Nine Desolation Youth Tour

A bluff startled my ears.

"—You have identified the wrong person!"

Before Ruan Chongsheng had time to draw his sword, the person in Luo Xinghe's hand suddenly jumped, like a rabbit, jumped behind Luo Xinghe, covering half of his face.

"I said don't let us see you again!"

There were two men who came, one was tall and mighty with a swollen face, and the other was as thin as a stick, as if he would fall down if the wind blew.Standing together, the contrast is amazing.

The one who spoke was naturally the tall one. He carried a huge rectangular bulge on his back, which seemed to be something extremely precious. Standing in front of Luo Xinghe, he said in a rough voice: "Young master, I don't know What is the relationship between you, but this bastard killed my brother, I must take revenge, please don't hinder us!"

With such a big commotion, the entire audience was already staring sideways, staring at the needle-like discussions and various eyes, and the parties concerned didn't care.

Luo Xinghe raised his eyes, "Why did he harm your brother?"

Although it was a question, what he said seemed like a statement.

The man scratched his head, and the skinny man next to him gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, then helped him turn his head away and coughed hard, and said slowly, "He killed me..."

When he opened his mouth, he seemed like a ghost crawling out of hell, hoarse and terrifying, quite frightening.

One look at this man's face, it was indeed extremely abnormally pale, with a layer of rough skin covering blue veins and white bones, two eyes bulging out, red bloodshot around the few whites of the eyes, dull hair and that hand It can pinch its short neck and shake it together, making a "creaking" sound.

Ruan Chongsheng was taken aback, this person was obviously lifeless, he should be lying on the coffin board anyway.

He glanced at the thing on the man's back, this shape...Guqin?not like.Could it be... a coffin? !

He sent a voice transmission to Jin Chonghua: "Brother, can you see where these two people came from?"

Qi Zhulang poked out half of his head, "What's wrong with me! I don't know anything, obviously you guys hid it from me first!"

"We're keeping it from you?" The big man took a step forward, his eyes were about to crack, "You don't know that you can't interrupt the formation? You don't know that my brother is waiting to live?"

Luo Xinghe frowned, and Qi Zhulang said in a loud voice: "You want to renew the life of a living dead, so I'm not allowed to stop this kind of sorcery?"

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Jin Chonghua also replied at this time: "Yuntiandu, 'Go back and come'."

Obviously, it is hard not to think of sorcery when it comes to renewing the life of the living dead.

It is Yuntiandu who has the most sorcery.

"what!"

"Magic cultivator!"

"Help! Help!"

……

Mortals always have a heartfelt fear of monks, especially demon cultivators.

Ruan Chongsheng looked at the scattered people and thought: "Where are you going? What is it? It sounds familiar."

Among the fleeing crowd, the man who looked like a living dead let out a shrill "giggle".

At this time, a gust of wind is very appropriate.

Ruan Chongsheng's eyes became serious, Luo Xinghe put his hand on the sword and pulled it out of the sheath instantly.

Seeing that someone was protecting him, Qi Zhulang became bolder and continued to yell: "Do you know that this is against the norms of human ethics? Do you know that..."

"I want to save my brother, am I wrong?!"

The man protected the bone, but he didn't intend to do anything. He wiped his face with his big palm and said hoarsely: "I regard you as a friend, I believe that you gave you the opportunity to see this scene, but you robbed me In the eyes of the formation, am I wrong?"

His appearance is really not compatible with sentimentality, but the emotion contained in this sentence just burst out of the chrysalis.

"Give me back my life...give me back..."

The thin-boned eyes were dull, and he stared at Qi Zhulang behind Luo Xinghe gloomily, repeating the same sentence non-stop.

"Alive...alive..."

"Lu Dayu, are you crazy?" Qi Zhulang lost his voice: "You...you let him go back to the coffin! Hurry up!!"

With his head hanging down, the thin bone walked towards him with strides.

Ruan Chongsheng's pupils shrank, "Don't draw your sword!"

That's too late.

Luo Xinghe looked at the stiff arm coldly, dumbfounded.

Ruan Chongsheng took a breath, "This is 'Go Back to Come'! Something from Yuntiandu!"

He just realized it when the skinny bones repeated those few words, after all, it was a step too late.

"Brother?"

Jin Chonghua: "I can't die."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Ruan Chongsheng immediately kicked over the table and stood between the two people.

He grabbed Qi Zhulang's collar, "What the hell did you provoke?"

Qi Zhulang swallowed, "I also bumped into it by accident! I've only been traveling in the mortal world for a few years, how can I be so unlucky!"

Ruan Chongsheng didn't care what happened to this brother, he turned his head and asked Luo Xinghe, "Can you still move? Can you go?"

Luo Xinghe tilted his head, a bit of doubt appeared in his eyes, and then said: "You can't move, you can't leave him and go."

……I go.

Ruan Chongsheng clapped his hands and said neatly, "Then I'm leaving."

Rescuing Wu Qianqiu was because Wu Qianqiu had his appetite. He was not obliged to go all out for this one who committed suicide to offend Yun Tiandu.

It's a pity that Ruan Chongsheng thought very freely, but it was impossible for others to let him leave like this.

Ruan Chongsheng sighed: "Brother, I don't care much about you, why don't you count me in?"

"You saw it." He said, "You asked me to wash your memory, and I let you go."

Ruan Chongsheng was overjoyed, and he turned around, "I'm afraid I have to be washed half my life? Your brother seems to have lost his spiritual veins? Why, do you want my spiritual veins to nourish him?"

Lu Dayu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Ruan Chongsheng: "... I really have such an idea."

What to do, he twisted his neck.

Let's play.

Ruan Chongsheng grew up among ordinary people in the city. He was influenced by his ears and eyes in his early years and was "educated" by Pei Huizheng later, so he is not afraid of melee combat.

He is proficient in swinging, kicking and thrusting, and his style of play is shameless and quite proficient.But in an instant, Lu Dayu was subdued on the table.

Hu Yang put his shoulders on him and pinned him firmly. Ruan Chongsheng raised his chin, stepped on his chest, and picked up the cloth bag on the ground by the way—it turned out to be a coffin.

The moment the coffin boards were opened, the thin man who was only a few steps away from Qi Zhulang seemed to be attracted by something, and was instantly dragged by an invisible hand, and sat down into the coffin.

"It's really dead." Ruan Chongsheng exclaimed.

'Return to come', one of Yuntiandu's sorcery, can forcefully hang a sigh of relief for people who have been dead for many years, and live like a walking corpse. ".

It is not resurrection from death, it is closer to a state of "neither birth nor death, neither death nor life". It can have independent consciousness, but the body is still like a puppet, moving slowly and out of control.

This is what the completion banquet once told him.

He exhaled, and this Luo Xinghe...

"Tell me, where did the magician come from?"

"I am not a demon cultivator!" The big man on the table struggled desperately, "We are not demon cultivators!"

Ruan Chongsheng was kind and generous: "Okay, then explain."

"..."

The air froze for a few seconds.