Brothers wash white every day [Transmigration Book]

Zhu Qingzan didn't speak, but was ready for a fight. Zhu Qingzan was not good at fighting, but he would never stand up and get beaten.

And... soul!

What is so special about his soul? Wu Jing said in Luohua Town before that he is a person with a pure soul, but Zhu Qingzan never thinks that his soul is pure. It can't be called pure soul.

Xie Xiu obviously didn't expect Zhu Qingzan to have such an idea. He squinted his eyelashes slightly, and the hand holding the beads suddenly opened. The beads fell to the ground and broke the bead chain. After going out, it landed in various parts of the main hall, and a barrier suddenly appeared at the gate of the main hall, which was originally empty.

"Boy, your soul, I'm going to fix it today!" The fallen devil's mark on Xie Xiu's face suddenly raged, spreading from the corner of his eyes to his whole body.

The imprint was so complicated that Zhu Qingzan couldn't understand what it was at all, but thought it was very, very ugly.

Zhu Qingzan held the sword horizontally in front of his body, and a layer of spiritual power lingered on the sword. His peripheral vision fell on the broken clothes on his chest, and then looked at the hidden talisman that fell on the ground. His eyes scanned This square hall.

Obviously, the mask at the door was made out of his broken Buddhist beads. Could it be that his Buddhist beads are some kind of magic weapon?

Zhu Qingzan is really poor now, the Lingshi borrowed from Wu Jing will not take much time in Xiandu, the consumption of Xiandu is too high, he and his little brother used almost a bag of Lingshi to buy these things .

Zhu Qingzan's thoughts had already flown to Qiong, and the evil cultivator on the opposite side saw that he was distracted and did not move, but he was only a mere golden core, so he dared to underestimate him as a Nascent Soul.

Xie Xiu moved, his five fingers turned into claws, and he wanted to give Zhu Qingzan a black tiger to dig out his heart, Zhu Qingzan raised his hand and chopped off at his attacking hand.

Shui Hanqiu, who was trapped in the clay sculpture, was so heartbroken that he could only watch with wide eyes.

Zhu Qingzan turned sideways as soon as the sword fell, and moved her ears slightly, and suddenly heard several rapid breathing sounds.

As soon as the voice came, Zhu Qingzan knew that he was right. Those clay sculptures with different expressions were really all cultivators, and one of his juniors was probably inside.

Zhu Qingzan shifted his gaze slightly and landed on Xie Xiu. He couldn't see through the cultivation of this Xie Xiu. When he first came in, he thought this monk was really an ordinary little monk. Now that he thinks about it, one of his juniors is here. But he didn't see anyone, no matter how he thought about it, this place would not be a safe place.

After all, he is too inexperienced.

The evil cultivator keeps attacking, he seems to like Zhu Qingzan's heart very much, and has been digging out the heart with the black tiger.

Zhu Qingzan felt that he was getting a little bigger, and his current appearance was really close to Heihu.

The attacks of the two didn't stop at all. Xie Xiu didn't care about where his moves fell, but Zhu Qingzan couldn't. Those clay sculptures were filled with people. If he hurt his junior brother, it's very likely that his junior brother would burp like that.

Xie Xiu's moves became more and more fierce, and Zhu Qingzan gradually felt exhausted. There were constant explosions in this space, but the hall showed no signs of collapsing.

If I continue to consume like this, I will be the first to run out of spiritual energy, what should I do?

Xie Xiu also discovered something wrong with Zhu Qingzan. It stands to reason that even if the general golden core could fight him, it would not take so long. Could it be that one golden core is worth two for a person with a pure soul?

The evil cultivator coveted his soul, but his Buddhist beads were only half-baked after all. If he waited for those people to come back, sharing his soul breath with others would be a waste to himself.

The two palmed each other, and they stepped back more than ten meters in unison.

Zhu Qingzan even hit a clay sculpture behind to stabilize, but the clay sculpture was about to collapse in the next moment, Zhu Qingzan stretched out his hand to hold it.

Seeing this joy, Xie Xiu secretly thought of the opportunity, and his figure rushed towards Zhu Qingzan like lightning.

Zhu Qingzan felt something, supported the clay sculpture and turned sideways suddenly, but saw a spot of light under her feet, which was the Buddhist beads that the evil cultivator had just set.

