The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The lotus in the pool faintly exuded a fresh fragrance, smelling this smell, Qin Mo's spirit gradually became a little trance, he seemed to have not slept for a long time.

A cultivator will be full of energy after adjusting his breath. After coming to the cultivation world, he spends all his time practicing at night. If it weren't for Lin Zizheng, he wouldn't be resting tonight.

Just when Qin Mo was about to fall asleep, a warm body approached from the side and hugged him tightly. Qin Mo was stunned and immediately woke up.

The one who posted it was Lin Zizheng who had been sleeping next to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had always disliked being in close contact with people, so when he moved his body, he was about to break free from Lin Zizheng's embrace, when he realized that Lin Zizheng's embrace tightened on him.Lin Zizheng's arms were strong, giving Qin Mo the illusion that no matter what he couldn't break free from his embrace.

At the same time, Lin Zizheng's aggrieved voice came from above: "Brother, I'm cold."

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, and his palm fell on Lin Zizheng's chest. Lin Zizheng's body temperature was indeed much lower than his.It is winter now, the surrounding temperature is very low, it is normal to be cold.

Qin Mo hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and let Lin Zizheng hold him. After all, Lin Zizheng was the child he grew up with, so he didn't have to worry about it so much.But at this moment, Qin Mo forgot that a cultivator is not afraid of cold and heat at all, as long as he runs the spiritual power in his body, he will keep his body temperature within the normal range.

Feeling the softness of Qin Mo's fingers brushing over his body, Lin Zizheng's body trembled slightly. In the dark night, he hugged Qin Mo, his eyes sparkled, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

In the dark cave, the two maintained an embracing posture, and an indescribable warmth slowly diffused between them.

Maybe it was because the hug was too warm, or maybe it was because the atmosphere was too good, Lin Zizheng suddenly buried his head on Qin Mo's neck, his hot breath sprayed on Qin Mo's body, and his voice was a little erratic: "Brother, you Don't leave me again, okay?"

Leaning on Lin Zizheng's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and even the sound of his fiery breathing behind his ears, Qin Mo felt sleepless for a while.

Lin Zizheng's voice carried a rare fragility. Qin Mo's eyes were closed, and the expression in his eyes was unclear. After a long time, he heard his voice resounding in the empty stone room: "En."

Lin Zizheng hugged Qin Mo contentedly, and closed his eyes.Only the slight sound of running water in the pool remained in the entire space. Under this atmosphere, the two gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, as soon as Qin Mo opened his eyes, he saw Lin Zizheng who was sleeping soundly next to him.At this time, his face was pressed tightly against Lin Zizheng's chest, and Lin Zizheng's chin was pressing on his shoulder.This posture gave Qin Mo a feeling of being at a disadvantage.

Keenly aware of the change in the breath of the person in his arms, Lin Zizheng opened his eyes immediately.

Looking at Lin Zizheng's eyes, Qin Mo felt a little uncomfortable looking at his dark pupils.Breaking free from Lin Zizheng's embrace, Qin Mo propped up the bed with his right hand, trying to sit up from the stone bed.

He stretched out his right hand, but he touched a hot object under his hand, and the object moved slightly when he touched it.Qin Mo's body froze, and he slowly lowered his head, and he saw Lin Zizheng's lower robe bulge upwards.

Qin Mo quickly let go of his hand, and glanced over his head somewhat uncomfortably, but his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.He had seldom touched his own before, and it was the first time he had met someone else.

Qin Mo's long eyelashes kept trembling, his lips were tightly pursed, and his usually cold face was a little flushed, just like the first thaw of winter snow and the warmth of spring flowers blooming, there was a feeling of overwhelming beauty.

Lin Zizheng looked at Qin Mo blankly, and the raised part below became more obvious.Lin Zizheng was only wearing a thin undershirt at the moment, and he could be seen clearly when he moved there.

Qin Mo coughed lightly, stood up pretending to be calm and put on his outer robe.He knew that every man would do this in the morning, and even if a cultivator cultivated his body, he would not lose this function, so he didn't think much about it, and left here in a hurry.

Looking at the back of Qin Mo leaving, Lin Zizheng's eyes drooped, and they landed on the robe below. He sighed softly, and then slowly stretched out his hand to hold it.Imagining the wonderful tactile sensation that just touched and left, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Wait a little longer, it's not time yet."

After leaving the cave, Qin Mo's expression gradually returned to normal as soon as the cold wind blew out.

A few demon disciples hurried past Qin Mo, carrying a few people on their shoulders, Qin Mo's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that the people being carried had lost their lives, and they were all Died by the sword, similar to those people yesterday, they were all killed by a sword.

Qin Mo's brows were frowned, he didn't understand what happened to this demon world, there was always a feeling that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was overwhelming.

