The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

Lin Zizheng, who was lying on the ground, had already lost his vitality, but what was strange was that there were black and golden lights intertwined and appearing on his body.Beside him, Wen Qing closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless.

After about a moment, Wen Qing, who was frozen in place, moved, his whole body was trembling, and his face was not much better than that of Lin Zizheng who was lying on the ground.

Holding his forehead with his hands, Wen Qing frowned tightly, as if in extreme pain, but there was a cheerful smile on his face: "Haha, no matter how arrogant you were before, you still fell to the end of your wits."

In the distance, the monk looked at Qin Mo with an indescribable complexity in his eyes.Luo Leijian floated behind Qin Mo, Qin Mo's eyes were cold, it was the person in front of him who killed Lin Zizheng.

The ground trembled again, this time the movement was much bigger than before, as if the whole world was about to shatter.

The spiritual power in the air became thinner and thinner, Qin Mo's heart trembled, as if something had happened, he turned around and saw Wen Qing holding a strange machete in his hand, slashing at Lin Zizheng's body, That movement seemed to want to tear Lin Zizheng into pieces.

Qin Mo's pupils constricted, ignoring the monk in front of him, and quickly walked towards the two of them.The monk obviously also saw this scene, and his face also showed a bit of sternness. It's not his apprentice's turn to be treated like this.

Wen Qing's scimitar had already pierced Lin Zizheng's body, and blood flowed from Lin Zizheng's body. At the same time, a dazzling white light rose from Lin Zizheng's body.

The light became more and more dazzling, even surpassing the brightness of the sun, making people unable to open their eyes.After it enveloped everyone in it, everyone felt in a trance for a while, and lost all consciousness in an instant.

Qin Mo clearly saw Lin Zizheng's body turned into ashes under the light, he tried to open his eyes wide, wondering if the light was too glaring, and water flowed out of his eyes.He stretched out his hand in Lin Zizheng's direction, and finally only grabbed a crystal ball that was emitting light.

The ball was a fragment separated from Lin Zizheng's body.Qin Mo clenched his palm and firmly held the fragment.

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Qingming Island is a huge island with mountains and green grass, and the scenery is very pleasant. Qin Mo stood on the island and looked into the distance.

He has lived on this island for five years, and he has appeared here since he woke up. Obviously, this is not the devil world, and Qin Mo doesn't know how he appeared here.

Qin Mo's hand unconsciously touched a round ball hanging on his chest. The ball was attached to his chest, and it felt warm to the touch. It was the last piece Qin Mo grabbed.

Did Lin Zizheng die just like that?Qin Mo didn't believe that since this world still existed, Lin Zizheng must still be living well somewhere.

But whenever the night was quiet, what Qin Mo thought about most was the scene of Lin Zizheng's body turning into ashes. He had some bad premonition in his heart, but he was always unwilling to believe it.

"Qin Mo boy, come quickly, the boat is leaving." Just when Qin Mo was in a daze, there was a voice calling from behind him. Hearing this voice, Qin Mo raised his brows, and the expression on his face softened Many people replied, "Uncle Cang."

Having said that, Qin Mo turned around and walked towards the edge of the island. A boat was parked on the stretching sea, and there was a man standing at the bow. He was wearing an ordinary sackcloth, and he was the Uncle Cang that Qin Mo was talking about.

After Qin Mo woke up, his spiritual power was exhausted, and even the tendons in his body were broken a lot. Fortunately, he met Uncle Cang, and he was able to heal the injuries in his body, and his strength improved a step further.

Most of the people on this island are ordinary people, but Uncle Cang is obviously different, he is an alchemist, and his grade is quite high.

As soon as Qin Mo stepped onto the boat, the hull trembled slightly, and then there was a loud noise. Uncle Cang at the bow waved his hand, and the boat set sail staggeringly.

"Boy Qin Mo, do you really want to leave here?" Uncle Cang frowned, looking at Qin Mo, his tone could not detect any emotion, it seemed very casual.

"Well, I'm going to find two people." The sea breeze was blowing on his face, carrying a bit of saltiness, Qin Mo stretched out his hand to touch the orb on his chest, and fixed his eyes on the sea surface.

Hearing Qin Mo's words, Uncle Cang didn't take it seriously, he smiled and went straight into the cabin, leaving Qin Mo alone on the deck.Looking at the broad sea, Qin Mo sighed faintly.

It took ten days to travel from Qingming Island to the nearest Wanshan Town, and it was already the fifth day, and the boat traveled half of the distance.

Qin Mo sat in the cabin and took a sip of tea.An earth gray cup was placed on the table, and at the bottom of the cup, a few dark green tea leaves were slowly rippling.

This tea was made by the residents of Qingming Island themselves, thinking of them, Qin Mo smiled lightly.

The tabletop shook violently, and the cup that was originally placed on the tabletop shook violently, and the tea spilled all over the tabletop. Qin Mo frowned slightly, and heard a noise coming from outside the cabin.

"It's changed!"

When Qin Mo stepped out of the cabin, he saw that the originally bright sky had already darkened, and the usually calm sea was violently blowing. The boat under his feet was like a lonely boat, constantly floating on the sea.

