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

"Xiaoshu!" Jieyun stagnated, and the pressure from the crowd was relieved.

Zhou Changming cried out in grief and rushed forward, kneeling beside Lin Chushu.

The moment he hugged that person's body tightly, the scorching temperature hurt his palm.

Cutting into pieces by thousands of knives, scorching with fire, and torture from life to death, in the end, he still failed to make that person reach the Mahayana realm.

Trembling, Zhou Changming wiped off the blood and stains on Lin Chushu's face, resisting the pain in his heart, and stretched his fingers close to his nose.

It was so quiet, I couldn't feel any breath.

Zhou Changming couldn't believe it, and buried his head in Lin Chushu's chest to listen again. There was also a dead silence.

No matter what he did, it was impossible for that person to give him any response.

"No, it's impossible, how could it be...how could it be!"

A look of frenzy spread across Zhou Changming's face, as if the entire sky was collapsing, making him unable to breathe, and his blood vessels and bones almost shattered.

That's Lin Chushu.

Lin Chushu, who is invincible in all battles and never defeated.

How could one's life be taken away by a catastrophe like this?

"Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu, wake up, look at me again..."

Zhou Changming sobbed, stroked Lin Chushu's face, leaned into his ear and called repeatedly.

But those eyes are still closed tightly, and the skin is also lifeless and pale.

As the dust raised by the thunder and the spiritual power of the enchantment dispersed, the figures of the two cuddling each other were also exposed to everyone's eyes.

The red dress is flirtatious, the black hair is like a waterfall, and the delicate appearance is different from ordinary humans, which quickly caused a commotion in the crowd.

"This man in red doesn't seem to be a human race?"

"I saw that his appearance looks familiar, is it the one who followed Jiangyue Xianzun before?"

"Recently there have been rumors that this person seems to be the spiritual servant of the Immortal Venerable. Don't look at his former glory, but behind his back, he is just a furnace for gathering spiritual power!"

"Tsk tsk, this Jiangyue Immortal is acting so sinister, it's no wonder that he can do such ungrateful things as assassinating the pavilion master..."

For a while, rumors spread everywhere, and the more they talked, the more deviant they became.

Qiu Shengmiao was so angry in the crowd that she wiped the corners of her red eyes:

"The spiritual deed between Changming and Master is an internal matter of Chaoyin Pavilion, why do people from sects outside the pavilion know about it?"

"He was injured like this by Heavenly Tribulation...why do they still say those things..."

The more he talked, the more dejected he became.

Although Lin Chushu had told him beforehand that he was psychologically prepared for the possible development of the situation, but when facing this moment, the grief in his heart could not be suppressed at all.

No one knows whether Lin Chushu can succeed, and all they can do now is to do their best and obey the destiny.

But how can the dignity of the master be allowed to be desecrated by these people at will?

Jiang Yuzhuo was also furious, his usually cold face was covered with a layer of frost, and the Soul Eater quietly appeared in his hand, wrapped in a strong evil spirit.

"Even if Master explained it first, we can't tolerate other people's slander at will."

Unexpectedly, the always calm junior would be more impulsive than himself under anger, Qiu Shengmi had no time to stop him, so he could only hug his waist tightly:

"Ah Zhuo, don't be impulsive, the most urgent thing is to try to take away Master's fairy body, we can't be too aggressive!"

A warm embrace came from behind, accompanied by a faint aroma of herbs.

Jiang Yuzhuo immediately froze in place, unable to move.

Perhaps he had fantasized about this scene countless times, but he never thought that it would appear in such a way under such circumstances.

"Brother..."

The hand that has always been stable, even the knife is almost unsteady.

"I won't act rashly, you...don't worry." He uttered words a little vaguely, his stern face was stained with a rosy color, and he turned slightly sideways.

"That's good." Qiu Shengmiao breathed a sigh of relief, only to belatedly realize that his actions were a little out of bounds, he hurriedly let go, and turned his gaze to where Lin Chushu was again.

But within a few breaths of their delay, the situation has changed.

Cen Yuzhou, who was originally sent to the Miao Medical Bureau by Xiahou Kun, turned back halfway despite the serious injury of his left arm.

His wound was only hastily bandaged with cloth, and his whole body looked blue and extremely emaciated.

But in those long and narrow eyes, there is still a glint of light:

"The former head of the Criminal Division of Moxie, Lin Chushu and his subordinates, used cruel means to assassinate the master of Chaoyin Pavilion, Yi Jinlan, and caused her death. He should be punished for his crime!"

"All sects of cultivation are connected with one another. Now that Chaoyin Pavilion is in trouble, we should unite as one."

He sneered, and pointed his right hand in the direction of Zhou Lin and the two:

"Why don't you kill the culprit on the spot?"

The order was loud and loud.

Even if there are some doubts about the situation, it is an undeniable fact that Yi Jinlan was killed by Lin Chushu.

What's more, that person is now injured by the catastrophe, and his life and death are unknown. It is the most vulnerable time.