When Qin Mo saw those people, those demon cultivators obviously also saw Qin Mo.

Seeing Qin Mo, the faces of those people suddenly sank. One of them, the Luyi Moxiu, immediately threw his body to the Moxiu behind him, stepped forward, and rushed towards Qin Mo with an endless chill all over his body. Come over and shout: "Damn righteous monk."

This cultivator's cultivation level is comparable to Qin Mo's, and he is in the late stage of Lingji. At this moment, he suddenly rioted, and his power cannot be underestimated.

Qin Mo's complexion did not change at all, he took a step back, his hands quickly formed seals, a thunderbolt slowly formed behind him, and then the thunder roared out, directly striking the person who came.

This move was researched by Qin Mo relying on his lightning root after he entered the stage of spiritual silence.

The power of thunder and lightning is fierce, and it can overcome the evil things in the world.As soon as he touched the demon cultivator, a huge vortex was created, covering the demon cultivator in it.Surprised by this power, the rest of the demon cultivators looked at each other and quickly backed away.

After the energy dissipated, he saw that the Luyi Demon Cultivator who had just attacked Qin Mo was scorched black by lightning from top to bottom, standing on the spot unable to move at all.

Qin Mo twitched his fingers, and glanced at the few people in front of him, should he kill others as an example, otherwise there will always be some inexplicable people who want to kill him, and it's not a good thing.But after killing them, there should be more troubles.

Qin Mo's eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment.

Just as Qin Mo was thinking, the air beside him fluctuated, and then Qingshi's figure appeared here.

He glanced at Qin Mo first, then his eyes fell on the demon cultivators behind him, his brows were tightly frowned.With a wave of his sleeves in the direction of those people, a gust of wind blew past and landed on those people.

Being hit by that force, the bodies of those people trembled, and they fell backwards one after another. The Luyi Demon Cultivator who had been chopped into charcoal by Qin Mo before was soaked in blood all over his body.

With coldness in Qingshi's brows and eyes, he shouted sharply: "Get out!"

The few people only groaned, and did not dare to resist at all. They secretly glanced at Qin Mo, picked up the corpse on the ground again, and left the place quickly.

Seeing that no one who was obstructing his eyes was here, Qingshi turned his attention to Qin Mo again.He stared at Qin Mo with those calm eyes, and said without any emotion: "Palace Master wants to see Senior Lin, but where is he?"

Just as Qin Mo was about to speak, he felt a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and landed on his shoulder, and at the same time a body with some moisture came to his side.

"What's the matter?" Lin Zizheng leaned against Qin Mo's side and asked casually.

"Palace Master has something important to ask, Senior Lin, to discuss it with you." Qingshi treated Lin Zizheng with a very respectful attitude. After all, awe of the strong is an eternal truth in the devil world.

"Oh?" Lin Zizheng's tone was unclear, and he straightened his body, pulling Qin Mo forward.

Seeing Lin Zizheng leading Qin Mo, Qingshi turned his eyes slightly, wanted to say something but swallowed it, and only followed behind the two in silence.

Walking into the main hall of the North Palace, there was a burst of loud noises. The originally large hall was crowded with disciples of demon cultivators.Many corpses were placed in the center of the main hall, and the lord of the fourth palace sat on top with a gloomy expression.

As soon as Qin Mo entered it, he felt malicious eyes from the demons around him.Obviously, they didn't welcome Qin Mo very much, but because of Lin Zizheng who was beside Qin Mo, they didn't dare to act rashly.

"In the past two days, many disciples have lost their lives by the sword, and there are even two demon cultivators at the golden core stage." Seeing Lin Zizheng sitting aside, Qingxue said slowly, his brows were tightly furrowed, his tone There is a little bit of fatigue.

"Could it be those righteous monks did it?" Lin Zizheng frowned, and glanced at the corpse in the middle.

Hearing this, Qin Mo felt a little joy in his heart. If those righteous monks came, they would definitely be able to rescue Ling Yun and the others.

Lin Zizheng tightened his grip on Qin Mo's hand. Qin Mo glanced at Lin Zizheng suspiciously, but didn't notice any change in his expression, so he began to think about Ling Yun and the others again.

Lin Zizheng's expression cooled down little by little, and he clasped Qin Mo's hand firmly, his eyes flickering with dark light.

"Impossible. After the monks of the high-level interface enter the low-level interface, except for the special interface of Weihaijie, their strength will be suppressed. Even the strength of the demon cultivators of the middle demon realm will weaken after they come to the lower demon realm. Regardless of those righteous monks before No matter how high your cultivation base is, even their current strength can't break the barrier between Shi Mingshan and this place." Sitting on the top, Qingxue spoke firmly.