Brothers wash white every day [Transmigration Book]

"Oh?" Yeming thinks this soul is quite funny. Does he not know his situation or feel that he dare not do anything to him, and actually wants to protect the little Nascent Soul behind him?

The next moment, Zhu Qingzan felt a chill around him, and a cold breath suddenly appeared beside him, even Mo's hair was swept back by the strong air wave, and his chin was caught The person buckled hard.

When Gong Xuanming realized it, Yeming had already pinched Zhu Qingzan's chin.

"To be honest, I like you more than the one next to you." After he finished speaking, he inhaled the fragrance of Zhu Qingzan's body with a look of sinking. If it is possible, he really wants to take a bite, and the blood will flow sideways when he bites down. He doesn't know how sweet the blood of the soul will be, so he really wants to taste it.

Gong Xuanming saw Yeming's sharpened nails lightly scratching Zhu Qingzan's neck, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you want the magic power that I robbed before? I'll give it back to you, let it go." My big brother."

"Heh!" Yeming pushed Zhu Qingzan forward, and Zhu Qingzan's body fell onto him uncontrollably. At that moment, Zhu Qingzan felt as if he had encountered a cold corpse. The slightest temperature is so cold that it makes people worry.

"Do you think I need it?" Ye Ming said while gently rubbing his face against Zhu Qingzan's chin, sticking out his tongue and licking Zhu Qingzan's neck, the fangs slowly extended, Zhu Qingzan only felt a cold streak The sharp edge gently scratched the skin on his neck.

At that moment, Zhu Qingzan felt that Yeming was like a monster, with sharp fangs growing out, the next moment the fangs would pierce the blood vessels in his neck, making people shudder.

Gong Xuanming's face was too dark to be seen, and a strong killing intent shot out from those deep eyes.

Zhu Qingzan swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple rolled, and the next moment he felt a pain in the skin on his neck, and warm liquid flowed down his neck.

Something had pierced the skin at the nape of his neck.

Yeming inhaled the scent of blood, his originally dark red eyes seemed to be stimulated by the blood, and turned crimson. He stood up, stretched out his tongue and licked the fangs, the blood was sweeter than he expected , It almost made him a little uncontrollable.

The next moment, a gust of wind hit him directly.

Ye Ming retreated suddenly, and Zhu Qingzan immediately ran towards Gong Xuanming, clutching his neck.

That person's speed was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react. In the eyes of these people, Jindan's cultivation base was like an ant at the mercy of others.

Why?Why is it difficult for him to improve no matter how he cultivates, why?

Gong Xuanming had already started a fight with Yeming, Zhu Qingzan took off the hand covering his neck, a bloody mark on his palm made him clenched his teeth tightly.

She pricks her heart for her weakness, and hates herself for not working hard enough.

Gong Xuanming and Ye Ming fought fiercely, the light of the two people's power converged, intertwined, and then separated again. Gong Xuanming's five fingers clasped together, and a black long sword immediately condensed in his hand.

In the next moment, Gong Xuanming rushed towards Ye Ming.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the vigor that belonged to Yuanying's cultivation level rushed towards him. Zhu Qingzan resisted with force in his palms. Even with all his strength, he was not forced back more than ten meters by the strong wave Just let go of that power.

There were constant explosions/cracking/bombing sounds in the air, and with Zhu Qingzan's cultivation base, he couldn't even see the figures of the two clearly.

Zhu Qingzan tried his best to mobilize the spiritual power of the red golden elixir, and wanted to help Gong Xuanming, but at this moment his spiritual power seemed to be intermittent, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Zhu Qingzan was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Hiss".

The sound of a snake letter suddenly sounded from Zhu Qingzan's ear, Zhu Qingzan tilted his head, and saw Xiao Bai lying next to his ear, spitting out a snake letter, Zhu Qingzan seemed to be sinking in the river and found a floating Mu Ban said to Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, go, tear him up!"

Xiaobai tilted his head, and the next moment Xiaobai retracted into Zhu Qingzan's hair, hid it as if nothing had happened and continued to serve as a headband.

Zhu Qingzan: ...

Zhu Qingzan had no choice but to draw out the flute and sword from his waist and put it on his lips, and the sharp flute sound came from his lips instantly.