Normally, they were afraid of Lin Chushu's cultivation, but now that they finally gained an advantage, they naturally wouldn't let it go easily.

Hearing a clear whistle, with Xia Houkun as the leader, the figures of more than a dozen monks shot out!

They formed a formation in the blink of an eye, outflanking them from all directions, blocking every escape route for the two of them.

And at this moment, Yin Xiangrong was seriously injured, and Qiu Shengmiao and others had no time to rescue her.

At the same time, Zhou Changming, who was in crisis, suddenly raised his head.

There were no tears at the corners of his reddened eyes, only two glaring dark red bloodstains.

There was no light in those charming peach blossom eyes, the extreme blackness was like a hell tempered by blood and fire, which made people tremble when they looked at it.

"You...don't even try to touch him!!"

Shuangyun Ancient Sword and Rising Sun Bow appeared out of nowhere in his grasp.

Zhou Changming took a step forward, turned his waist lightly, and in an instant, his spiritual power turned into dozens of light arrows, and shot towards those monks like flying feathers.

While shooting the arrow, he also recklessly stimulated the phoenix flame blood in his body.

Ever since he successfully merged with Qin Cangyan's power in the "real world", the special blood belonging to the boy has been dormant in his body.

The bloody flames with frighteningly high temperatures spread rapidly around his body, forming a high wall of flames in a ten meter radius around the two of them.

The Nascent Soul cultivated by Mirage is far more solid than ordinary monks, so Xia Houkun and others are just barely able to catch the light arrow, and some people have already screamed and injured.

Obviously, Zhou Changming's sudden burst of strength was far beyond their expectations.

But after all, Xia Houkun was a person whose cultivation level was second only to Lin Chushu in the Presbyterian Church, so naturally he would not be easily blocked by this circle of fire.

The strong earth attribute spiritual power spread all over his body, and under the protection of the protective barrier, he rushed towards the sea of ​​flames brazenly.

Looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, Zhou Changming's heart sank heavily.

He knew that he couldn't compete with Xia Houkun at present.

But as long as he was alive, he would never let them meet Lin Chushu's clothes.

"Xiao Shu, wait for me."

He kissed Lin Chushu's temples softly, held the man's back neck and let him lie on his back, then stood up, and strode towards Xia Houkun holding his sword.

When he stood up, he cut open his right wrist, and the blood of Huangyan flowed along the body of Shuangyun's ancient sword.

And under his porcelain-white skin, golden and red rays of light flowed, and every meridian was faintly visible.

"go to hell!"

Three thousand blue silks fluttered like crow feathers, Zhou Changming's long sword was raised above his head, and the bright spiritual power was as blazing as the sun, burning his life while burning others.

"Zheng!!"

The long spear and the ancient sword collided fiercely.

Almost at the moment of contact, the piercing pain went straight to the lungs.

Zhou Changming frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his movements did not stop at all.

The spear imbued with spiritual power was thrown away by him.

The ancient sword slashed down, creating a very deep wound from Xiahou Kun's neck to his right abdomen.

But the next moment, the tip of the gun also viciously penetrated into his left shoulder blade.

"Hmm!" Zhou Changming endured the pain, pressed the handle of the gun with the ancient sword in his hand, and pulled back the spirit weapon with force, pulling out the spirit weapon from the wound.

The rapid loss of blood made his eyes black for a while, but at this moment, the red mole behind his ear became hot again.

A strange but friendly force poured into the body, shaking the consciousness that was on the verge of blur.

Zhou Changming staggered a few steps at the moment when he was about to fall, and stood still dangerously.

Unexpectedly... not at a disadvantage.

The injury he suffered was serious, but Xia Houkun definitely didn't feel well either.

When the ancient sword cut through the flesh of that person, it also poured the blood of Huang Yan into it. As long as the spiritual power in his body circulated at a high speed, the terrifying fire poison would spread to the meridians of his whole body, making him unable to fight any more in a short period of time.

And Xia Houkun did exactly as he expected, unable to hold the spear due to the intense pain, he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

The damage from Huang Yanxue was too severe, he didn't dare to neglect at all, he was afraid that his cultivation would suffer irreversible damage if he delayed detoxification for a moment.

Finally, the crisis in front of him was temporarily resolved, his tense nerves were relaxed, Zhou Changming's knees became weak and he knelt down on the ground, and several mouthfuls of blood spewed out again.

Just now he activated Huang Yanxue regardless of the cost, the latter naturally ran rampant in his meridians, but in order to maintain the barrier of the wall of fire, he couldn't stop at all.

If it continues, he will not be able to escape the end of his meridians being completely destroyed.

Panting quickly, he groped for Lin Chushu's palm in his hazy vision.

The distance between them is close at hand, but separated by the gap between life and death, they are far away in the world.

If this is the end...

Going up to the poor and down to the underworld, is that person willing...to look at him again?

The author has something to say: let the fire burn more vigorously!