After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The white light came menacingly, but it didn't seem to hurt anyone's heart.

He just flicked Min Yueru's hand away without even scratching the oily skin.

She staggered back a few steps, raised her head, and saw a white-haired girl standing in front of her eyes.

The ankle-length hair and the silver eyes of the same color as the hair all showed the identity of the visitor.

"Bai Mengli, you have no grievances or enmities with my human race, why do you want to prevent me from collecting for my fellow disciples?"

Min Yueru's voice choked up, "Is it because of Lin Sishou's groundless judgment?"

"A bunch of idiots, don't they know the truth when they're dying?"

A girl who looks similar to Bai Mengli, but has the opposite hair color and eyes, came out from behind her. It was her partner Ye Guhong.

She sneered bluntly:

"The judgment of the immortal was not wrong. This person was indeed infected by the magic heart stone. If he hadn't killed him in time, everyone present would have been doomed."

"Why did you say this, and what evidence do you have, you might as well show it to everyone."

Being accused again and again, Min Yueru was out of anger.

Since that immortal venerable couldn't explain why, this spirit clan is afraid that his words are also empty.

Unexpectedly, Bai Mengli snorted coldly, a white light flashed in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he raised the knife and chopped off a lock of hair on the sideburns behind Ye Qingyi's ear.

"You are presumptuous!"

Min Yueru never expected that she would dare to directly insult the corpse, and was about to explode, but there were bursts of exclamations behind her:

"Look, Senior Sister, behind Senior Brother Ye's ear..."

She followed the instructions of others, only to find that the skin behind Ye Qingyi's ears had already been covered by purple-black scars.

Observe carefully, there is a very small wound on his ear, which is slowly oozing pus and blood.

"How, how could..."

Min Yueru still couldn't believe it.

"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Ye Guhong mocked,

"The perception of the spirit race is stronger than that of the human race. As long as we come into contact with the foul-smelling spar like the magic heart stone, we can quickly perceive it."

"What's more, although the current clear way of infection is only blood-to-blood contact, no one can say whether there are other ways of transmission."

She pointed to Ye Qingyi, "Continue to let this person surnamed Ye stay in the crowd. Not only will he die in the end, but all of you may not be spared."

"Thank you both for pointing out the siege."

Qiu Shengmiao, who was silent all the time nearby, said in a deep voice, "If it wasn't for this, I'm afraid all fellow Taoists would not be able to understand Master's kindness."

What he said didn't leave any face to the others. Everyone's complexions turned green and pale, and they stepped back consciously, getting further away from Ye Qingyi's corpse.

Only Min Yueru stood still, with a dull expression:

"Can't you even collect his funeral?"

"Anyone infected by the magic heart stone will have their internal organs turn into pus within three moments, and their body will also be covered with purple-black tentacles. As long as they touch it, there is a risk of infection."

Qiu Shengyou pulled back her arm: "This examinee, please think about the safety of yourself and others, don't be impulsive again."

For the fairness of the competition, the participants in the illusion did not know the specific way to leave. Right now, the only way to lead everyone to escape is by relying on Qiu Shengmiao.

Bai Mengli and Ye Guhong looked at each other and quickly walked into the team.

With tears streaming down her face, Min Yueru reluctantly looked back several times before she dragged her feet and followed Qiu Shengmiao away.

When the crowd gradually drifted away, Ye Qingyi's body suddenly let out a toothache "sizzling" sound, and the limbs exposed outside the clothes were also quietly occupied by ferocious markings.

……

Back in time not long ago, with a flash of light, Lin Chushu jumped into the center of Taoyuan with Zhou Changming in his arms.

Jiang Yuzhuo landed right after him. It was the first time he saw the scenery inside Liudao Hualian, and he couldn't help being slightly dazed.

"The catastrophe of Changming's Nascent Soul is approaching, and others will be involved, so we will survive the catastrophe in this magic weapon."

Lin Chushu said lightly, "Yu Zhuo, go to the eye of the Hualian Formation to ensure that the magic weapon is not hurt by the thunder."

"Yes." Jiang Yuzhuo nodded in agreement.

His eyes skipped over Zhou Changming's sleepy face, and he was puzzled for a moment.

I have never seen anyone survive the catastrophe in a coma... Could it be that Master has other arrangements?

The moment of hesitation, Lin Chushu's cold eyes had already killed him.

Jiang Yuzhuo was so frightened that his spine shivered.

Immediately, he didn't dare to continue thinking wildly, and hurried to the eye of the formation.

After his figure completely disappeared, Lin Chushu hugged Zhou Changming and walked into the hut belonging to Qin Cangyan.

If he remembers correctly, Senior Brother liked to collect all kinds of panacea the most.

Right now, Zhou Changming is in a hurry to attack his heart, coupled with his unstable internal breathing, his internal organs have already suffered internal injuries.

The most urgent task at the moment is to find some medicines for him to strengthen his foundation and cultivate his vitality, so as to heal his injuries.

It didn't take him much effort to find the right medicine, but Zhou Changming couldn't swallow the pill when it was brought to Zhou Changming's lips.

So he held the pill in his mouth, pushed the tip of his tongue, and fed it skillfully.

Then he changed his palm, and the effect of the medicine penetrated into the meridians of Zhou Changming's body under the traction of spiritual power.

After running for a short week, the pale cheeks finally regained some color.

After confirming that he was safe and sound, Lin Chushu breathed a sigh of relief, supported the back of his neck, and slowly laid him down on the bed.

