The brother I picked up is enchanted

it hurts......

A strong tingling sensation came from his limbs, making his heart constrict for a while. Compared with the pain that pervasively eroded his nerves, the bloody smell lingering at the tip of his nose made him feel more suffocated.

It was pitch black in front of him, as if his eyes were covered by a black veil, and he could only see a hazy figure standing in front of him, looking down at him from above.

He tried to move his hands, but his body didn't listen to him at all, and he couldn't move.

A cold hand pressed against his heart, and then a cold voice came from above, whispering like a ghost in his ear.

He said: "Your heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker, can you feel it? I said that I will drag you to be buried with me."

Meng Lingrong felt the spikes inserted into her chest go a little deeper, bringing out more scalding liquid.

The other party laughed maliciously: "After I dissipate, I will nourish the demonic energy of the world. After thousands of years, I will come back... The world you like will eventually become a hell, where demons will run rampant."

The pain was so strong that he couldn't hear the other person's voice clearly, and he could only rely on his will to hold on. He couldn't even think about where this place was and why he was here.

The black shadow suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the black veil, as if he wanted to lift something covering his eyes.

"Hehe, you think I'm an evil thing, and you don't even want to give me a look. I just want to take a look at you before it disappears, and finally let you go to the underworld with fear of me..."

Meng Lingrong's pupils shrank slightly, a light suddenly shot into his eyes, and a pale finger touched the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly he felt dizzy and dizzy, and when he reacted, the surrounding scene changed drastically.

In front of him stood a young man in black, holding a bloody long sword in his hand, looking at him indifferently.

"Why did you kill them?" he heard himself ask.

The boy in black turned and walked out: "They are alive, we are in danger."

"Didn't you think of other ways? Why must...must hurt the lives of these people." In his opinion, these are ordinary people with pure and kind nature.

"No, they must die." The boy in black said.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Meng Lingrong didn't know why she dreamed of such a long time ago.Because of this matter, he had a dispute with Luo Xuanchuan, and since then they have never met each other again.

He noticed that Luo Xuanchuan turned his head to look at him, opened his mouth slightly, and said a few words.

He froze for a moment, trying to listen carefully to what the other person said, but felt his head suddenly tingling, as if there were number flies flying around in his head, and then his eyes went black.

When the scene in front of him brightened up again, Meng Lingrong's pupils shrank, and just in time to meet a magnified handsome face, he slapped his freshly recovered hand without thinking.

"Ah!" The visitor screamed.

The familiar voice brought Meng Lingrong back to his senses. He blinked blankly, and then set his eyes on the only living person in front of him.

"Brother Meng, don't hit me, it's me!" Ye Feiyu squatted on the ground covering his face that had just been slapped, almost crying.

Meng Lingrong held his forehead and gave him a cold look: "Why are you here?"

He propped his head up and struggled to sit up on the bed, looking around.This is his training room, all the layouts he is familiar with, and there is no blood...

Seeing this, Meng Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief.He couldn't help recalling the scene just now in his mind, he seemed to have had two dreams.One was an unexplained dream, in which the hazy shadows and malicious whispers were all unfamiliar to him.

And the other was a long time ago, and if it wasn't for this dream, he wouldn't recall it.

He closed his eyes, and the ghost in the dream and the figure of the boy in black slowly overlapped, making Meng Lingrong's heart skip a beat, and soon he discarded all the thoughts in his mind.

The secret passage is just a dream, it can't explain anything.

Meng Lingrong suppressed the palpitations in her heart, and glanced at Ye Feiyu: "Why are you here?"

The person who came was his junior brother Ye Feiyu, who became a disciple of Venerable Xuanfeng of the Cold Cloud Sect five years ago.

You must know that the Cold Cloud Sect has been established for thousands of years and has a profound foundation. It is the place that the monks in the entire Fenglin Realm yearn for.The grand founding ceremony held every five years is enough to overwhelm others, and the disciples brought back by the Venerable himself are enough to show his extraordinary.

Ye Feiyu looked at him suspiciously. He felt that senior brother Meng was in a very bad state, with low air pressure all over his body, as if he was guarding against something.

