suddenly approached him and sniffed. Zhu Qingzan hadn't released her spiritual power at all now, and it was very disgusting to be smelled by him.

Zhu Qingzan smiled, "Maybe it's incense, do you want it? I still have it."

God damn incense, Zhu Qingzan does not need incense at all, and has no money to buy it.

Suddenly he remembered the soul that the evil cultivator said when he used his spiritual power, and also thought of the words Wu Jing said.

Could it be the smell of his soul?

Zhu Qingzhan pursed her lips tightly. He didn't know where his soul was, and he didn't believe that he was a so-called pure soul before, but now...

His eyes swept over the evil cultivators who surrounded him, he had to find a way, these evil cultivators obviously wanted to do something to him.

Zhu Qingzan has heard about the actions of evil cultivators, rape/fornication/robbing is light, and doing all kinds of evil is their normal behavior.

Shui Hanqiu, who was wrapped in the clay sculpture, understood it a long time ago, but with so many evil cultivators, his senior brother had spent too much spiritual power before, and he hadn't recovered from meditation. He had been looking for any living people inside the clay sculpture...

None of the eight evil cultivators had good intentions, and they didn't even care about the evil cultivators guarding the Wanshen Temple. Zhu Qingzan had already clenched his fists, Xiaobai was coiled on top of a clay sculpture, and his golden pupils stared coldly at those evil cultivators. , and they don't seem to notice it at all.

Zhu Qingzhan closed her eyes slightly, and reminded herself over and over again, don't panic, don't panic, he is not the only one who panics, most of the people who may still be alive here will die.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't bear the responsibility of so many lives.

Zhu Qingzan's heart trembled slightly, and a stiff and nervous smile appeared on his face, "You guys want to be with me..."

When he said this, his footsteps moved slightly towards the land of no one, but the evil cultivators did not respond.

They saw at a glance that Zhu Qingzan was not a Golden Core cultivation base, and after thinking about it, they were very sure that he would not be able to run away, so they couldn't help but emboldened, and said with a clever smile: "Why don't we go to a place where no one is there!"

Zhu Qingzan was disgusted by his pretentious appearance, and his scalp was really numb. He still learned this trick from those Wanwans in Guiyanlou, which he visited once.

Several evil cultivators laughed loudly when they heard the words, "You know current affairs very well!" After finishing speaking, the leading evil cultivator hooked Zhu Qingzan's shoulders, hugged him and walked in the direction of no one. Unannounced to keep up.

In the darkness, Zhu Qingzan's eyes sank a little, and he turned his head to glance at the clay sculpture that he saw moved just now, and he was ruthless.

He knew that his spiritual power had not recovered now, and there would be no good fruit for head-to-head encounters. Now he only hoped that these evil cultivators were out of their minds, but this hope was obviously very slim.

In the land of no one, the evil cultivator turned Zhu Qingzan to face him, and threatened to kiss him.

Zhu Qingzan stretched out his hand to block it, and said with a smile: "Would you like to listen to a song to cheer you up?"

Zhu Qingzan shook the blue flute in his hand. He has practiced the flute recently, and the sound is much better than before. He only hopes to be able to use it a little bit.

The evil cultivator headed by him obviously didn't like this, and rushed towards Zhu Qingzan directly.

Zhu Qingzhan's figure retreated suddenly, with the flute lying across his lips, it was impossible for him to have sex with evil cultivators, the sharp sound of the flute suddenly came from his lips, and the murderous intent raged in the sound of the flute.

This was the first time that Zhu Qingzan showed a strong killing intent, and the remaining spiritual power suddenly condensed in the breath between her lips, wreaking havoc on this world.

One sword is hard to defeat eight swords, Zhu Qingzan is very clear, but the sound of the flute may not be.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Shui Hanqiu was very disturbed. He knew that his senior brother lacked a brain, and he always tried to catch fish in his cultivation. The chance of surviving the eight evil cultivators at once was very slim.

Brother, brother, brother...

Shui Hanqiu panicked, and couldn't help but want to break through the clay sculpture, but the spiritual power released was like a stone sinking into the sea, it didn't have any effect at all, the mud that wrapped him was gradually fixed on his face, and it was almost on the verge of breaking through his body. The nasal passages are sealed together.

Shui Hanqiu was helpless, and the other clay sculptures began to vibrate vigorously at night as if they were alive, but they fell silent after a while. Shui Hanqiu knew that those people had the same thoughts as him and wanted to rush out forcefully.

But they are too weak, really too weak, they can't rush out at all.

Where's the junior brother?Where is his junior brother?

Isn't the junior brother with the senior brother?Where did little brother go?