"Hold on!" Uncle Cang stood at the bow of the boat, raised his arms, and commanded calmly, without much fear of the storm.

Seeing him like this, the flustered crowd gradually calmed down. This ship was not an ordinary ship, but a spiritual boat made by practitioners. Naturally, they would not be afraid of the wind and waves, and they had nothing to worry about.

There was a layer of enchantment around the spirit boat, even though the wind was strong at this time, the sea water did not fall on the people on the spirit boat.

Qin Mo quickly walked to Uncle Cang's side, and surveyed the surrounding sea area.The original blue sea water turned into a deep black, always kind of indescribably weird.Qin Mo frowned, but his spiritual sense quickly moved downwards.

Qin Mo's current strength has reached the Nascent Soul stage, and the power of his spiritual consciousness is even stronger. As soon as his spiritual consciousness entered the sea, Qin Mo discovered something strange. There was a black shadow hidden under the spirit boat. keep going.

The body of the black object moved, and Qin Mo saw a pair of huge eyes, which were filled with endless greed and bloody ferocity.

Qin Mo's complexion changed suddenly, and he sternly shouted: "Be careful." The Thunderbolt Sword appeared in his palm, and at the same time, the consciousness in the water condensed into a thin sword and stabbed towards the black object's eyes.

As soon as Qin Mo's consciousness moved, the underwater monster was aware of it. It had a huge body but was very flexible. In just a split second, it dodged far away.But Qin Mo's strength is not what it used to be. Even though it moved very quickly, Qin Mo's sword fell on its right eye mercilessly.

There was a mournful howl from the monster's mouth, its body trembled, and it jumped out of the water, and under the monster's movements, the spirit boat swayed more and more violently.

But at this moment, the people on the spirit boat didn't have the energy to pay attention to the spirit boat under their feet, and all their eyes were on the huge monster in front of the spirit boat.

"what is that?"

"It's the Evil Jiao." Uncle Cang at the bow of the boat said in amazement, and then he flicked his sleeves, a white light flashed, and a burst of white powder came out from his sleeves, falling on everyone, and ordered: "Evil Jiao!" There is poison around Jiao, this powder can avoid poison, everyone be careful."

After doing this, Uncle Cang looked at the evil dragon in front again, and muttered in a low voice with some doubts: "Hasn't this dragon always been in the demon world? Why did it appear near Qingming Island?"

Hearing this, Qin Mo paused, the demon world.

"Roar!" Evil Jiao's body floated out of the sea and kept rolling on the surface of the water.It originally wanted to attack secretly and swallow the people in the boat, but it never thought that Qin Mo's right eye was hit by Qin Mo's sword, and it was probably blind.

It was in unbearable pain, and wagged its tail fiercely in the direction of the spirit boat.

The people on the spirit boat are all residents of Qingming Island. They are all mortals. Seeing the menacing attack of the evil dragon, their faces suddenly turned extremely pale. However, they were not too flustered, but carefully hid Uncle Cang's back.

Uncle Cang's origin is unknown, and his strength is unpredictable. He appeared on Qingming Island ten years ago. The people on Qingming Island had seen him kill a ferocious monster snake with their bare hands, so they believed in his strength very much.

But Uncle Cang raised his eyebrows, and looked at Qin Mo who was beside him: "Although he is an evil dragon, but his strength is only at the Nascent Soul stage, you go and practice your hands."

Qin Mo poured spiritual power into the Thunderbolt Sword, and the sword trembled and made a thin cry, as if very excited.Qin Mo nodded slightly, tapped his toes, and jumped out of the spirit boat.

The long sword floated in front of his chest, Qin Mo pointed at the huge tail of the evil dragon in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Go!" Purple light flashed on the Luo Lei sword, and with a faint fire, it directly penetrated the tail of the evil dragon.

Evil Jiao kept howling, and opened his mouth wide, a long black tongue sprang out from his mouth, wrapping around Qin Mo's body.At the same time, the four giant claws of the evil dragon slid in the air, and several cold lights hit Qin Mo's brow between the claws.

Qin Mo's face remained normal, his hands quickly formed seals, and the Thunderbolt Sword floated in the air, stabbing down at the evil dragon non-stop.At the same time, Qin Mo flipped his palms, and a bamboo flute appeared in his hand.

Putting the flute to his mouth, Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the melodious sound of the flute slowly flowed out from the flute.

Although everyone on the spirit boat wondered why Qin Mo played the flute at this time, they were still immersed in the sound of the flute.The evil dragon on the opposite side looked extremely painful.

This flute is exactly the one Qin Mo got in the Demon Realm. It doesn't have much effect on ordinary monks, but it can be used to attack or control monsters.

Seeing that the evil dragon had lost the ability to resist, Qin Mo raised his hand and stabbed the evil dragon's head with the Thunderbolt Sword.

"Ding!" A Buddhist bead appeared out of nowhere, and hit Qin Mo's long sword. The blade trembled, and the blow missed.At the same time, a voice came from afar.

"Heaven has the virtue of loving life, and I hope fellow Taoists spare this dragon's life."