The chaotic tone made Ye Ming feel anxious and irritable.

Zhu Qingzan gathered almost all the spiritual power that could be mobilized in his body between his lips, spreading out a wave of spiritual consciousness to help Gong Xuanming shield the damage caused by the sound, but he is a golden core, and he wants to control the spiritual consciousness precisely It was too difficult, and the speed of the two of them was too fast, and they would always cover the wrong ears.

The two who fought hard: ...

Taking advantage of the gap between the two palms facing each other, Ye Ming tilted his head to look at Zhu Qingzan who was playing the flute, "Little Soul, do you feel sorry for me or something? But the way you cover your ears is too special!"

Yeming had an icy smile on his face, and his red eyes were full of sarcasm and chill.

Zhu Qingzan pretended not to see her, her gaze was fixed on Gong Xuanming, his junior brother was already a Nascent Soul, but this Yeming played with his junior brother like a monkey, completely at ease.

How high is his cultivation?Could it be Huashen?Zhu Qingzan was slightly shocked.

But in such a short moment, Zhu Qingzan seized the opportunity, and the sound of the flute suddenly slammed. The spiritual power in the red golden elixir finally showed signs of loosening. Zhu Qingzan almost mobilized all of it and gathered it in the flute. As if sensing what Zhu Qingzan was going to do, Ming made a seal with both hands and slapped the ground hard.

After Zhu Qingzhan blew the last syllable, the flute dropped her hand, and the sharp sound of the wind carried through the flute, making an incomparable scream. Zhu Qingzan was lucky, and slapped the ground hard with both hands without any rules, and the vegetation on the ground instantly pulled up Then, as if alive, they left the ground and ran towards Yeming.

Those plants waved their leaves or branches, spreading them into a net in mid-air, wrapping Ye Ming tightly.

Zhu Qingzan and Gong Xuanming looked at each other, Gong Xuanming immediately rushed towards him, grabbed his waist, and the two walked straight away, halfway Gong Xuanming drew a piercing formation, and the two of them brought their spiritual power together. The fluctuations all disappeared without a trace.

When Yeming got rid of those flowers, plants and trees, the two of them had long disappeared in front of him. He stretched out his tongue and licked his fangs. The teeth seemed to still have the fragrance of Zhu Qingzan's blood, and his red eyes gradually became pale. Dark Red whispered: "What should I do? I really want to treasure all your blood."

Ye Ming swears that this is the best and sweetest blood he has ever tasted, just a little bit, but it leaves a fragrance on his lips and teeth that will linger for a long time.

Here, Gong Xuanming didn't choose a direction at all when he drew the formation, that person——is too strong.

"Junior Brother." As soon as the two of them stopped, Zhu Qingzan saw that Gong Xuanming was pale in front of him, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips were dark purple, "How are you? Where are you hurt? Let me see!"

After Zhu Qingzhan finished speaking, she nervously wanted to pull Gong Xuanming's clothes, but Gong Xuanming pinched her hand, her eyes were abnormally dark, "Brother, it's okay."

Who is he who feeds on blood?

Gong Xuanming has lived two lifetimes, and what he is encountering now is completely beyond his understanding in these two lifetimes.

"But you..." Zhu Qingzan felt pain in his heart, and Gong Xuanming's current appearance was obviously not all right, that person seemed to have no body temperature at all.

"It's okay, senior brother, first find a place to light a fire." Gong Xuanming only felt that his whole body was extremely cold.

Zhu Qingzan supported him, and within two steps, he found that Gong Xuanming's body was covered with a thin layer of ice. The ice color was purple, and it looked like he had been poisoned.

Zhu Qingzan didn't dare to use spiritual power, and he couldn't draw talismans, or draw formations out of thin air, so he could only rely on his legs and feet to walk in an unknown direction step by step.

Gradually, Zhu Qingzan found that Gong Xuanming couldn't move anymore, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Junior brother!" Zhu Qingzan was startled, and subconsciously reached out to help him, but he didn't do it at all, and fell on Gong Xuanming's chest.

