My master can't be so gentle

The disciples of Tianxuan Sword Sect faced hundreds of low-level undead and blood demons, and they inevitably panicked.

In the past, when they entered the secret realm trial, they faced scattered blood demons and undead in a group of ten or so individuals. They had never encountered such a spectacular scene.

Although the low-level Gorefiends were not very dangerous, they couldn't stand up to the large numbers. With more than 100 of them facing hundreds of thousands of Gorefiends plus undead, it was not easy to win.

What's more, these low-level gorefiends are not in human form, not to mention the disgusting stench all over their bodies, and they can't even fully transform their faces and facial features.The bloody human faces with strange shapes fell in the eyes of the Jianmen disciples, which undoubtedly gave them a lot of psychological pressure.

Fortunately, this group of disciples is also the leader of the younger generation of Jianmen disciples. After the initial panic, they quickly calmed down and turned their eyes to Wen Jingxing in unison.

Wen Jingxing is not only the most cultivated among them, but also the son of the noble head. It is also the most suitable person to stand up and take command at this time.

Wen Jingxing really lived up to everyone's expectations. He immediately picked out the seven sword cultivators with the highest cultivation levels among his disciples, and formed an eight-diagram sealing formation together with him. It can be said that he can protect his fellow disciples with weaker cultivation bases in the formation, which can be said to kill multiple birds with one stone.

The eight people who formed the formation were a little jerky at first, but as they became more skilled in cooperating with each other, they gradually regained their confidence and began to fight hard to kill the spirits and blood demons.

Occasionally, he would open the formation and put a few Gorefiend undead into it, so that the younger brothers and sisters in the formation would also warm up and get familiar with the fighting methods.

After two hours, including Wen Jingxing, the eight monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment had exhausted their spiritual power and looked tired, but the blood demons who smelled the smell of blood kept coming here continuously.

For them, this group of living human beings is simply the best guidepost, as long as they follow their instincts to come here, they can go to a carnival feast.

"Senior brother Wen, my spiritual power is almost exhausted, can I change someone?" Finally, a girl asked Wen Jingxing out of breath after cutting off a gray undead with a single stroke of her spirit sword. Views.

Wen Jingxing saw that the rest of the brothers were also a little weak, so he nodded slightly, and pointed to seven monks who were in the early stage of foundation establishment to replace them.

The girl got foreign aid, and withdrew from the northern position of Gen. She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and before she could sit down cross-legged and adjust her breath, she saw Wen Jingxing tirelessly standing in the northern position of Kun and continued to slay the blood demon.

After observing carefully for a while, she found that Wen Jingxing's swordsmanship did not seem to be practicing, but his chaotic moves were more like venting.

"Brother, don't you rest?" the girl asked worriedly.

Wen Jingxing took time to look back at her, and recognized her as Mu Shuang, the seventeenth disciple under Elder Yue's command, and said lightly, "It's okay, I can handle it..."

Before he finished speaking, the Fengxue Sword in Mu Shuang's hand rushed towards his neck.

Wen Jingxing immediately turned to avoid it, but when he turned his head, he found that the Fengxue Sword had split a Gorefiend in half and then flew back into Mu Shuang's hand.

"You should rest for a while." Mu Shuang looked at him with lingering fear.

Wen Jingxing pursed his lips, turned around and did not let his sword split the three gorefiends. When the three gorefiends were already dead, he made a few more sword strikes until they were cut into a pool of blood before stopping .

"Senior brother Wen, what are you thinking?" Mu Shuang frowned tightly, telling her intuitively that Wen Jingxing's mood was very wrong, "Even if you rely on Elder Zuo Yao to protect you in secret, you shouldn't make fun of your life like this .”

When Wen Jingxing came back to his senses, when Mu Shuang mentioned Zuo Yao, a trace of complexity flashed across Jun's face, and he nodded slightly after a while: "I see."

Mu Shuang saw his restless look, and said again: "Although I don't know what troubles you have at the moment, since you have entered the trial, you should suppress your distracting thoughts. Just now you spoke clearly in front of Elder Zuo, Looking at it now, your own mind-cultivation skills are not good enough. It doesn't matter if you don't value your own life, but there are so many fellow disciples here, don't you have the heart to let them have accidents because of your fault?"

Wen Jingxing settled down, looked down at the blood stained on his blue robe, and was in a trance for a moment.

If, these are all his own blood, if, if he dies here like this, will he be freed from this?

"My God! What's that?" Mu Shuang saw Wen Jingxing's expression was loose, and was about to persuade her again, but suddenly saw a large light blue cloud storm that connected the sky and the earth in the distance, moving here quickly.

The other disciples also saw it, but they didn't know what it was. After all, their master didn't mention the existence of such things before they came in.

"It's a butterfly." Wen Jingxing could see clearly that the big blue storm was a group of butterflies that could hardly be seen to the edge.

