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

Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo were also affected by the shaking of the carriage, but after all, they were the leaders of the younger generation in the cultivation world, and they only staggered a little before sitting still.

However, the scene in the car was not something they could bear.

In Qiu Shengmiao's eyes, Zhou Changming not only threw himself heavily into Lin Chushu's arms, but even walked restlessly on his body with his hands.

Touching through a thin layer of clothing... What's the difference between Deng Tuzi and Deng Tuzi?

With the respect of Lin Chushu, even himself and Jiang Yuzhuo, who are closed disciples, have always been respectful and polite, and treated each other with caution, how dare they be so presumptuous?

He was so angry that his tongue got stuck: "You...you let go of Master!"

Hearing Qiu Shengmiao's angry shout, Zhou Changming just woke up like a dream.

He almost fell down just now, and instinctively grabbed Lin Chushu's arm. He didn't feel anything unusual at the time, but looking at it now, his face was flushed with embarrassment.

He didn't mean to tease the hero!

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Zhou Changming let go of his hand, and stepped back in embarrassment.

He peeked at Lin Chushu's expression under the cover of his hair, but found that the other party was not angry, but instead, there was a trace of inexplicable emotion in his eyes that had always been calm.

The strange feeling that had appeared before resurfaced in my heart again.

Starting from the inexplicable failure of the system, the process of returning to the game this time is full of all kinds of weird things, not only the npcs, but even himself.

Zhou Changming frowned, feeling extremely anxious.

In his short life of 20 years, the most important person to him is undoubtedly his younger brother, and he entered the game to save his younger brother's life.

Except for mission requirements, he will not interact with any virtual characters in the game.

Therefore, even if they have been with Lin Chushu for many years, once they take off the game helmet, they will have nothing to do with each other.

In the past, every new role has been developed smoothly, and Lin Chushu has never been suspected. Why this time, he always has a feeling that he has nothing to hide?

Zhou Changming's changing expressions fell into Lin Chushu's eyes. He slightly lowered his eyebrows and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he pursed his lips again to give up.

The body that was nestled in his arms just now was astonishingly small, the arched posture of the back when he was frightened, and the subconsciously curled fingers all overlapped with the images in his memory.

But whether it is involved in the crack, burning blood to die, or self-destructing the sword heart, it will cause irreversible damage to the living soul.

Therefore, reincarnation or soul separation cannot explain what happened to Zhou Changming at all.

Lin Chushu sighed softly.

He really wanted to know more, but now was obviously not the time.

With a flick of his wrist, the Zhuolang Sword pointed forward with a strong ice-type spiritual power, and he said coldly to the void in front of him:

"Where is the guest, please show up and meet."

At the same time, Jiang Yuzhuo also sacrificed Lingwu. He practiced a special technique. Although it is detrimental to pain perception, it can greatly enhance his attack power and insight.

His movements also reminded Qiu Shengmi, after all, the broken wind chariot is made of special materials, unless it is an attack of a certain strength, ordinary bumps or roadblocks, it is impossible to shake the car body.

The three of them guarded Zhou Changming at the back, and soon there was a sneer from outside the window:

"Hahaha, the majestic Mo Xingsi was injured so far by the ghost market. There is really no successor in the mortal cultivation world!"

Every time the man said a word, his voice became closer.

At the same time, the ground under the four people's feet suddenly began to tremble violently, the wall was torn apart in a blink of an eye, and bricks and stones were smashed down.

Before Zhou Changming had time to hide, there was a blur in front of his eyes.

The cloud-like wide sleeves easily brushed away the falling rubble, and then Su Bai's wrist flicked, and the Zhuolang sword flew out with a stream of light.

Lin Chushu's attacks are always so straightforward.

His attack must save the enemy, and the opponent was forced to suspend the attack.

The gust of wind that swept across the broken wind chariot subsided instantly, and the dust scattered, revealing a figure in red clothing hidden behind.

It was vaguely a tall man, half of his face was hidden under an ebony mask, and the other half of his eyebrows were exposed like lacquer, with phoenix eyes, extremely handsome.

The most eye-catching thing is his white hair, which falls down to his ankles like fresh snow in the Tianshan Mountains under the sunlight.

"I haven't seen you for many years, why did the immortal master change to Lingwu?"

The man dissipated the sword energy of the Zhuolang Sword, covered his lips and smiled lightly:

"Oh, I almost forgot that the ancient Shuangyun sword was reduced to scrap iron 30 years ago."

He took out a pure white bone flute from his sleeve and played with it leisurely:

"If the news I got is true, the position of Tianshu in your sea of ​​knowledge is probably still reserved for that scrap iron?"

When everyone present heard his words, their faces changed.

For all monks who practice spiritual power or demon energy, regardless of their level of cultivation, the sea of ​​consciousness can only accommodate the existence of three spiritual weapons, and they belong to the positions of Tianshu, Tiankui, and Tiansha respectively.

Among them, Tiankui controls, Tiansha master kills, and Tianshu assumes the most important coordination responsibility.