The only thing Shui Hanqiu could move was one eyeball, and his eyesight was limited, so he couldn't see what was going on at Zhu Qingzan's side at all. There were only piercing flute sounds and "bang bang" explosions in his ears.

Zhu Qingzan was slapped by the eight evil cultivators, and he flew backwards like a rag doll, spitting out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

The breath of soul breath on his body is very strong, accompanied by his spiritual power raging in this space.

The eight evil cultivators looked at him with excited eyes, and said in a helpless and excited way: "Soul breath, soul breath, he is actually a person with a pure soul."

Zhu Qingzan reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and clenched his teeth, his internal organs hurt as if they had been crushed.

There are eight evil cultivators, each of whom is higher than him.

Could it be that he is going to die here today?

Zhu Qingzan didn't believe it.

He didn't believe it.

There was a strange change in Zhu Qingzan's body, the soul breath that had been released wantonly just now disappeared suddenly, Zhu Qingzan stood up staggeringly holding his chest, with a chuckle on his blood-stained face, he tilted his head slightly, Looking at the excited eight evil cultivators opposite, he can no longer implicate others, his life is his, even if he dies, he will not let these evil cultivators succeed.

Zhu Qingzan lowered his eyelashes, tried his best to gather spiritual power in his palms, and let out a forbearable shout from his throat. He made a seal with his fingertips, and slapped his hands hard on the ground. Countless vines rose from the ground, and those vines turned into Like a thorn, it ravaged towards the eight evil cultivators like a swimming snake.

Those evil cultivators were startled when they saw this. The two evil cultivators were unprepared and were directly entangled by the vines. Zhu Qingzan clenched his lips, tightened his left hand fiercely, and those vines also tightened, and the hooks that pierced the skin were buried deeply. , Zhu Qingzan clenched her teeth, waved her other hand, and the vines seemed to have eyes, following the evil cultivators who were constantly darting.

Zhu Qingzan just felt that his eyes were blurred, he couldn't die, he couldn't die so aggrieved, and he couldn't let these evil cultivators do anything to him.

His eyes were slack, and a voice suddenly sounded in his head, "Qingzan, give up, let me take over your body."

That voice tore at his brain, as if trying to split him in two.

Zhu Qingzan felt tearing pain all over his body.

He was afraid of pain, and now it was so painful that he couldn't even howl.

The voice seemed to be full of temptation, and he laughed softly in his mind.

Gradually, Zhu Qingzan felt that his vision began to blur. He bit his lips, and the sweet blood spread from his mouth. The vines flew out from the ground, and slapped the ground one by one, making a crater.

Zhu Qingzan really had no time to look after him. Enduring the tearing pain, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you?"

This person's voice is very familiar to him. He had appeared before when he was in the secret realm with his junior brother. Why?Who is that voice, why does he want his body, and what is so good about his body.

The evil cultivators were stunned by Zhu Qingzan's behavior. Although it was just an ordinary golden elixir, it was comparable to a few of them Nascent Soul.

Even with a pure soul, a mere golden core would not be so strong.

The evil cultivators looked at each other, and all pulled out the scimitars around their waists, and the snake-like red silk thread quickly wrapped around the blade the moment the knife was unsheathed.

Zhu Qingzan suddenly felt a chill coming towards him from all directions.

He held back the pain, and formed a seal between his hands, and the vines weaved into a net in mid-air, covering all the evil cultivators who swept up in the mid-air.

"boom--"

The huge explosion shook the ground, and Zhu Qingzan's vines were cut off by the evil cultivators the moment they were under the cover. Zhu Qingzan only felt the pain of Dan Hai, and he couldn't help but back up, opening his mouth to see a stream of blood.

"Accept me, let me help you!" That charming voice was still lingering in Zhu Qingzan's mind.

Zhu Qingzan's eyes were red, and the evil cultivators wielding scimitars all swept across the sky, and they were about to slash at Zhu Qingzan.

Enduring the tyrannical pain all over his body, Zhu Qingzan swept back quickly, and the blood he vomited wet his front. He gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

The body is his, the soul is his, and he won't give it to anyone, won't give it up, won't give it up.

Zhu Qingzan's right hand slid across his chest, and a long wooden sword appeared in his hand. He watched them all rushing towards him, with an excited and vicious evil cultivator on his face, sacrificing all the spiritual power in his body When mobilized, the long sword was divided into dozens and plundered in mid-air, and with a movement of divine sense, it slammed down all the evil cultivators rushing towards it.

The long sword sank into the ground, and all the vines withered. The two evil cultivators were unable to dodge and were stabbed by the wooden sword. Zhu Qingzan's hand imprint changed. The long sword that was not in the evil cultivator's body grew rapidly like a seed, and the vines grew from his body. The bloody vines raged violently, and the sound of wailing shook the world.

