Ten thousand people think that the brother is reborn

Luo Yunzhou took a few steps back, evened his breath, and looked at this person without any trace.

The person who came walked very lightly and breathed evenly, so he must have a kung fu technique, but there was no demonic aura around him, which meant he was a Taoist cultivator.

He only felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, he had probably met him before.

But the man's words just now contained endless malice, as if he came to seek revenge.

It's just that Luo Yunzhou has never been good at making enemies for hundreds of years, so how could he provoke him?

Master Zhuohua pressed the empathy fan to his lips, and smiled softly.

"But I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, why did you forget me?" Master Zhuohua's tone changed slightly, and he said word by word: "When you see Master, but you are not polite, you should be punished."

Uncle?Luo Yunzhou frowned, his eyes were sharp, no wonder he felt familiar, he was the head of Xuanwei Sect.

Master Zhuohua looked at Luo Yunzhou's slightly changed expression, and there was a little evilness in his smile: "But, remember?"

Although this is a rhetorical question, the tone is firm.

Luo Yunzhou's fingertips condensed spiritual power, and he regained his strength because of it. The youth's lips were still slightly pale at this moment, and his whole body looked very weak at this moment.

He said softly: "I don't know what your Excellency said?"

Master Zhuohua raised his eyebrows, his tone was a little low, and he restrained his smile: "You don't have to play dumb with me, the technique of concealing the face has long since dissipated."

"..." Luo Yunzhou didn't answer, but took a few steps back cautiously.

Master Zhuohua didn't pay much attention to Luo Yunzhou's small movements, and his eyes gradually shifted to another person.

I saw Shen Mohan still looking alert, his eyes like a lone wolf.

Master Zhuohua narrowed his eyes and took two steps closer: "What are you waiting for? Huh?"

This is a bit of a nonsense, and I don't know who I said it to.

But Shen Mohan's figure moved, and he closed his eyes forbearance, his hands trembling a little.

Luo Yunzhou thought for a moment, although he didn't know what Master Zhuohua meant, he still grabbed Shen Mohan's arm and said, "Let's go!"

"Heh," Master Zhuohua sneered as if he had seen something extremely funny, "Don't you think you're really in love with him?"

After the words fell, Shen Mohan moved stiffly, like a marionette without any emotion.

He waved Luo Yunzhou's hand away, and after pulling away a few positions, the tip of his sword was aimed at Luo Yunzhou.

The two stood facing each other, but this time they were no longer partners, but enemies.

Luo Yunzhou's fingers moved slightly, and although there was no expression on his face, his eyes still opened slightly wide unconsciously.

He thought of many situations, but he never imagined that this would be the case.

The real Zhuohua at the side naturally didn't miss Luo Yunzhou's expression, and the corners of his lips curled up as if he was pleased, and said sarcastically: "Hundreds of years have passed, you are still so easy to trust others, you are extremely stupid."

Luo Yunzhou narrowed his eyes, hiding the expression in them.

His lips parted a few times, but no sound came out.

After about a while, Luo Yunzhou looked directly at Shen Mohan, his words seemed to be frozen, and said: "You have been lying to me all this time?"

Although the two are just partners on the surface, they have experienced so many times of life and death together. If even this can be betrayed, then what is there to believe?

Accompanied by Shen Mohan's silence, Luo Yunzhou's hands tightened little by little, something seemed to gather in his eyes, the glazed pupils gradually turned thick ink, and then suddenly dissipated.

Only the crescent moon mark pinched on the palm just now is still oozing blood a little bit.

Luo Yunzhou laughed suddenly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, instead he seemed more depressed.

He raised the corners of his mouth, his cold face became a little more beautiful, and he said in a calm tone: "You are a good actor. How can Luo Mou deserve such treatment."

Shen Mohan's hand on the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally he could only utter three words dryly from his throat: "I'm sorry."

Sorry, I lied to you.

"What's there to apologize for?" Daoist Zhuo Hua suddenly said, with slight sarcasm in his eyes, "It's just stupid. If Fuqing knows that he has taught you such an apprentice, he will really regret it. .”

Luo Yunzhou glanced at Master Zhuohua lightly, but ignored him. This is the real appearance of Master Zhuohua. Under the gentle outer skin is a rotten and cruel interior.

He turned his head to Shen Mohan and said: "You don't have to apologize, I didn't know people clearly, so I planted the cause, and now all this is just my own bad fruit."

The more Luo Yunzhou was like this, the more numb and painful Shen Mohan felt, as if a needle had been stabbed in his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"I..." Shen Mohan muttered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

His pitch-black pupils fully reflected the figure of the young man in white, not even a ray of light could penetrate, like a person completely melted into the darkness.

Luo Yunzhou raised his eyelids, with a calm expression, he interrupted: "It's just that the ways are different, and we don't conspire with each other."

There is a deep meaning implied between the words, I don't know whether it is comfort or irony.

Luo Yunzhou stood upright on the spot without any movement.

