love yourself again

In the wilderness, a group of cultivators chased and stopped one person, and one person smiled triumphantly: "Devil, this is your burial place today!"

The people surrounded in the middle glanced at these people emotionlessly, indifferent to all the provocations, turned around and fell on a translucent crystal coffin, looked at the people in the coffin with nostalgia, and pressed their lips lightly on it, Unlimited said affectionately: "Brother, you should rest for a while, Jun Wu will be right back to accompany you."

"It's disgusting!" One person looked at the people surrounded by them with contempt.

From the outside, one could only see a man inside the crystal coffin, but his face could not be seen clearly. The translucent crystal distorted the line of sight, but one could vaguely tell that the person lying in the coffin was a very handsome person.

Ling Junwu turned his head, and his eyes fell on the person who spoke. The cold eyes made the person feel cold suddenly, and then he realized that there was only one person in the other party. Even if it was terrifying, his cultivation was only at the foundation stage, so it was nothing to worry about.

The man looked at each person and the coffin in disgust, and said sarcastically, "There are so many wonders in this world. Someone would do such a disgusting thing to a corpse. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be unbelievable."

"This devil is not a normal person in the first place, so why should Fellow Daoist Wei be surprised? Haven't we heard about this man's love for corpses?"

"Shut up!" Ling Junwu stared at the two men gloomyly.

"Huh? This is an interest in being exposed by us. Are you angry?" The man laughed and looked contemptuously.

Ling Junwu's spiritual power was violent, and his eyes were full of danger: "Anyone who disrespects my brother, go to hell!"

A pitch-black sword appeared in Ling Junwu's hands, with an ominous aura lingering on it, making one's heart tremble even just looking at it.

"Everyone, be careful, although this demon's cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, countless practitioners of the same level have died in his hands, so don't be careless!"

There were eight practitioners surrounding Ling Junwu, and they released their spiritual power to attack Ling Junwu at the same time, a formation suddenly lit up on the ground, and a chain shot out from the hands of the eight at the same time, it turned out to be a group attack of the formation.

"Huh!" Ling Junwu exhaled lightly, let go of the sword in his hand, and saw the pitch-black sword hanging in the air, then disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already above the heads of the eight people.

Grabbing a chain with one hand, one of which was wrapped around his waist, Ling Junwu looked down, grinning a bloodthirsty smile, Hong Ling appeared out of thin air, extending infinitely, intertwined with the other five chains, blocking the attack .

The chain was tightly wrapped around Ling Junwu's waist, but he ignored it and looked sideways at the person in front of him: "Ah! You can go to die."

The black swords in the air turned into countless ones, the black air was tangled and entangled, the aura was thrilling, the sword energy was overflowing, extremely terrifying, countless black swords suddenly stabbed down from the air, as fast as a stream of light.

"Be careful!" A warning had just been issued, but it was already too late, and one of the eight people had already died from the sword.

"Everyone, quickly release the protective magic weapon!"

No need to be reminded, the seven of them unanimously formed a barrier and took out magic weapons to resist.

Looking at the countless swords hanging above the head, this scene is really spectacular, and naturally, it is also extremely dangerous.

"Ho ho ho..." Ling Junwu's deep laughter spread out, and the violent spiritual power cut the chains, and all the chains instantly turned into smoke powder, and then disappeared without leaving a trace.

"Oops!"

"Why is this demon so strong? Impossible, obviously everyone's realm is the same as ours, how could it be so different!"

The black sword kept falling from the sky, hitting the barrier and magic weapon, the powerful force made people's hearts tremble.

Ling Junwu opened his palm and said with a contemptuous smile: "How can I be like you, I am... taught by my brother himself!"

"Everyone, use formations to attack!" One of the cultivators who just laughed at Ling Junwu looked at the crystal coffin, calmly with a hint of complacency, and said, "Attack the corpse in that coffin!"

Although there was one person missing, the formation was barely usable. Chains formed from the formation and attacked Ling Junwu and the crystal coffin.

"You..." Ling Junwu glanced at the seven people, "You're courting death!"

The black sword attack in the air became more fierce, and the pressure of the seven people suddenly increased, but they didn't panic. It seemed that they had caught the devil's death spot.I really don't know what this devil is thinking, but a corpse is so obsessed.

Ling Jun Wuhu was on the side of the crystal coffin, blocking attacks from all directions. With a volley in the air with his right hand, the black sword broke through the barrier, destroyed the protective magic weapon, and penetrated a person's body. The monk died on the spot, and his soul was captured by a small Banner absorbs, and now there is really no chance of reincarnation.

Although I don't know whether people have reincarnation.

"What a vicious method!" Looking at this cruel and cruel scene, one person trembled in his heart.