"How could there be butterflies in this kind of place?" Mu Shuang looked up at the cloud of butterflies approaching her head in disbelief.

Each of those butterflies is almost the size of a palm, with gorgeous patterns of blue and black covering their wings, but the blue color is also different.The area near the back is blue to dark blue, and the closer to the edge of the wings, the blue becomes lighter, dark blue, purple blue, lake blue, azure...

Almost every shade of blue can be found on them, and the gorgeous and eerie patterns when their wings are outstretched make them look extraordinarily beautiful.

"It's so beautiful." Many female disciples were stunned. They had never seen such a beautiful butterfly before.

When they noticed that the blood demon's attention was attracted by the butterfly, and even started to attack the butterfly, the female disciples were a little worried.

These beautiful and fragile butterflies will definitely be reduced to ashes by the blood of the Gorefiend with its strong corrosive ability.

"Be careful, the comers are not good." Wen Jingxing noticed keenly that when the group of butterflies appeared, the blood demons stopped attacking, and even a small wave of blood demons began to retreat in the opposite direction.

The group of disciples heard the words, although they did not relax their vigilance, they still looked at the butterfly cloud obsessively.

However, in the next second, the situation suddenly changed.

The fluttering butterfly suddenly protruded its sharp mouthparts about as long as a little finger, and it landed on the Gorefiend's body and began to suck blood crazily.

The first Gorefiend approaching the butterfly group was sucked to nothing before it could attack.

The female cultivators blinked, and then blinked again, feeling a chill in their hearts, and they no longer felt that the group of butterflies looked good.

"Retreat first!" Wen Jingxing said decisively.

Some of the disciples immediately rushed out of the formation, and the two who ran at the front only took half a step out of the gossip-sealing formation, and a large group of butterflies rushed over like crazy, killing them before they had time to react. Surrounded airtightly.

"Mu Shuang, you will take my place!" Wen Jingxing's eyes turned cold, and at the same time as he spoke, he turned into a sword light that was hard to catch with the naked eye and rushed towards the group of butterflies.

Mu Shuang immediately went up to the empty space and continued to output spiritual power, which ensured the temporary stability of the Demon Sealing Formation.

Wen Jingxing's sword gang was released to form a small-scale shield, which quickly shattered the hundreds of butterflies close to him, and at the same time quickly pulled the two fellow disciples back into the formation.

"What to do, we can't leave." The rest of the disciples who saw this scene began to panic.

The origin of this butterfly is so strange that it can even suck up the corrosive blood of the Gorefiend, but there are so many that it is impossible to guard against. Surrounded by butterflies, this magic sealing formation can only wait to die.

But with the effort of half a stick of incense, the group of butterflies had absorbed all the more than 100 gorefiends, and turned to stare at the sword disciples here.

They quickly attacked the crowd, but were blocked by the barrier, but they did not give up, but began to gather above the barrier. As more and more butterflies gathered, the blue scales were continuously drawn from their wings. shake off.

At the same time, the butterfly continued to spit out clouds of black acid from its mouthparts.

"Our enchantment is being dissolved by them." Several disciples who noticed something bad hastily reminded everyone.

"You take care of them first." Wen Jingxing placed the two disciples in his hands on the ground, saw that their complexions turned green, and the place stabbed by the butterfly's mouthparts gradually turned black, he immediately gave them both the detoxification pill, After seeing that their breathing eased a little, they were handed over to other people to take care of them.

"Senior brother, you..." Mu Shuang looked at Wen Jingxing worriedly.

Just now he has supported the Demon Sealing Formation for more than two hours, and now there must be no spiritual energy in his body, if he goes to deal with this group of butterflies at this moment, I'm afraid there will be accidents.

Wen Jingxing indifferently looked at the group of blue butterflies covering the sky above his head. He pulled out his natal magic weapon and was about to fly towards them, but he swayed in place, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground without warning.

Mu Shuang's heart tightened, and the aura output from her hand also weakened in an instant. Fortunately, another Foundation Establishment disciple quickly connected to maintain the barrier, preventing everyone from being directly exposed to the butterfly's attack.

The two girls immediately stepped forward to help Wen Jingxing up from the ground, only to see that his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were drawn tightly, and his gritted teeth were far from his usual gentle and elegant image.

"Senior Brother Wen, are you okay?" One of the female cultivators imitated Wen Jingxing's actions just now and fed him some basic Guling Pill, Peiyuan Pill and Jiedu Pill.

Wen Jingxing was naturally unable to answer her words, and he could not even receive any news from the outside world.

At this moment, he suddenly found himself in the empty main hall of Yuxu Palace.

