Beautiful senior brother can never be enchanted

There seemed to be an unfathomable gully cracked in the top of the head, and thunder surged inside, and heavy rain poured down.

The blood was quickly washed away by the heavy rain, and Lingwen was in unbearable pain, as if he never thought that he would return again, but this was the end.

He raised his eyes and stared deeply at Luo Yueming's face, clutching the sword blade in one hand, wringing it hard, and immediately wringing out a foam of blood.

He didn't care about the pain either, his face turned grim.

Almost every word was squeezed out between teeth.

"Why,? Why?! It used to be, it is still! Where did I lose to him? You killed me twice for him? Why? We are brothers!"

Luo Yueming took a deep breath, the fierce wind blew him so hard that he could barely open his eyes, the rain poured down, drenched him completely, the long eyelashes were a little stuck together, and there was water vapor in front of his eyes,? It was also mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Faced with Lingwen's questioning, his throat became a little rough.

Choking on blood foam, there was an indescribable nausea, and an inexplicable fishy smell, so much so that his expression was tinged with disgust.

"Even if he is inferior to you,? But you like me,? I like him. At this point, you will always lose to him."

Paused,? Luo Yueming pulled hard, the long sword swished, and he drew back abruptly. The skin and flesh of Lingwen's twisted palm were cracked inch by inch, dripping with blood.The blood foam splashed, was washed by the rain, and fell down.

The golden hairpin that was hovering around Luo Yueming's body seemed to feel the same thing, and it made a buzzing sound, and was drenched by the rain again, making it seem a bit hoarse and mournful, like whining and weeping, vaguely ethereal.

With the long sword drawn out, the divine power overflowed from the wound, and Lingwen's pupils dilated instantly, drawing out the last trace of spiritual power from Qihai's dantian, and raised the long sword in his hand, making a gesture to stab Luo Yueming back.

Two people have the same mother, they live together, and they die together.

He never lost to Jiaolong, nor to Tiandao, but to the young man in front of him.

But no one would give him this chance, Jiaolong flicked his long tail, rolled up the Lingwen fiercely, and then threw it on the ground with gravity, causing everyone below to retreat a few feet away, and there was a loud bang.

The Lingwen was like a kite with a broken string, it fell to the ground with a whiz, and a big hole was made in the ground.

The magic weapon in his hand also came out, Luo Yueming glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to grab it suddenly. The sword seemed to be seeing a relative, and with a buzzing sound, it transformed into a folding fan at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This magic weapon is from a previous time and space. Lingwen used the flesh and blood of his own brother as a sacrifice to the gods in exchange for it.

Now, Lingwen has not found his younger brother until his death.

"Give...return the magic weapon...return...return to me..."

Lingwen was lying on the bottom of the pit, his whole body was soaked in blood, his spine was broken every inch of his body, and he couldn't get up, and the blood on his forehead was still dripping.

With disheveled hair, it has long lost its last charm.

When he was dying, what he was thinking of was the magic weapon that was exchanged for his brother's flesh and blood.

Luo Yueming felt disgusted, it was so disgusting, for such a dead thing, he actually killed a living life.

At first, Lingwen gave up the life of his own brother in order to save the lives of irrelevant people in a city, and later used the lives of countless innocent people.But it can never be changed back to the original person.

If it weren't for this, all the things that followed would not have happened.

Magical instruments are innocent, but people are guilty.

For some reason, Luo Yueming always felt that he should ask something at such a time, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Until Lingwen swallowed his last breath, he still remained silent.

"do you died?"

"It seems to be dead!"

"Dead? Great, finally dead!"

"Wait, there is still one person who is not dead! He killed the suzerain, and there are so many disciples from the Taoist sect, he must die!"

There was a lot of noise around, Luo Yueming heard a few words, and saw a group of Taoist disciples who had survived by chance rushed up aggressively, shouting: "Please hand over the evil disciple Yue Qinggui of your sect! He killed him!" My sect master killed so many Dao sect disciples! We are all witnesses!"

"Liu Yijing commits suicide in fear of crime, Yue Qinggui must pay the price for it!"

"The two are working together, they are all in the same gang!"

"They are disciples of Tianjianzong, Tianjianzong must give us justice!"

Everyone said what they said, but they turned their finger on Yue Qinggui again.

Luo Yueming already felt very tired, so she sent Liu Yijing away, and joined forces to kill Lingwen.

In the end, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a group of bull-nosed Taoist priests scrambled over again, ordering them to hand over the Yueqing rules...

To be honest, Luo Yueming didn't witness the murder with his own eyes, and Liu Yijing took all the crimes on himself before he died.

So much so that Luo Yueming preconceived that Liu Yijing was kind.

But that's not the case.

The golden hairpin hovering above her head turned into a golden circle with a whoosh, and was tightly wrapped around Luo Yueming's wrist.

He didn't even have time to react, what's going on.Liu Yijing's voice sounded next to his ears: "Kill them, kill them!"

"No one is allowed to hurt Senior Brother Yue! Kill them all!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

"Yueming, what's wrong with you?"