Zhu Qing's first reaction when the hairpin fell was that it was cold. His little junior brother was as cold as ice. When he raised his head again, Gong Xuanming's entire face was frozen stiff, as if just a light tap, he would Like broken into pieces.

Zhu Qingzan tried her best to hold back the panic in her heart, and couldn't control how far the fluctuation of spiritual power would affect her. A small flame gathered in her palm, trying to dispel the chill all over Gong Xuanming's body.

"Master, senior brother..." Gong Xuanming's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he said in a trembling voice, "I'm cold!"

He now feels like his soul is about to be frozen.

Zhu Qingzan picked him up, put his hands on his neck, and gasped, "Is it still cold? Is it still cold, little brother?"

Gong Xuanming looked at Zhu Qingzan's anxious face, his expression gradually softened, his eyes were very, very deep, as if he wanted to carve Zhu Qingzan's seal into his soul.

Zhu Qingzan hugged him, shivering from the cold on his body. It snows all year round in their Luoxuezong. Zhu Qingzan has never felt so cold no matter in his previous life or in this life. He just hugged him, but Feeling so cold, it can be seen what kind of cold erosion his junior brother is enduring.

Zhu Qingzan's eye sockets unconsciously condensed a tear, which fell on Gong Xuanming's body, almost dripping into ice, and smashed into a purple ice flower splashing all over.

"Junior brother, bear with it, don't sleep." Zhu Qingzan's voice trembled slightly, not only in his palms, he lifted the fire spirit root all over his body, and bathed in the fire, but he was careful not to let the Huo meets Gong Xuanming.

His little brother was too cold, as cold as a frozen corpse, Zhu Qingzhan felt that if the heat was not enough, his little brother would be frozen into a complete block of ice at that moment.

The fire spirit root tried its best to burn the spiritual power in his body, strands of soul breath overflowed, and slowly drifted away. The demons, ghosts, ghosts and monsters within a hundred miles seemed to smell something extremely attractive, and they were surging. The waves are approaching here.

Gong Xuanming wanted to stop him, but it seemed that even his tongue was frozen, and he couldn't utter a word at all.

But even so, Zhu Qingzan could only feel that the chill was stagnant, and had no tendency to recede.

Soon, Zhu Qingzan heard strange movements from around, rustling, very disturbing.

Even Youqin Ce and Wu Jing, who were not far away, could feel the faint breath of the soul. They were still on edge at first, but when they saw this, they all looked at each other, and all of them moved towards the breath. The direction swept past.

When the few people arrived, they were beyond shocked by the sight in front of them.

Countless monsters roared densely and crawled into a ball. Countless monks were slashing and killing the monsters on the periphery, and strong soul breath came from the monster ball.

Youqin Ce frowned, thinking that Zhu Qingzhan was so stupid now that she released her soul arbitrarily, did she think her life was too long or something?

Gong Xuanming's whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture. Zhu Qingzan looked at Gong Xuanming, feeling as if his heart was being twisted like a knife. He was furious, but also sad. He hugged Gong Xuanming and let out a heart-piercing cry. screaming, crying heartbroken.

It's because he's too weak, it's because he always hurts others, it's him, it's him, he's he, he's he, he's him...

All because of him.

"Junior brother, don't die, okay?" After Zhu Qingzhan finished crying, she called softly like a mosquito, but there was no response. Gong Xuanming's whole body was frozen, and he shouted no, his eyes froze. Looking in his direction, those deep, cold, but tender eyes just looked at him like that.

Zhu Qingzan couldn't tell how he felt now. For the first time, he wanted to kill someone so much, the one who hurt his junior brother.

The barrier condensed around Zhu Qingzan made it impossible for those monsters to get close at all, but the next moment, Zhu Qingzan had a desolate and gentle smile on his face, and he said: "Little brother, I will bring you back to life !"

Will.

Zhu Qingzan's eyes changed, the originally tender, cowardly and gentle eyes showed a strong intention of killing at this moment.

He gently put Gong Xuanming down, turned his head to look at the monsters that were constantly approaching him, and raised a smile on his face, that smile was so bloodthirsty that Lengkong's Saitama was startled when he saw this.

Seeing Zhu Qingzhan raised his hand lightly, a majestic force suddenly swept out of his robe, and the monsters who were close were cut in two by the wave of air.

