The male protagonist of White Lotus wants to talk to me about life even if he is blackened [Rebirth]

"Talking, talking about Ghost Xiu? Isn't this talking about Yilan..."

As soon as Mo Yusheng's words fell, the puppet monks behind him moved slowly, and everyone hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon, looking serious, the surrounding temperature was inexplicably colder, and the atmosphere was so tense It was about to condense, only the green-eyed Sword Spirit murmured before he could react.

Lu Zizhen glanced at Yilan. Yilan was completely shocked. At this time, he had no time to comfort Yilan. Passing the Wanfa Sword Formation had already consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so he could only choose to make a quick decision and find a flaw in Mo Yusheng to make a breakthrough.

Thinking this way in his heart, Lu Zizhen's sword turned, and the golden sword light struck Mo Yusheng like a bolt of lightning. The speed of the sword was like thunder and lightning, and the sword energy overflowed with a bang, but Mo Yusheng did not dodge or avoid it. He didn't take out a magic weapon to resist, but stood still with a smile.

Sure enough, a moment before the sword light hit Mo Yusheng, there was a puppet standing in front of him. Even though Lu Zizhen was using an ordinary flying sword instead of a sword pill, the power of a top-grade golden elixir How could it be so small, and the puppet had no intention of resisting the attack at all, and was smashed into powder by the sword light in the blink of an eye, leaving only a gray-black mark on the spot.

The extremely impactful scene, the coercion from the Golden Core Realm, made the monks of all factions standing behind Lu Zizhen gasp, and looked at Lu Zizhen with a little more fear in their eyes, even involuntarily. They distanced themselves from Lu Zizhen, they didn't expect that this seemingly handsome young man would strike so hard, Mo Yusheng smiled triumphantly, "Tsk tsk tsk, the first one to die was Ling Xiao Sent, Lu Zizhen, do you dare to use your sword again?"

"Compared to Mo Yuhua, you are really far behind."

Lu Zizhen's eyes sank, and he said coldly, he also knew what Mo Yusheng was up to at this time, and used monks from other sects as shields so that he would be afraid of hurting their lives, Mo Yuhua He has a deep mind and outstanding acting skills, and he has lied to himself before, but he has never used such a despicable method.

Moreover, Mo Yusheng seems to have misunderstood one thing. He is not that familiar with monks from other sects, and he is not afraid of being accused.

Anyway, Lu Zizhen knew that no matter what happened, his brother would definitely stand by his side.

"I'm not as good as that bastard Mo Yuhua!"

Lu Zizhen's words successfully ignited Mo Yusheng's anger. The puppet monk has already moved under Mo Yusheng's control, but Lu Zizhen's target is only Mo Yusheng. When Jian Guang was about to come out again, Lin Ruobai did not know when he came to Lu Zizhen Behind him, a voice reminded: "Little master, the souls of these people still exist."

In other words, they are not completely dead.

"Nonsense, do you think I can't see it?"

Lu Zizhen said coldly, he had already figured it out in the last chapter, and there was no need for Lin Ruobai to remind him that he was smart. Fortunately, this time Lin Ruobai was finally smarter, and he didn't hear everyone who yelled like last time, Lin Ruobai Ruobai opened his mouth and asked in surprise, "Then why didn't the little master save them?"

Lu Zizhen asked back: "Your aura is weak, the golden flow sword net can no longer be used, and the green silk tassel Qin can only see your heart and suppress your demons. How do you ask me to save you?"

Obediently let them kill to save?He still doesn't have the great mind of sacrificing himself for others like Lin Ruobai.

Thinking this way, Lu Zizhen caught a glimpse of a disciple who had been restrained by a puppet. He shot out a cyan light, which was an ancient cyan lamp, and orange flames rose up, temporarily blocking the puppet. The spirit treasure that came was used to resist all kinds of attacks from the puppets at this time, and finally won a little respite for everyone.

Seeing that Lu Zizhen didn't make any further moves, Mo Yusheng thought that his plan was right. The remaining disciples were at most no more than foundation-building cultivation. A group of Jindan stage monks might not be able to deal with a group of qi-training and foundation-building stage monks?The flame barrier of the blue ancient lamp has gradually weakened, and it will soon be broken through. Mo Yusheng's heart is full of pride, and he always feels that he doesn't hurry up to say something at this time. He is simply sorry that he has been killed by Mo Yuhua for many years. Feeling aggrieved.

He smiled wildly and said: "See? Even if my Yanshu is not as good as Mo Yuhua, as long as there is a living person, I can turn him into a puppet under my control. Immortal Canglang is also stupid, obviously There is a way to use a living person as a puppet, but he still doesn't use it."