It wasn't until the elder brother grabbed Luo Yueming's wrist from the side that he regained his mind.

Luo Yueming took a deep breath, her suspicion was just an illusion, she lowered her eyes and glanced at the gold ring on her wrist, always feeling that it was a bit weird.

"I'm fine, big brother, I'm just a little tired, just take a rest."

"En." Xie Shuanghua nodded, hearing the noise from the crowd, frowned, swung his sleeves suddenly, pushed away the disciples who were blocking the road, and said coldly, "Go away!"

With just this, Luo Yueming knew that the person who finally occupied the body of the elder brother was actually a heart demon.

But he was already very tired at the moment, even the elder brother hugged him horizontally.

Not afraid of the eyes of anyone around him, he strode forward with great strides.

"Wait, senior brother." Luo Yueming tugged at Xie Shuanghua's sleeve, motioned him to stop, and called out, "Senior brother Pei..."

Pei Xuandu stood up and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Bring Senior Brother Yue back to the Heavenly Sword Sect, lock him up, and don't allow anyone to visit him. Wait for me to recover from my injury. In this matter... Senior Brother and I will give Daozong justice."

"Okay, don't worry, as long as I'm still alive today, no one will be allowed to move a single finger!" Pei Xuandu paused, then subconsciously glanced at the deep pit behind him, where still lay the body of Grandmaster Liu, hesitating After a while, he said again: "Although I don't know the universe, but in this life, he is our master after all..."

Xie Shuanghua said: "Take the body back and bury it in the back mountain of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Send someone to guard here, and the rest of them will return to the mountain with you after a short rest. As for the Dao Sect..."

He glanced coldly at the Taoist priests around him, "My junior brother has already made his words very clear, you can come to Tianjianzong in the future, someone will give you justice!"

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to respond, he flew into a flood dragon and flew towards Tianjianzong with Luo Yueming on his back.

Both of them were seriously injured, they had to find a place to heal their injuries quickly, Xie Shuanghua's body was a flood dragon, with rough skin and thick flesh, it was very resistant to beatings, but now the dragon's scales were cracked inch by inch, bloody and bloody.

If you don't heal your injuries well, I'm afraid that the root cause of the disease will be left in the future.But he was most worried about Luo Yueming.

After all, Luo Yueming is just a mortal body now, and his spiritual power has been consumed so much that he must quickly find a safe place to recuperate.

He found a mountain range at random, the heavy rain had stopped, and it was almost dawn, Xie Shuanghua hugged him into the cave, his snow-white clothes had already been drenched with blood, sticking to his body wetly.

Every step you take leaves a bloodstain on the ground.

He hugged him very firmly, carefully placed him on a pile of hay, then clutched his chest, and fell to the side, his face showing pain.

"Eldest brother, do you want to be alright? How is the injury? Is it serious? Huh...why didn't you take back the dragon horn and tail? Elder brother...you...what do you want to do?"

"Yueming, you see, as I said, this body will be mine sooner or later. Now the other Xie Shuanghua has been swallowed by me, and no one will share you with me again."

Xie Shuanghua laughed in a low voice, tilted his head slightly, and pressed the dragon horn to the corner of Luo Yueming's lips, and said in a bewitching tone: "Yueming, look, senior brother's dragon horn is injured, and it's still bleeding... You can help senior brother lick it, okay?"

Luo Yueming swallowed with difficulty, and saw that the dragon's horn was injured, and blood was still bubbling from the broken part. The elder brother's face was very pale, without any color, extremely pale, and he was lying against the stone wall in a sick state , a pair of long and narrow eyes gathered into a straight line, like thick ink smudged.

The words that came out were so tender and tender.

"Yueming, just lick it, okay? You lick the big brother's dragon horn, and the dragon horn won't hurt anymore."

"it is good."

As if being bewitched, Luo Yueming boldly leaned over, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked the dragon's horn from the root to the tip, his mouth was full of fishy and sweet smell.

The dragon's horn was black and hard without any scales. It was slender and thick, and stood upright in front of the forehead, like two big tree branches. Luo Yueming also regarded this thing as a tree branch, and licked it without distraction.

It is amazing that with his licking, the wound on the dragon's horn healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only has it recovered, but it also exudes a crystal luster, and it is more energetic than before.

"Luo Yueming, I asked you to take care of Senior Brother Yue, is that how you take care of him?"

Liu Yijing's voice suddenly came to his ears, and Luo Yueming's mind froze in shock. The gold ring on his wrist spun rapidly, tightening it tighter, strangling his flesh, and even his bones. Gotta rattle.

"what is this?"

Xie Shuanghua noticed the strangeness of the golden circle, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch it.

"Don't touch!"

Luo Yueming suddenly pushed his hand away, a layer of cold sweat broke out all over her body.

"Don't touch it, I'm fine."

"Yueming, this golden circle..."

"I said, it's okay!" Luo Yueming quickly interrupted the elder brother's words, turned his head and rushed over, actively licking the blood on the elder brother's cheek, "Eldest brother, I will use my body to heal your injuries first! The rest Let’s talk about it after you recover from your injury!”