The slender fingers traced all the way along the delicate eyebrows and eyes, and finally stopped at the corner of the warm lips. Lin Chushu pursed his lips slightly, and the thousand words finally turned into a sigh.

This time, I'm afraid you won't forgive me.

So... also good.

He thought silently in his heart, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

If there is no other way, let him hate it.

Maybe hate lasts longer than love.

When it was so long that he couldn't continue to be by his side, he could also turn into a thorn in his flesh and blood, making him think about it day and night.

The gesture of pulling his fingers away was sharp and decisive. Without much hesitation, he turned around and strode out of the house.

The chaimen covered up, and also erased the dark sky covered with thunderclouds.

Lin Chushu raised his jaw and looked at the gloomy sky.

He could clearly perceive that the Dujieyun attacking against Zhou Changming was extremely powerful, far beyond the level that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators could resist.

Even with the three strands of spiritual power in Zhou Changming's body, it is impossible to be sure of retreating from such a terrifying tribulation thunder.

What's more, he was deeply shocked at this moment, and his mind was unstable. If he was taken advantage of by the inner demon, the consequences would be disastrous.

It was enough for Lin Chushu to experience this kind of pain.

The eyes of the immortal in white froze, and after the brilliance passed, Lingwu flashed, and the Yinyue lock and Zhuolang sword appeared in his left and right hands respectively.

At the same time, the first tribulation thunder also chopped down from the sky.

The thunder wrapped in dense electric light intersected with the Zhuolang sword head-on. Although the sharp evil spirit was annihilated in the sword light, the aftermath still caused a wave of turmoil in his internal organs.

Without giving him any chance to breathe, the second tribulation thunder came one after another.

Every time he encounters a strike, Jielei's spiritual power will increase accordingly. After a total of 49 [-] lightning strikes, he can be promoted to Yuanying smoothly.

The state of Lingwu is one with the user, and after blocking the No.20 lightning strike, Lin Chushu's complexion was already pale.

He himself is also on the verge of advancing, and with the recent demons haunting his dantian, his dantian has been in disorder for a long time, and if he continues to block it, he will inevitably suffer serious internal injuries.

But he didn't take a step back.

The power of the tribulation thunder penetrated directly into the meridians, the blood boiled like magma, under the ice-white texture, the red light flickered, as if the ice melted and the snow melted, only in an instant.

The piercing pain made Lin Chushu more awake.

The magic heart stone appeared in the morning dew test without warning, and it was able to avoid many tests, and even escaped my own eyes and ears. The person behind the scenes must have already penetrated into the Chaoyin Pavilion.

In the worst case, that person knew about his special connection with the Demon Heart Stone.

Once this matter surfaced, he would be pushed to the cusp of blocking the Demon Heart Stone. At that time, he might not even be able to control his own destiny, let alone protect Zhou Changming.

That's why he also imposed a sleep ban on Zhou Changming just now, at least until the situation is not clear, this Taoyuan can be used as a temporary refuge.

The last thunderbolt came, his tall and straight figure swayed, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to one knee on the ground.

Little blood snakes generally meander down from the corners of the nose and mouth.

His vision and hearing were hazy, his body was as heavy as if filled with lead, and his usual elegant demeanor was already frail and emaciated to the point of shock.

But it was only for a moment, and the next moment, Lin Chushu washed away his embarrassment with magic, and stood up.

His fingertips pierced deeply into his palm, and his neck was slightly stiff, as if he wanted to look back again, but finally suppressed the impulse in his heart.

The snow-colored figure gradually disappeared into Taolin Feixia.

There was never a look back.

……

Chaoyin Pavilion, inside the Qiongwu Hall.

The Presbyterian Church, which had been rejuvenated due to the opening of the morning dew test, was also plunged into gloom and mist at the moment.

Yi Jinlan still sat solemnly at the first place, but upon careful observation, his complexion was extremely gray, and even his eyes, which used to be lively and energetic, seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

Like a wandering lonely soul.

Among the elders' seats in front of him, the seat belonging to Lin Chushu was still vacant.

Xia Houkun, Cen Yuzhou and Yin Xiangrong who were kneeling by the side also had different expressions.

If it is said that the first two still seem to be a bit shocked, Yin Xiangrong looks relatively calm.

Her left hand, covered by the hem of her purple sleeves, has been wrapped in layers of white gauze.

Just now in the fantasy realm, an infected monster suddenly attacked.

In order to protect Che Jingshu, she made a sudden move, but accidentally scratched her left little finger.

For the sake of caution, she immediately cut off her little finger without hesitation, and used her spiritual power to force out a large amount of blood to prevent the spread of the toxin.

But even if it was dealt with in such a timely manner, the ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

Che Jingshu, who was kneeling behind her, was crying all the time.

At present, except for Lin Chushu, no one can be sure whether Yin Xiangrong is safe or not.

But once it was determined that she was infected, not only would there be no cure, but she would immediately become the target of the entire Chaoyin Pavilion.

Even if she sacrificed her life, she could not protect Master.

Everyone in the room had their own thoughts and kept silent.

It wasn't until after half a stick of incense that Lin Chushu walked in slowly through the thick night.

He looked normal on the outside, but Yin Xiangrong keenly caught a strong blood.

This kind of breath reminded her of the killing god in white who returned from the bloodbath in Mo Xingsi's extremely dangerous mission a few years ago.

Why...why did he suffer such a serious injury?

She pursed her lips, and was about to find an opportunity to ask Lin Chushu, but the other party's eyes swept over without warning.

There was a hint of disbelief in those eyes that were as transparent as ice jade.

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