He turned his long sword and stabbed the bead steadily with a sword. A slight cracking sound came to the ears of the two of them. At the same time, Xie Xiu took advantage of Zhu Qingzan's seal and slapped Zhu Qingzan's chest hard.

Zhu Qingzan flew backwards.

Zhu Qingzan's brain seemed to be numb from the pain, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly released, and it was firmly nailed to the mask at the entrance of the main hall.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of cracking, Zhu Qingzan smashed on a clay sculpture, and the clay sculpture fell to the ground at the same time as him, and fell into two pieces.

But when Zhu Qingzan turned his head and saw the broken clay sculpture, he didn't know whether he was frightened or injured, so he opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The middle of the clay sculpture seemed to have been frozen, and the internal organs were all congealed, which made Zhu Qingzan's scalp tingle for a while.

He looked at the evil cultivator who was entangled by vines. At the beginning, he thought it was just a layer of mud covering his body, but unexpectedly...

Is the evil cultivator so cruel and ruthless in doing things?

He resisted the churning in his stomach, clenched his back teeth, stood up, clasped his fingers, and the long sword flew back into his hand, and he put the sword on Xiexiu's neck, "You killed all the people here!" of?"

The hall is very big. At first glance, there must be hundreds of people if there is no one thousand. Just now when Zhu Qingzhang fell down, I saw a lot of clay sculptures piled up behind. If they are all, then...

Xie Xiu couldn't believe it, he was a majestic Nascent Soul, never thought that he would be suppressed by a golden core, and suppressed so ugly.

"So what? Do you still want to kill me?"

Zhu Qingzan has never killed anyone, and she doesn't want to kill anyone in her heart, but...but...

Zhu Qingzan didn't move, he raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the clay sculptures.

He didn't know how many people were still alive, but the evil cultivator was struggling and howling, spitting obscenities.

Zhu Qingzhan didn't answer, he wanted to find his junior brother, he looked for clay sculptures one by one, and called out to one of them.

Shui Hanqiu watched Zhu Qingzan getting closer and closer to him, and also saw a monster made of mud slowly gather behind Zhu Qingzan.

The monster looked like a frog, with a long tongue hitting Zhu Qingzan's back directly.

Shui Hanqiu's words were stuck in his throat, he couldn't make a sound, he could only struggle hard.

Brother, be careful, behind, be careful behind.

Zhu Qingzan couldn't feel it, and didn't turn around. The next moment, a small snow-white snake with the thickness of a thumb appeared out of thin air, and it opened its mouth to bite on the ejected mud tongue.

Just hearing a "click", the mud frogs immediately dispersed.

Zhu Qingzan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Xiaobai unexpectedly appeared, perhaps seeing an acquaintance, Zhu Qingzan's expression relaxed, and he was no longer cautious before, and walked quickly towards the clay sculpture.

The little white snake spat out the letter "hissing", and the golden vertical pupil looked at the evil cultivator who was entangled by the vines, his eyes were cold.

Xie Xiu didn't know if he saw some monster, he was very arrogant just now, and suddenly fell silent.

"Junior Brother, where are you, Junior Brother?" Zhu Qingzan didn't dare to smash the clay sculpture, he was afraid that if he accidentally touched his Junior Brother, what would happen if it broke?

Zhu Qingzan gradually became anxious, and suddenly found that the walls of the main hall seemed to have moved in a circle, getting closer to the clay sculptures.

Could this hall still shrink?

Zhu Qingzan walked anxiously, suddenly soared into the air, and moved all the clay sculptures from the bottom platform with spiritual power, and carried them out one by one.

Xie Xiu struggled harder, his whole body was cocooned by vines, his mouth was blocked by a vine, and he could only let out a slight whimper.

He is only in charge of guarding the Wanshen Temple, so he naturally knows what the Wanshen Temple is made of.

Xiaobai looked at him coldly and with straight pupils without emotion. After Zhu Qingzhan shipped all the clay sculptures out, Xiaobai's small head suddenly grew bigger, and swallowed that evil cultivator with a sound of "owwow". There was a chewing sound, and Xie Xiu chewed and swallowed it in a few bites.