Zhu Qingzan's eyes were already very blurry, he only knew that he couldn't die, and he didn't want to die, let alone die humiliatingly at the hands of these evil cultivators.

"Get off, get off, get off!" The raging vines cooperated with the tyrannical Zhu Qingzan, and the remaining six evil cultivators looked at Zhu Qingzan like this, and they suddenly backed away, their eyes full of surprise.

Zhu Qingzan twisted his neck stiffly. His neck was very stiff, and his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties. His walking became difficult. With just one step, Zhu Qingzan knelt down on one knee, and a deep pit appeared under his knee.

The evil cultivators looked at Zhu Qingzan in disbelief. There were many invisible things hanging on his body, like a cloud of fog, and it looked like a shape, but they knew what it was. Something unmatched.

"Go... hurry..." The leader of the evil cultivators coveted Zhu Qingzan's soul breath, and his soul was even more greedy, but when faced with such a terrifying thing, they still chose to run for their lives without hesitation.

Zhu Qingzan's consciousness gradually became blurred, he couldn't see what was on him, he could only see the six people trying to escape.

escape?

Don't run away!

Want to hurt someone again?No, one of his juniors is still inside, so he is not allowed.

Zhu Qingzan shouted loudly with all his strength, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly turned into dozens of hands in his seal gesture, and fled toward them as if he had eyes The figure flew away quickly.

Hearing only six sounds of "噗噗", Xie Xiu turned his head in disbelief, and saw Zhu Qingzhan as if he had been fished out of blood, as if he had no idea that he was being swallowed and bitten by something unknown.

With a smile on the corner of Zhu Qingzan's mouth, he was proud of being able to deal with eight evil cultivators, but in the next moment, he fell towards the ground in front of him.

It hurts too much, he hurts too much, it seems like there is no perfect place on his body.

Junior brother, will he encounter danger like him?

There are a lot of immortals. Except for his two-three-four-five-six junior brother who came in with tokens, the lowest level of cultivation is Jindan, but his junior brother is already a Nascent Soul, so there should be... no... danger right!

When Gong Xuanming saw that Zhu Qingzan was covered in blood and there were eight corpses of evil cultivators, his heart twitched violently.

When Wu Jing came, he was so shocked by the miserable scene in front of him that he couldn't say a word. It was hard to imagine that Zhu Qingzan did it.

There were two corpses that looked like they had been torn apart, with broken limbs strung on vines, and the other six were ugly, with vines growing from their bodies and nailed to the ground.

Wu Jing swallowed with difficulty, Zhu Qingzhan had not a single intact part of his body, the wound on his body was pitted, as if he had been bitten by something, the wound was emitting faint black air, and a strong soul aura emanated from his body wreak out.

Gong Xuanming couldn't hide his heartache, looking at Zhu Qingzan who was covered in injuries, as if he couldn't find a place to hold him, he just squatted in front of him, his throat was slightly choked, and he called softly: "Senior brother~"

Zhu Qingzan seemed to feel something, and moved her fingers slightly, but couldn't make a sound.

Wu Jing knew what happened at a glance. He pursed his lips and walked to Zhu Qingzan's side, accumulating strength in his palms, blocking his raging soul breath back, "I told you to carry the hidden talisman with you, why are you Don't listen."

Zhu Qingzan was delirious from the pain, the voice disappeared, but the intense pain swept him into the cradle of pain like a tide.

It really hurts.

"What are you doing in a daze? Get him back!" Wu Jing didn't know what he was in a hurry for. Zhu Qingzan's soul breath leaked out. It is impossible for people in Xiandu not to notice the overflowing smell. Surrounded by cultivators, they want to avoid that situation.

Now most of the people in Xianmen already know the soul breath, if people know that he is here...

Wu Jing twirled the butterfly in his palm, ready to inform Mozong, but was crushed by someone's palm in the next moment.

Gong Xuanming's eyebrows were gloomy and cold. He looked at Wu Jing with a slightly cold tone: "What are you doing?"

"I……"

Wu Jing looked at Gong Xuanming's expression as if he knew everything, and fell silent.

"Get him back first." Wu Jing stuffed another hidden talisman on Zhu Qingzan's body, but the current hidden talisman was too bad for Zhu Qingzan, and it became more difficult for him to release his soul breath every time he released it. Suppression, all the time...

Gong Xuanming watched Wu Jing want to help him, his actions looked rough and careless, Gong Xuanming suppressed the bloodthirsty killing intent in his heart, squatted down and said: "I'll do it." Then Wu Jing was squeezed away .

Wu Jing: ...