"Don't you want souls?" Zhu Qingzhan smiled, her voice was obviously not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Zhu Qingzan tilted his head slightly as usual, and he drew out the flute and sword at his waist, holding the flute in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other, and slowly drew it out.

The cold sword light passed over his brows and eyes, those eyes that were once gentle, innocent, and even a bit silly, now made everyone's scalps tingle.

Countless monsters retreated tens of meters suddenly, wanting to stay away from the man they coveted just now.

Zhu Qingzan's gaze swept across slowly, every glance, every look, made people shudder.

Youqin Ce's hand unconsciously held the flagon at his waist. It was terrifying for a soul to grow up, and he knew it all along, but this is definitely not the case for the opportunity to grow up.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Gong is not dead, so be sober." Wu Jing was so frightened that he panicked all over, but he wanted to get closer. Zhu Qingzan's enchantment formed by the soul may not even be able to break through the spirit transformation. What is a person who has just been promoted to Nascent Soul?

Zhu Qingzan looked in Wu Jing's direction, and then turned his head to look at the stiff Gong Xuanming. He knew that his little junior brother was not dead, but...his pill sea was frozen, and his pill sea was frozen. If he couldn't find a solution, his junior brother would never be able to use his strength again in this life, no matter what kind of force he had, his junior brother would never have a chance in this life.

What's the difference between destroying his spiritual roots and cutting off his cultivation base? For Gong Xuanming, a person who wants to become stronger, this kind of pain is more cruel than killing him with a knife.

However, all this is because of him.Soul, all because of Soul, all this is because of Soul...

Zhu Qingzan's gentle eyes sharpened sharply, and he pulled out the long sword "咻", he stood holding the sword, the cyan fringe of the sword brushed by the wind, and slapped on his robe, "Come and grab it!"

As soon as Zhu Qingzhan's words fell, she quickly withdrew the barrier, only a strand wrapped around Gong Xuanming, leaving behind a cluster of spiritual fire to roast Gong Xuanming's body.

Those monsters just followed the nature of being monsters, and rushed forward in a swarm.

The expression on Zhu Qingzan's face was cold and hard, he just raised his eyes slightly, and the long sword moved slightly.

Everyone saw countless cyan sword lights flashing in the siege surrounded by demons and ghosts, and the strong smell of blood entered the nasal cavity.

The monks who were still coveting the soul backed away.

Jindan, a Jindan with a soul, the momentum at this moment made them extremely terrified.

Saitama looked at Zhu Qingzan who was fighting, and his eyes gradually brightened. That's it, that's the expression, that's the momentum, that's the killing intent, is it him?Could it be him?He is back?

Although Saitama knew it was impossible, but—it was too similar, too similar.

With a movement of Saitama's figure, he swept directly into the battlefield, and the five fingers of the claws made a deep scratch.

Even for such a small resemblance, he wants to protect it well. He has missed it for hundreds of years, and has been obsessed with worshiping a figure for hundreds of years. Now that he can meet again, even if it is not him, he still wants to guard it well, even if it is just a thought.

Wu Jing couldn't sit still anymore, he turned around to face those monks who were stupid/wanting/moving, the coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul smashed down on them, some monks who were far away suddenly retreated, and the words such as evil, heretics, etc. Incessantly passed into the ear.

He opened his folding fan with a "snap", and looked at the monks who claimed that he was a heretic, with a gentle smile on his lips. The next moment, his folding fan slammed, a man with a slightly higher cultivation level who still did not give up coveting the soul The monks were sent flying out by him, but his face was still warm, "Evil demons and heretics are protecting the souls, you people who claim to be righteous but want to take the souls for yourself, what are you?" ?”

Everyone did not dare to move.

One is: no Nascent Soul among these people can resist.

The second is: they can't resist even if they want to.

Wu Jing could strangle hundreds of them with just one thought.

When Ying Que and the others arrived, they saw such a scene. Before they approached, Ying Que noticed something unusual, took out the psychic jade and immediately notified their big brother Fang Qiyun, and then lay in ambush to wait for the opportunity.