"noob……"

When Zhu Qingzan came in, there were only vines, and he didn't see the evil cultivator. He tilted his head and looked at Xiaobai who squinted at him, and didn't care. Move in the middle.

"Quick, come out!" Zhu Qingzan waved to Xiaobai, and Xiaobai swam towards Zhu Qingzan.

The small square space outside is filled with densely packed clay sculptures with different expressions. It is difficult to tell who is who.

Could it be that he wants to move all these things out?

There are hundreds of thousands of clay sculptures, Zhu Qingzan only has one pair of hands, what should I do if I can't let these clay sculptures bump into each other?What exactly are these slimes?Why did that happen.

Zhu Qingzan feels that his current knowledge is really too poor, and there is nothing he can do.

Zhu Qingzhan tried to separate the mud from the people inside, but he was stunned when his spiritual consciousness penetrated in, and he couldn't feel the boundary between the mud and them at all. Could it be--the mud and the people have already assimilated?

"Which one is the younger brother? Is anyone still alive? Is it okay to make a living?" Zhu Qingzhan tried his best to find the living person, but it was too difficult. The breathing sound just heard seemed to be an illusion. Now the whole square Apart from his own breathing, he could only feel Xiao Bai's.

what to do?how to do?The area covered by his spiritual consciousness is too narrow, and it consumes a lot of spiritual power.

Zhu Qingzan gritted his teeth, and decided to fight, and let Xiaobai send it out if he found a living person.

Zhu Qingzan opened his ten fingers, and his spiritual power swept out along his fingertips. He tried his best to release his spiritual consciousness. Twenty at a time, Zhu Qingzan explored for four rounds. The extravagant spiritual consciousness was too exhausting. , but among the eighty, he didn't feel a single living person.

Could it be that all of these eighty are dead?

Zhu Qingzan didn't believe it.

Xiaobai tilted his head and looked at Zhu Qingzan, his mouth was bulging. It would never let Zhu Qingzan know that when Zhu Qingzan's spiritual power was wasted, there was a hidden soul breath in it, and it bit and ate it bit by bit. .

Shui Hanqiu was facing the wall at this time, out of the corner of his eye was a clay figure, and listening to the movement, his senior brother put him at the farthest place from him.

Shui Hanqiu suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.

These muds are really eating people.

The spiritual power in Shui Hanqiu's body was almost exhausted. If he used his spiritual power again, he would be completely swallowed and assimilated by the mud in an instant, turning into a complete clay figurine.

"Junior brother, where are you?" Zhu Qingzan was a little anxious, the hall behind him opened his mouth wide like a monster, as if he could swallow him in one mouthful at any time.

the other side.

Gong Xuanming broke into a secret passage, and those secret passages were full of blood, it was not difficult to find out what kind of horrific scene there was.

He walked forward step by step, and found that besides the evil cultivators, there were also righteous monks inside. Their pill seas were all cut open, and the methods were extremely cruel. There was a groove under their feet, and all the blood dripped into those grooves. Where does it go.

Gong Xuanming looked down at the blood gutters, and suddenly heard a scream.

Gong Xuanming didn't look any further, concealed his breath, turned around and swept towards the place where the sound came from.

After turning a few corners, you will see a bright light in front of you.

This is a large space, the walls are full of cages, and in front of it, a monk is bound by his limbs, and seven or eight people in black robes are tearing open the monk's clothes with a blood-red knife , and stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife.

There was a sliding movement, and the bound monk twitched/twitched all over, but after a few strokes, he was silent.

They—are cutting someone else's Danhai?

Similarly, there are blood grooves under them.

Gong Xuanming glanced over the few people who were tied up, and suddenly stopped on the person on the edge, his eyes shrank suddenly, that was—Senior Brother Six?

Ji Wuming was already in a coma, with many injuries on his body, but fortunately, he still had spiritual fluctuations, so he did not die.

Gong Xuanming took a look at the surrounding situation. Apart from the few monks who cut through the sea of ​​pills, there were also monks in black robes patrolling the stone prisons that went up.

What has Xiandu turned into, and why the outsiders didn't notice it at all.

Gong Xuanming moved, not daring to reveal his spiritual power. He sensed that there were at least three Nascent Soul cultivators among them.