If the weapons at the Tianshu are not strong enough, the monks will easily become overly murderous, or have too much yin energy, and easily become obsessed.

A flash of light flashed in Zhou Changming's mind.

No wonder Lin Chushu was easily injured before, no wonder Qiu Shengmiao kept secret about his weird internal injuries——

Shuangyun's ancient sword is exactly Lin Chushu's Tianshu Lingwu!

And his third identity in the game is precisely the sword spirit of this sword.

Going deep into the Demon Realm and eradicating the forces of the Bone Corrosion Demon Lord who destroyed the peace on the border was the last main task he carried out at that time.

And the strongest boss they have to face is the demon lord Wu Xiao and his strongest general Hu Xiehui.

With the help of the Demon Lord, Hu Xiehui and Lin Chushu fought fiercely for three days with no end in sight.Even when he was on the verge of death, he tried to corrode Shuangyun's ancient sword with demonic blood, pulling him to die together.

But it was also at that time that the Heavenly Tribulation mission was activated, and Zhou Changming simply blew his sword heart, cutting off the connection between Gu Jian and Lin Chushu.

What happened next, he did not know.

It's just... why didn't Lin Chushu choose a new Lingwu top vacancy?How important the position of Tianshu is, that person should be very clear.

"Bold demons, slander with empty words, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

The secret that was so hard to hide was revealed, and Qiu Shengmiao was so angry:

"What is your origin, you demon in red? How do you know about the ghost market?"

After Lin Chushu broke Shuangyun's ancient sword, for some reason, he insisted on not looking for a new spiritual weapon to replace it. Instead, he kept consuming spiritual power and kept it in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Therefore, in the past few years, as his cultivation has continued to improve, the imbalance between killing intent and yin energy in the sea of ​​consciousness has become more and more serious. Not only does he have to endure the pain of yin qi retrograde every month, but if he is too lucky, he is also very easy to go crazy .

This matter is related to the prestige of Chaoyin Pavilion, so no one else knows except for a few chiefs and close disciples around Lin Chushu.

But I don't know where the damn demons got the news from?

Facing Qiu Shengmiao's questioning, the man just smiled and said nothing, but his red clothes and white hair were relatively distinct, which made Zhou Changming feel familiar.

He was trying to search for the memory of this npc, and Lin Chushu beside him had already spoken heavily.

"Bone Erosion Demon Lord," the Zhuolang sword turned into flowing light and flew back to his palm,

"How have you survived to this day?"

His tone was cold and unwavering, as if a man was no different from a corpse.

But the other party didn't seem to care about his angry tone, and said with a light smile:

"I'm disappointed by Jiao Xianzun. A-Hun was buried under your hands 30 years ago, and I haven't avenged him yet. How can I die?"

Zhou Changming's eyes froze. This person... is actually the Demon Lord Wu Xiao?

But as early as 30 years ago, this person should have been beheaded by Lin Chushu.

He subconsciously looked at Lin Chushu, but found that Lin Chushu didn't show much surprise, but his expression was more serious.

This seems to have been expected in general.

"Is the large number of magic heart stones that appeared in the ghost city related to you?"

Lin Chushu frowned, and the blade of the Zhuolang Sword pointed at Wu Xiao's throat.

When he was in Mingyufang earlier, Chu Yuexi mentioned that there might be forces behind the ghost market secretly promoting it, otherwise it would be impossible for those demons with low intelligence to make such a big commotion.

What's more, the time when the chaos broke out in the ghost city was too close to the great war 30 years ago, and the turbid aura that belonged to the magic heart stone also came from the demon king in front of him, which made him suspicious.

"You are really much more difficult to deal with than those useless scouts in Mingyufang."

Wu Xiao was noncommittal to his words, but smiled even more wantonly.

"Even if this matter has something to do with me? No matter what you do now, it's too late."

Fine purple-black lines began to spread along his pale skin, and the originally beautiful facial features quickly turned ferocious, muscles twitched, and half of the mask covering his face fell off.

I saw that half of the face had already been covered by clusters of crystals, and the original skin and facial features were pierced, drooping on one side strangely.

He looked like he had been skinned raw, half charming and half hideous, making people frightened and disgusted.

"This is?"

Where had Qiu Shengmiao and the others seen such a weird scene before, and the ending changed their tune in horror: "You actually lived with the Demon Heart Stone to such an extent?"

"The emergence of the magic heart stone is the destiny of the destiny. When all races become stronger under its influence, you obstructers will only kill yourself."

At the same time as revealing his true face, the devilish energy around Wu Xiao instantly surged, and a powerful pressure poured in. The disciple with a slightly weaker cultivation suddenly groaned and fell to his knees.

"Thirty years ago, I was lucky enough not to die. I went through all kinds of hardships and dangers just for this moment."

The crystal bone flute approached the bright red lips, Wu Xiao squinted her eyes, and her voice was cold, "Take what I love, and I will always take it. The people and things you protect will be destroyed one by one! "

The author has something to say: You can also compare the three ways of death mentioned by Shushu in the recollection~