"I just passed by." He whispered.

"to be frank."

"It's really not such a coincidence..." Ye Feiyu touched his nose, and then said: "But senior brother, when I came here, I found that your situation is not right. I was afraid that there was something wrong with senior brother, so I wanted to wake up senior brother."

But being slapped like this, Ye Feiyu felt aggrieved, so he could only lift his face up so that Meng Lingrong could see clearly the red slap marks on his face.

Meng Lingrong snorted coldly, "If it wasn't for you..."

I could hear what Luo Xuanchuan said at that time.

"But... what he said at that time has nothing to do with me." Meng Lingrong said in a low voice.And it was just a dream, he was the one who was dazed in the end.

"Brother Meng, what did you say?" Ye Feiyu gave him a suspicious look.

"What I'm talking about..." Meng Lingrong glanced at him and said coldly, "You should be lucky that you untied my saber when you helped me up the collapse, otherwise it would not have been as simple as a slap. "

Ye Feiyu shrank his neck in fright, then sat down opposite him, and said miserably: "Senior brother Meng, I thought we were so familiar. Senior brother's Zangtian must know me too, and he must be reluctant to hack me."

"Do you want to try?"

As Meng Lingrong finished speaking, the saber placed on the table suddenly lit up a little, and there was a slight buzzing sound when it vibrated on the table.

There are ancient characters engraved on the side of the scabbard, and anyone who knows it can recognize the words cold and hidden.

"Don't dare." Ye Feiyu quickly waved his hand, and then whispered to the saber on the table: "It's a pity that I took good care of it for you when Brother Meng was away. It really is a sword, inhumane, white-eyed wolf!"

Meng Lingrong curled her lips, and quickly pressed them down again.

"Junior Brother Ye, if you have nothing to do, please go back. Otherwise, I will tell Venerable Xuanfeng that you broke into another disciple's cave today."

Ye Feiyu exclaimed in surprise: "Don't, Senior Brother Meng, I say it's okay?"

Venerable Xuanfeng is his master, one of the five Venerable Masters of the Cold Cloud Sect, he has a high level of cultivation, but he treats his disciples very strictly. Venerable Xuanfeng is really very good, if brother Meng tells it, he will inevitably be punished.

Thinking of this, he could only tell the truth: "Junior Brother heard that Senior Brother Luo will also go to the Ten Trials..."

The breath around Meng Lingrong's body was a little cold, and she said in a low voice: "Why do you ask me, I don't know about this matter."

My junior joined the sect late, and I have never met Luo Xuanchuan, so I couldn't help being curious, but...

Meng Lingrong lowered her eyes and said in her heart: that guy, it doesn't matter if you see it or not.

Ye Feiyu scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "It was Venerable Fangyue who told me that you might know, Senior Brother Meng."

"you were tricked."

"Ah..." The boy in blue looked up in shock.

"Verun Fangyue must have thought you were annoying, so he deliberately pushed you to my place. If you don't believe me, go back and see if she is still there." Meng Lingrong said calmly.

Seeing the other party's shocked appearance, Meng Lingrong frowned: "You want to see Luo Xuanchuan so much? Why?"

Ye Feiyu nodded, hesitated for a long time and couldn't tell the reason.

He has long heard that Senior Brother Luo is as famous as Senior Brother Meng, but they have always been at odds. If Senior Brother Luo did something wrong to Senior Brother Meng, he must beat him up and give Senior Brother Meng a head start!

If he can't beat that guy...then wait until he is successful in cultivation before going to challenge Senior Brother Meng.

Meng Lingrong didn't necessarily mean to know the answer, but just pointed out the window: "Did you see the stone beast over there?"

Ye Feiyu nodded.

Meng Lingrong didn't know what came to her mind, and said softly: "Luo Xuanchuan is like that jade stone beast, with blue-faced fangs and a heart colder than jade."

"How is it possible! How can a person have blue-faced fangs, isn't that a monster?"

"Some fangs may not grow on the face for you to see." Meng Lingrong gave the other party a disgusted look, and found a reason to see off the guest directly.