Immortal Zhuohua opened the empathy fan, with a leisurely look on his face, his brows and eyes full of amorous feelings: "Why, you look like this, do you give up struggling?"

Luo Yunzhou looked over, and his tone was indifferent, making it hard to detect his true thoughts: "I can't beat it, and struggling is just useless."

"Just can you know before I die, why did you come to arrest me?"

The young man in white was thin and thin, and his light-colored pupils couldn't fit into anything.The belt was wrapped round and round around the thin waist, outlining a beautiful line.

The lip color gradually recovered to be bright red and full, and the red mole between the eyebrows complemented it even more.

Like flawless glass, people can't help but want to destroy it. Peel off the hard shell to reveal the soft inside, making it look panicked.

Master Zhuohua raised his lips, narrowed his peach eyes, slightly curved his finger bones, and caressed the protruding runes on the handle of the fan, and said: "Since the first time I met you outside the secret world, I have seen that you are a rare person. He is a genius sword repairer with clear bones and a solid heart. He is also a rare furnace."

"If I get your golden core and Tao bone, I will be able to break through the restrictions that have fettered me for many years."

Speaking of this time, Master Zhuohua's face also showed a bit of eagerness, the finger bones on the handle of the fan turned white with force, and the breath around him fluctuated unsteadily.

Daoist Zhuohua has entered the stage of becoming a god for a long time, even earlier than Fuqing Sword Master, but it has been difficult to improve all these years, and even has a tendency to go back.

This phenomenon naturally made him a little flustered, he finally ascended to the position of head, and he was only a short distance away from becoming an immortal.

No, he can't, he can't just fall into the sand, he should be the one who has the chance to become a fairy.

As early as the Nascent Soul Stage, he abandoned the way of the world of mortals and fell into the evil way that makes people sink.

It is no longer necessary to practice hard, as long as you absorb other people's cultivation and Taoism, you can use it for your own use and increase your strength.

And because of this, he finally stepped on his pious junior brother and became the most promising genius of the sect.Enjoying the envious eyes of everyone.

Then drain that eccentric master to the best of his cultivation, and imprison him in a dark dungeon, let him take a good look, he is the one who deserves the most attention!

Thinking of this, the real Zhuohua couldn't help showing pleasure and evil on his face, like that ghost in hell, beautiful and terrifying.

Luo Yunzhou's face darkened, and it was not difficult for him to guess the reason, but he never imagined that the head of the largest sect has become an evil cultivator, and he has hidden it so deeply that even the breath of the evil cultivator It can be hidden so indistinctly that no one has ever noticed.

Or maybe, he killed all the people who discovered the secret.

Luo Yunzhou explored his dantian calmly, his spiritual power has been restored to a small extent, if he fights to the death, he might still have a chance.

In an instant, the young man in white condensed his spiritual power, dodged to stab the real Zhuohua in the heart.

But after all, there was a gap of two cultivation levels, even if it was Luo Yunzhou's fastest blow, it was still full of flaws in Zhuohua's five senses.

Seeing the light movement of the empathy fan, the deep internal force shook Luo Yunzhou's dantian with severe pain, his brows were furrowed, and he fell backwards before he got close, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Spots of blood bloomed on the white clothes, leaving a trace of blood winding around the corner of the mouth, dyeing the lips more vividly, making the skin even colder and whiter, adding a sense of brokenness.

With just one move, Luo Yunzhou was defeated without any suspense.

But Luo Yunzhou didn't land on the ground, but fell into a slightly warm chest.

Shen Mohan held the young man in white in his arms, with a hint of distress in his eyes.The smell of blood surrounded the two of them, diluting the original fragrance of the young man.

Luo Yunzhou struggled to get up and pushed him away, but the spiritual power in his body was stimulated again, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Standing not far away, Master Zhuohua returned to his gentle and decent appearance with a smile on his face, and said, "The more you struggle, the faster the spiritual power in your body will be lost."

After finishing speaking, his eyes shifted to Shen Mohan, who looked at the side with an unclear expression, he suppressed his smile, and said in a cold tone, "What are you waiting for? Do it."

Shen Mohan tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, and his breathing was rapid. Holding the sword, he approached step by step the young man in white who was no longer able to fight back.

The sword light was cold, like an evil ghost who came to claim his life.

When the two of them were about two steps apart, Shen Mohan stopped and said in a low tone: "Master, I have listened to your life's orders, this time, I don't want to."

Before the words were finished, Master Zhuohua's expression changed slightly.I saw Shen Mohan throwing an unknown object forward, and a thick white mist suddenly rose around.

Master Zhuo Hua raised the internal force and fanned the dense fog away, and the two people who were still here had disappeared.

He tightened the folding fan in his hand, looked at the blood stains left on the ground, his eyes were deep, and he smiled angrily: "Okay, it's really good!"

Jiang Mian, I really underestimated you.

Teach you how to learn spells, and give you a shelter, even a dog dares to betray me.

It's really an unfamiliar vicious dog.