Even if Zhu Qingzan was like this over there, he didn't kill a single person. Countless monsters rushed towards him desperately. After killing one wave, there would be another wave. They were tireless, let alone deadly.

Zhu Qingzan's eyes almost turned red.

For the first time, he carefully felt that the flesh/body was cut by a sword under his sword, the blood flew flying, and the strong smell of blood made him very calm. He was fed up with the days of running away and hiding, He's fed up with constantly hurting people he cares about.

Become stronger, become stronger, become stronger, become stronger, Zhu Qingzan wants to become stronger now more than ever, and only by becoming stronger will he not be a mermaid.

This is not the modern world he is familiar with. This is the world of comprehension, where people kill without batting an eyelid, and the strong are respected.

All kindness and soft-heartedness will become fatal gaps for yourself or those around you.

If you want to protect others, you must first be strong yourself.

At this moment, Zhu Qingzan's cognition is clearer than ever.

Gong Xuanming opened a pair of stiff eyes, looking at the fighting Zhu Qingzan, his heart felt like a knife.

It shouldn't be, his senior brother shouldn't do this, let alone for him.

Gong Xuanming felt uncomfortable, but satisfied.

Zhu Qingzan was probably tired of killing, so he couldn't help but let out a yell, and the invisible air wave suddenly overturned the monsters surrounding him, and all the monsters were torn apart by the knife-like air wave.

Zhu Qingzan's hair was slightly loose, and her face was stained with blood, but the smile on her face was as gentle as ever, which made Wu Jing, who was familiar with him not far away, look terrified. That feeling was like Zhu Qingzan's sudden change. He is no longer the Zhu Qingzan he is familiar with.

Wu Jing knew that such a day would come sooner or later, but he never thought that this day would come so soon.

Zhu Qingzan looked at the monks who were blocked by Wu Jing, and passed a "thank you" to him with his eyes. It was obviously far away, but Wu Jing understood it.

Zhu Qingzan reached out and patted the shoulder of Saitama who stopped, motioning him to get out of the way.

Saitama was very obedient, shook off the blood stained on his hands, and stepped aside.

Wu Jing watched him walking towards him, understood his plan, disagreed, but couldn't stop him, so he could only turn around and walk quickly in the direction of Gong Xuanming, reached out his hand to explore his Danhai, turned his head towards the stupefied Saitama said: "What are you doing in a daze, come and help!"

Saitama was full of reluctance, and muttered: "The cold poison can't kill people, so why be nervous."

Wu Jing's throat choked, and he looked at Zhu Qingzan's back, Zhu Qingzan didn't hear these words now, if he did...

Gong Xuanming's eyes kept sticking to Zhu Qingzan's body as hard as possible, and his heart was unusually warm, which was a warmth he had never tasted in his two lifetimes.

Standing in front of those monks, Zhu Qingzan tried her best to release her soul breath, and said with a smile, "Want?"

Those monks were about to move/want/moved, but they didn't move, they could only swallow hard.

No one in the six realms of heaven and earth would want a soul.

A monk said: "You are carrying a soul, you are not doing the right way, but you are with evil spirits and heretics, you don't deserve to have a soul at all."

Zhu Qingzan laughed when he heard the echoes.

That smile is very touching, obviously the smile on his face is very gentle, but it is also extremely cold, blood splashed on that fair face, making him look like a gentle devil, his compassionate face is like It was stained with the color of the devil, which made people's scalp tingle.

"So, I'll ask you to grab it!" Zhu Qingzhan flicked the blood off the sword in his hand, and the blood fell on whoever it was, and there were several screams immediately.

Those monks retreated together, Zhu Qingzan took a step forward, and those monks who dared not approach with their swords took two steps back.

Zhu Qingzan was amused by them, is this someone from the cultivation world?

So hypocritical!What is the right way?What evil heretics?

Ah--

For the first time, Zhu Qingzan came up with their disgusting thoughts. Those faces that were terrified and greedy, who dared to do it but didn't dare to admit it, made him feel disgusting if he took a second look.

Just when Zhu Qingzan was about to move, a dusty white shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

He held the sword in one hand and put the other behind his back, turning around slowly.

——Fang Qiyun.

Then came the lack of them.