Those black-robed men moved mechanically, Gong Xuanming saw a few baskets on the side, which were full of - cut out golden pills or spiritual roots.

Gong Xuanming kept his composure, turned his dark eyes lightly, and saw a man in black robe who was alone, with a movement of his body, he used his hand as a knife, that man was killed instantly with one blow, he never even groaned, Gong Xuanming Xuan Ming took off his robe and put it on, buttoned the hat on the cloak, slightly lowered his head and walked towards Ji Wuming.

When Gong Xuanming approached, he saw that Ji Wuming was seriously injured, almost dying, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Gong Xuanming pursed his lips tightly, his gaze swept coldly over the man in black robe who was dissecting the alchemy.

Gong Xuanming couldn't see his face, there were three Nascent Souls here, they didn't dare to act rashly, they could only do their tricks in silence.

"What are you doing in a daze? Cut it open!" Seeing that Gong Xuanming didn't move, the Nascent Soul cultivator next to him urged him.

Gong Xuanming took the knife on the tray in his hand, and looked at Ji Wuming, Ji Wuming was in a daze, but he opened his mouth and spat at the person in front of him, "Evil heretics, you will die."

Gong Xuanming: ...

At this time, the aura he revealed was indeed an evil cultivator, and he did not hide his impure spiritual power, nor did he care about it. He glanced at the Nascent Soul next to him, sensed the positions of the other two Nascent Souls, and held it with his backhand. The knife pierced directly into the waist of the Nascent Soul with lightning speed.

There was a scream, and the Nascent Soul was unprepared, blood instantly splashed on Gong Xuanming's face, and some splashed on Ji Wuming's face.

Ji Wuming was splashed by the blood, and he raised his eyelids with great effort. Gong Xuanming had once again dropped the knife on the Nascent Soul.

The space suddenly became chaotic, and the black-robed people moved in unison.

They jumped directly from mid-air, Gong Xuanming obviously felt that the other two Nascent Souls were also approaching here, he frowned, raised his hand, and the rope binding Ji Wuming broke suddenly, Ji Wuming couldn't stand at all, It fell directly towards the blood tank on the ground.

Seeing more and more monks approaching, Gong Xuanming stood on the edge of the blood tank to catch Ji Wuming, and suddenly felt something drooping.

Seeing something squirming in the blood tank, streaks of blood were about to rush out of the blood tank, which suddenly made people terrified.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Gong Xuanming was already surrounded by layers, it looked like all the monks had surrounded him.

Gong Xuanming didn't speak, his spiritual power was no longer pure, and the spiritual power of these people was not pure, either way, they still had more spiritual power.

Gong Xuanming didn't speak, but supported Ji Wuming and led him away from the blood tank.

Ji Wuming doesn't know who is supporting him, but the aura on his body is obviously not a righteous person, so there are still good people in evil cultivators?

The leader on the opposite side looked at Gong Xuanming, but they couldn't see his face clearly. They heard about what happened last night and sent many people out. Naturally, the person who can kill Venerable Huashen is not a small person. role, so they didn't dare to act rashly, if they could win over, they would win over, if they couldn't win over, then they couldn't let him get out of here alive.

Gong Xuanming slowly conveyed the remaining spiritual power to Ji Wuming's body, and probed his Danhai by the way, but this probe surprised Gong Xuanming, Jiwuming's Danhai shattered, and even the fire root Most of it withered, and the four-winged fire horse was being protected by him in Danhai. Three of its four wings were broken, and even its legs were broken.

Gong Xuanming turned his head to look at the Nascent Soul cultivator on the opposite side, and a deep voice sounded in this space, "You guys hurt him?" His injuries almost turned him into a cripple.

Yuan Ying on the opposite side winked at the people around him, knowing that it was impossible to win him over, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency is from the Luoxue Sect?"

He raised his head slowly, Gong Xuanming could see his face clearly, that face Gong Xuanming thought he would never forget in this lifetime——Luo Jin, Zhu Qingzan's right-hand man in his previous life, was born to practice evil magic, But Zhu Qingzan took it under his command.

This person is insidious and cunning, and his cruelty is even worse than that of Zhu Qingzan in his previous life, but... In this life, Zhu Qingzan has always been by his side, so who is he working for?