Although Ling Junwu's cultivation level is unusual, but after all, he is only in the foundation building stage, and fighting alone with these monks of the same level will naturally be sure of winning.However, being besieged by eight people at the same time today, it seems that although he has the upper hand at this time, it is only temporary. Although the power of the black sword is strong, the spiritual power that can be consumed is huge. If this battle is not ended as soon as possible, I am afraid Not good.

The black sword appeared in Ling Junwu's hand, the attack in the air stopped, and countless chains attacked.

"Everyone, I'm afraid this devil's power has been consumed by more than half, kill him!"

The six people looked at Ling Junwu in unanimous agreement, showing joy. This demon has robbed countless cultivators, and his wealth must be rich. Although those high-level cultivators who are above the alchemy stage may not like them, they are like them. It is very tempting.

Several chains attacked the crystal coffin, Ling Junwu was startled, and rushed over: "Brother!" At this moment, a flaw was revealed.

"Good opportunity!" The six people said in their hearts at the same time, each showing their strengths, and took advantage of this opportunity to attack Ling Junwu.

Ling Junwu cut a ferocious beast in half with a backhand sword. Seeing that the two chains were about to hit the coffin, his heart tightened. Hit directly at the enchantment that suddenly appeared around the crystal coffin.

Even so, Ling Junwu is still heartbroken and absolutely cannot tolerate these people who dare to offend his brother!

The six people's figures changed, and the attacks in the formation became even more unpredictable.

A purple bird suddenly flew out of Ling Junwu's body. Its cute appearance made people not be vigilant at all. The bird turned into an arrow and flew out with a whoosh, piercing through the formation and melting the barrier. The frightened eyes of a monk pierced his heart.The purple flame ignited, and almost in the blink of an eye, the monk was turned into fly ash, and his mind and soul died.

"What is this!" one exclaimed.

There are only five people left.

A monk took out a spirit sword from the storage bag. The sword was shining with light. The spirit sword flew out of his hand and flew towards the crystal coffin. The barrier was broken, and the spirit sword pierced the coffin lid. Inch further.

Ling Junwu dealt with the attacks of the rest of the people, but failed to block the sudden spirit sword. He watched helplessly as the spirit sword hit the crystal coffin, like a sharp blade piercing his heart. On the day when I was seriously injured, even though nearly a hundred years have passed, I still cannot forget the pain that ate my heart and tarsal bones.

Frantically attacking the cultivator in front of him, he looks like he has lost his mind. This posture is completely about to die with the enemy.

The cultivator on the opposite side was startled by Ling Junwu's madness, and dodged to the side to avoid his sharp edge.

Ling Junwu unleashed the black sword, which transformed into countless sword shadows. The purple fire scattered into countless sparks, attached to the black sword, and the black sword flew like a fish in a small world. Under this terrifying power, the sword pierced through the heart and died.

The soul-holding flag is fluttering, absorbing the souls of those unwilling to die for their own use, nourishing the body of the flag, and the power of the soul-holding flag is increasing bit by bit.

Seeing the torn clothes on his body, blood stained on his body, some from the enemy and some from himself, Ling Junwu frowned, and waved his hand to perform a spell. The clean water washed away the filth all over his body.

Ling Junwu overused his spiritual power and became a little dizzy. Ling Junwu swallowed a few elixir, and approached the crystal coffin with a little sway. When will you wake up! I miss you so much."

After staring at Ling Huisheng for a while, Ling Junwu suddenly got up, opened the coffin lid, looked at the sleeping man, stretched out his hand tremblingly, caressed the somewhat cold skin, touched his brother's face back and forth, delicately Fascinated by the touch, he bent down and kissed the bloodless lips.

Kissing lightly and thinly, reluctant to leave, he couldn't help prying open his closed lips, poking his dexterous tongue inside, sucking the cold tongue without feeling, Ling Junwu's whole body was almost lying on his back. Into the coffin.

"Brother, if you don't wake up again, I can't guarantee that I can control myself and not do anything offensive to you." Ling Junwu held Ling Huisheng's body tenderly for a long time, and finally left reluctantly.

"Brother, let's go! I will definitely find a way to wake you up, no matter what the price is."

Not long after Ling Junwu left, a demon cultivator in a dark green brocade robe came here. Looking at the mess on the ground and the remaining spiritual power fluctuations in the air, it indicated that a great battle had just passed here.

"Already left?" Mo Xiu muttered to himself, looking at the direction Ling Junwu left, and disappeared in place.

On the vast wasteland, Ling Junwu dragged the crystal coffin and stood facing the cultivator in a dark green brocade robe. After looking at the person opposite for a while, he finally said inexplicably: "So it's you!"

This person was exactly the person Ling Junwu met on the way when he was hunted down by Qing Yi of the Huajian Sect, and he was the one who led him into misfortune.

"I'm Moxi!"