The words he overheard not long ago were repeated in his ears over and over again: "I have helped you break the possibility of forming an alliance in the realm of cultivation", "You and I are now two souls in one", "Then Zuo Yao is now a cultivator at the stage of transformation".. .... "Ah!" Wen Jingxing felt that his head was about to explode. He knelt down on the hard basalt ground in pain, hugged his head with both hands, and pressed his forehead heavily on the cold ground, "Don't say Stop it! Shut up! Shut up!"

Suddenly, he saw a pair of black boots appear in his sight.

Looking up along the boots, he saw his father standing in front of him with a smile, looking down at him: "Jing Xing, did you hear that?"

"No, I didn't hear anything!" Wen Jingxing retorted subconsciously.

"You heard me, you know the secret of being a father, are you willing to keep this secret for your father?" Wen Xihua's voice continued to drill into the depths of his mind with a strange tone, "Help me kill your master!" , help me kill Zuo Yao. You are my son, you must help me."

"No!" Wen Jingxing looked at his father in pain, "Father, please be sober, are you being controlled by others? What you say and do now is involuntary, right? You treat Master so well, you It will definitely not hurt Master, right?"

"My silly son." Wen Xihua's face became clearer in the dim light, and he stretched out his hand to Wen Jingxing in the dark, and his kind and loving features gradually became distorted and hideous, "No one will treat others for no reason. It's good to be alone, do you understand? You know it all, don't deceive yourself and others, come and help me. Kill Zuo Yao..."

"No! I don't allow anyone to hurt Master, not anyone!" Wen Jingxing broke out suddenly, and slammed Wen Xihua's hand away.

Wen Xihua was submerged in a large black mist the moment his palm pushed it over, and when the mist cleared, Wen Jingxing saw a scene that made his eyes tear apart.

The long sword in Wen Xihua's hand pierced Zuo Yao's chest, and the glaring blood dripped drop by drop on the cold black floor, winding and flowing all over the place.

Zuo Yao's expression was extremely painful. He looked at Wen Jingxing with deep eyes, but the words he uttered were harsh: "You are your father's accomplice."

"No, I'm not, I didn't, I didn't hurt Master..." Wen Jingxing ran towards the two of them, but stopped when he was about to get close.

The scene changed again, this time it was the Suzaku in Zuo Yao's hand that was dripping blood continuously, while Wen Xihua's body fell to the ground, a wound on his neck that had been frozen by frost took his life away.

"Father..." Wen Jingxing's voice was trembling.

"Jing Xing." Two different voices sounded at the same time, and Wen Jingxing suddenly realized that he was standing at a fork in the road at the moment, and the ends of the two roads ahead were his father and his master.

Both Wen Xihua and Zuo Yao stretched out their hands to him.

Wen Jingxing backed away with great resistance: "...No, don't force me!"

"Don't force me!" He yelled, turned around and ran back, and behind him, Xuanyin, covered in blood, looked at him with wide eyes.

Xuanyin's smile was as beautiful as ever, but the bloody chest made Wen Jingxing look extremely desperate: "Elder brother, you lied to me, you didn't protect me well."

"I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue..." Wen Jingxing only felt that he didn't even have the strength to escape now, and could only watch helplessly as Xuanyin walked towards him step by step with bloody footprints.

"Eldest brother, what are you talking about? I'm sorry for what?" The female disciple who was taking care of Wen Jingxing vaguely heard Wen Jingxing's nonsense, but couldn't hear clearly, so she asked again.

However, Wen Jingxing, who fell into a coma inexplicably, did not answer her words.

"Why did Junior Brother He and Junior Brother Liu also have hysteria?" Suddenly, several other monks who were taking care of the two injured disciples also exclaimed in surprise.

Those two people made much more noise than Wen Jingxing. They had already drawn out their sabers and closed their eyes to slash wildly, shouting as they slashed, "Kill! Kill you gorefiends, don't come here, kill you!" !"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciples next to him immediately knocked the two of them down completely with a knife in one hand.

"The scales of those butterflies are wrong, everyone, don't touch them!" Mu Shuang noticed that the three people's bodies were more or less stained with blue scales.

"Hurry up and crush the jade talisman to seek help from Elder Zuo, we are about to lose our strength here." A disciple who was forming an formation suddenly shouted.

The rest of the disciples hesitated when they heard the words.Once the jade talisman is crushed, it means that their trial has failed.

However, except for the senior brother and two other juniors who were injured, the rest of them are in good condition, and there is absolutely no need to quit.

Seeing this, Mu Shuang crushed her jade talisman expressionlessly, and a purple light disappeared in her palm in an instant.

Then, a few more disciples crushed their own jade talismans together, and several purple mysterious lights disappeared together in front of everyone's eyes.

Xuan Guang disappeared within two breaths, and Zuo Yao appeared in front of everyone with the two of them.

All the disciples also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Elder Zuo arrived in time, their lives would not be in danger.

Wait, two people?

Everyone suddenly turned their heads to look at the man behind Zuo Yao.

What's your name, big brother?