Ye Feiyu, who was standing outside the door, thought more and more that senior brother Meng just used a stone beast to prevaricate him. In fact, Meng Lingrong really came to prevaricate him. After all, he and Luo Xuanchuan hadn't seen each other for many years. I can't remember clearly myself.

The only thing I remember is the eyes of the other party, which is so cold that it is not like a living thing. If you compare it with that kind of stone beast with fierce eyes, it will not wrong the other party anyway.

And that stone beast has been placed under this mountain for many years, if it is really like Luo Xuanchuan, he will get rid of it on the first day, otherwise he will not be afraid of having nightmares every day watching it.

In Meng Lingrong's sight, the jade slip placed on the table suddenly lit up and hung in front of him.A young man's voice came from the jade slip, his voice was soft but with unquestionable majesty.

The other party is the suzerain of the Cold Cloud Sect and also his biological father.

"Lingrong, go to Luanyunyuan and tell Xuanchuan about the trial of the Ten Sects. If he agrees, let him go out."

As soon as the words fell, the light of the jade slip dimmed instantly, and Meng Lingrong couldn't even say a word of rejection.

Luo Xuanchuan has been cultivating alone in Luanyunyuan these years. If it wasn't for the massive Golden Core Thunder Tribulation three years ago, none of his disciples would have known that there was another person under the cliff.

Meng Lingrong's face darkened, and she pinched the jade slip in her hand, and did not put it away until her fingers turned slightly white.

Luanyunyuan is located in the valley between the two peaks of the Cold Cloud Sect.

Meng Lingrong could feel a chilly aura just by getting close. The biting cold wind from all sides was separated by a barrier as transparent as water, not even a piece of clothing could be blown off.

The long sword floating beside him glowed blue, and after a while Meng Lingrong reached the bottom of the cliff with the sword.

A gust of wet and cold moisture came over his face, he frowned, and suddenly there was an extremely weak wind in his ear, aware of this, he quickly dodged to the side just to avoid the blow that greeted himself.

As for who was the one who suddenly attacked him... Besides Luo Xuanchuan, there may not be another person here.

Meng Lingrong snorted coldly, and didn't even think about hiding. Since the other party came up without any explanation and started to attack, then he would just subdue him and see if he didn't lie down obediently.

Soon Meng Lingrong realized that his previous thoughts were too outrageous, and the opponent's huge strength made it difficult for him to parry. Sometimes hitting the opponent was like hitting a mountain and cannot be shaken by a single point.

Both of them tacitly did not use their spiritual power, but simply fought with their body skills and physical strength. It didn't take long for the black shadow to grab his wrist and hit the stone wall directly, dropping a piece of gravel.

The pain of the wrist hitting the stone wall like this was largely eliminated by the shadow, but Meng Lingrong felt that the strength the other party was holding on to his wrist seemed to tear his hand off his arm.

His face darkened, he stared at the black shadow, and sneered in his heart: Is this a warning in disguise?

When Hei Ying let go of his hand, Meng Lingrong saw a circle of red marks on his wrist, and his face darkened instantly.The physique of a monk is different from ordinary people, not to mention that he is already at the golden core stage, and the other party can leave such marks on his wrist by relying on physical strength alone.

Just like a monster...

"The suzerain asked me to tell you that there will be ten trials soon, are you going or not?"

The black shadow didn't respond to him, but turned around and walked deeper, his back seemed to be filled with rejection.

Now that the words have been brought, it is expected that Luo Xuanchuan is unwilling to go, and according to Luo Xuanchuan's temperament, if he encounters an accident, it will only make the situation worse. This kind of person is a lone wolf wherever he goes, and he will cooperate That's weird.

And he didn't know if the disciples from the same sect asked Luo Xuanchuan for help, would the other party cast a cold glance and walk away.

He knew many years ago that people's hearts are warm, but there are too many things in the world that can't be warmed with sincerity.

Maybe Luo Xuanchuan is one of them.

When the bottom of the valley became silent again, the black figure leaned against the stone wall and raised his hand to the tip of his nose, as if taking a deep sniff.

In the darkness, his eyes suddenly brightened a little, like a trapped beast crawling in the abyss, looking out.