The more Mo Yusheng talked, the more complacent he became, and the more he talked, the more complacent he was, and even temporarily stopped the puppets from breaking through the flame barrier, and said to the people who seemed to be in a desperate situation: "Haha, if you don't have the heart to do unnecessary struggles there, why don't you give me a lesson?" Beg for mercy, maybe I will consider keeping a trace of your true spirit."

It's just that before he finished speaking, a green sword light flashed in front of his eyes, Mo Yusheng subconsciously took a step back, and hurriedly tried to control the puppets, but found that those puppets didn't obey his orders at all, and the murderous knife pierced his bones. His emerald green sword glow was right in front of him at this moment.

"Don't insult the master in front of Yilan."

A voice that was colder than the sword light rang in Mo Yusheng's ear. Mo Yusheng raised his head and saw a pair of cold red eyes, and that pale face was covered with bloody patterns at the moment, like a Blooming blood flowers, strange and gorgeous.

The sword light was so close to Mo Yusheng, as if the person in front of him pushed him a little, and it would pierce his throat. He shouted in despair: "You, you can't kill me! If you kill me, they will kill me!" Everyone is dead!"

"Who said I'm going to kill you?" Yilan said coldly with red eyes, and red lotus-like flames ignited in the void, igniting the connection between Mo Yusheng and those puppets, just like the vicissitudes of life ten thousand years ago. As Zhenxian Lang said to him, the connection between the puppet and Yanshi is like the contract between the sword spirit and its master. Only the Yanshi who endows the puppet with life can have an unbroken connection.

And Mo Yusheng obviously wouldn't know about this. He stared blankly at the gorgeous red lotus burning in the void, and felt that the aura in his body seemed to be drained instantly, and he fell down on the ground like a puddle of mud. Just like letting others tie him up, those puppet monks who were controlled by Mo Yusheng before also stood in place like puppets with broken strings.

Everyone was shocked by the god-like turning point in front of them, and it took them a long time to confirm that it was not their own hallucination. The disciples of other sects hurriedly noticed the situation of the seniors of this sect, and the disciples of Baiqi Sect and Mingjian Sect quickly Surrounded Yilan.

"Are you... a sword spirit?"

"Aren't all sword spirits very cold? How could they float in mid-air like a ghost cultivator?"

A disciple of Baiqizong asked, as a sect that specializes in training Lingbao, they have a mysterious obsession with sword spirits. In their entire sect, there are only a few uncles in the Yuanying stage who have weapon spirits. There are very few of them, and those weapon spirits are usually very precious, and it is difficult for them to take a look at them.

"Yilan is usually very cold, but today is because she met the master."

At this time, Yilan has also returned to her original appearance, looking at Lu Zizhen with her green eyes, and explained very seriously, she has completely disappeared from the murderous and wanton appearance of her red eyes before.

"Is this Uncle Lu's sword spirit?"

Everyone said in amazement, thinking that if it wasn't for Lu Zizhen before, they would have no idea how they died. The scene was silent for a while, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but glance at Lu Zizhen. A kind of gratitude and admiration were replaced, and someone asked: "Is it too late to have a good relationship with Mr. Lu?"

"Does Uncle Lu's Lingbo Peak still need to sweep the floor? The one in the foundation building period."

"Senior Lu, is there still a shortage of weapon refiners? I am a direct disciple of the Hundred Weapons Sect. I built the eighth floor of the foundation. The wages are free. I bring my own pillow and mat. Just let me talk to the sword spirit three times a day."

"Cough cough."

Hearing what those people said became more and more outrageous, Lu Zizhen had no choice but to speak up at this time.

"Did you pass the puppet formation? What happened after that, and how were they controlled by Mo Yusheng?"

Lu Zizhen asked, after entering the Canglang Cave Mansion, he will be randomly teleported to one of the three formations. Since he and Lin Ruobai passed through the Wanfa Sword Formation, and Mo Yuhua passed through the Hundred Refining Weapon Formation, what about the others? It should have been teleported to the puppet formation.

All the disciples looked at each other, and when they were about to answer, there was a sudden scream, everyone was startled, and then found out.

Mo Yusheng is gone.

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In the dark corridor, Mo Yusheng was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling violently. In front of him was a figure hidden in the darkness, and that figure said coldly, "You almost ruined my event."

Mo Yusheng's body trembled even more, he kowtowed heavily and begged:

"I beg my ancestor to give me another chance, I will definitely fetch your things for you, and that Lu Zizhen, I already know him..."

Mo Yusheng's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened suddenly, the muscles on his face twisted violently, his eyeballs rolled as if they were about to fall out of their sockets in the next moment, after a lot of struggle, he finally lost all color .

A slender finger raised Mo Yusheng's chin, and said in a cold voice, "Lu Zizhen is right. Compared with Mo Yuhua, you are indeed far behind."

Withdrawing his fingers, the man murmured in a low voice, with an ambiguous smile in his voice.

"At least Mo Yuhua knows what he should do."