Ji Wuming is obviously not stupid, he hurt the root, unable to use spiritual power, his spiritual pet was also injured, why did this evil cultivator save him, in Ji Wuming's impression, evil cultivators are heinous, no It is good to do evil, and even save him a righteous person.

Gong Xuanming glanced around. There were two Nascent Souls, one in front and the other in the back. There were golden elixirs in the middle, but he noticed some differences. The cultivation of these golden elixirs was too uniform, and they were all golden elixirs. Dan fifth rank.

His eyes fell on the blood tanks. In these blood tanks, could it be the kind of monster that was raised last night?

Gong Xuanming narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not flinch at all, he hugged Ji Wuming tightly, "Can you hold on?"

Although Ji Wuming was almost delirious, his basic reaction did not disappear, and he said weakly, "Yes!"

Gong Xuanming clasped his five fingers, and a chain made of spiritual power appeared in his hand in an instant. His spiritual power was concentrated on the chain, and all kinds of power were chaotic. , all the surrounding golden cores moved.

With a flick of Gong Xuanming's chain, a huge force suddenly raged. Countless cages on the wall were cut open by the chain, and the monks imprisoned inside ran out in a swarm. They were either seriously injured or sealed. Those who can run like ordinary people, some with a sense of justice, and want to fight side by side with Gong Xuanming, all retreat because they can't get close.

Seeing this movement of the divine mind, the two Nascent Souls went to block those monks who escaped and managed to catch them back. Gong Xuanming's long chain directly blocked their way.

It stands to reason that both of them are of Nascent Soul cultivation base, it is not easy for Gong Xuanming to stop them, but this time...

The corner of Gong Xuanming's mouth curled up into a smile, and he judged that their strength was only at the peak of Jindan, so he was merciless in his strikes.

His chains changed in mid-air, with barbs appearing on each link, and there were screams when he swung it.

Seeing this panic, the two Nascent Souls gritted their teeth, the coercion of the Nascent Souls suddenly came, Gong Xuanming was afraid that Ji Wuming beside him couldn't bear it, so he pushed back, throwing out afterimages of the chain in his hand.

The wailing was endless, Gong Xuanming protected Ji Wuming with one hand, and approached the two Nascent Souls without hesitation. With a flick of the chain, it directly wrapped around the necks of the two of them, and pulled them hard.

The two Nascent Souls slid towards him uncontrollably.

Gong Xuanming looked at the two people who were strung together in a row, and let go of the other hand that was holding Ji Wuming, forming seals with one hand, directly sealing all the passages.

The monks who hadn't escaped slapped and howled vigorously, Gong Xuanming approached the two half-baked Yuanying, with a wicked smile on his face, "Say, why are you digging up so many monks' golden cores and spiritual roots? "

Gong Xuanming's face appeared in front of the two of them. The two half-baked Nascent Souls knew that the cultivation base they raised by taking a shortcut would have no power to resist in front of the real Nascent Soul. When one of them was about to speak, the other Yuan Ying quickly attacked that Yuan Ying, directly dug out his heart, and then committed suicide.

Gong Xuanming: ...

Seeing this, the other Jindan people in black robes didn't panic at all, they just watched all this blankly.

Gong Xuanming frowned, just now he felt that it was unusual, now it seems that these evil cultivators are just puppets.

Who has such a big hand and can control so many puppets at once?

The two who could speak died, and Gong Xuanming spared no effort to crush their three souls. There is no need for such a person to live.

Seeing this, those Jindan evil cultivators seemed to have stepped on some kind of lightning point, and suddenly started killing and strangling those monks who had no resistance.

With a flick of Gong Xuanming's chain, dozens of people were hooked at once, and these golden core and black robed people didn't snort when they died.

the other side.

One water mirror split into four petals, and a scene appeared in one petal.

Standing in front of the water mirror was a man in a white robe. He was as light as a banished fairy, but there was an evil smile on that light face.

He looked at the water mirror in the lower left corner, and there was the scene where Gong Xuanming was. He could see all of Gong Xuanming's movements. Xuan Ming said, "So, you are here."

He rubbed his fingertips repeatedly, and then pierced the water mirror with force, and the picture on the water mirror suddenly became mottled.