Only senior brother is amazing

"Crazy boy..." Xu Tang looked resentful.

Fortunately, He An and the two hall masters were leading a group of brothers from the Zhenwu League to outflank Chunlei Mountain. Xu Tang did not disclose this matter to any Jianghu organization other than the Zhenwu League.

"Eldest senior brother, second senior brother... is he dying?" Qi Nian was in a complicated mood. He thought that He Bei was so fearless about death. Is this still his lazy senior brother who always takes chances?

Qi Nian finally concluded: "That's not how you get the limelight... I don't want to lose my brother at such a young age..."

Xie Juan looked at the direction in which He Bei was leaving and stood silently for a long time, his brows were not stretched, his face was frosty, he looked more nervous than anyone else.

"Save people first." Xu Tang broke the silence.

The people of Jinghua Palace retreated into the darkness like ghosts, leaving behind a group of common people who were bound in place and trembling.

Xu Tang led a group of people to untie these innocent people, preparing to evacuate them and temporarily evacuate the place.

Nan Guo hugged Hongdou, and after seeing Xie Juan, he walked towards him: "Little brother, so you are from the Zhenwu League."

The Zhenwu League has a great reputation in the world, and it has been heard of in the southern country.

Xie Juan felt a chill all over his body: "Well, take the child and get out of here first."

"That junior brother of yours is a real man... these days, it's wrong to be good-looking. You said that the head of the Demon Cult really won't let go of your junior brother." Only He Bei's is on purpose.

"What they want is my junior brother's life." Xie Juan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red like blood.

Nan Guo still prayed faithfully: "Little brother, I hope your junior brother can come back safely."

Xie Juan didn't listen to Nanguo's words at all, he just felt that the long silent night had become a handful of quicksand, time was flowing one by one, it couldn't end, it was extremely long.

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"You're quite flamboyant, and you take your throne with you wherever you go." He Bei looked at Yang Jue under the warm yellow candlelight in the darkness.

Yang Jue was leaning on his luxurious throne made of gold and jade, kneeling on the left and right under his feet were two clean, young male servants, who were beating his legs and pinching his feet.

Yang Jue squinted his eyes halfway, with a comfortable expression, He Bei looked at it and wanted to walk over and punch him twice.

"You are here to enjoy yourself and play around with our people outside. It's really yours. Why, Baizi, you have seen it with your own eyes before. It's gone. Either you kill me and try to extract it from my ashes. Let's see if we can refine two or two whites."

Yang Jue opened his eyes slightly, and a sinister smile curled up on the corner of his mouth: "Xiaobei, don't always be dead and alive, isn't there another way, sacrifice your body to your son, you are now Baizi's container, It can also be the container of this seat, we have dual cultivation, you enjoy it, and this seat also enjoys it, this seat is reluctant to kill you, why don't we practice together, it is good for you and me."

He Bei said contemptuously: "Shuangxiu? You, too, deserve it?"

Yang Jue leaned forward, his expression became more playful: "I don't care about you, I'm used to you, let you be on top, what do you think?"

He Bei sneered: "I'm really having sex dreams at night, I'm not interested in you."

Yang Jue smiled and said: "In terms of waist and appearance, I don't need to be inferior to your senior brother, right? Your senior brother is still a young chicken, and he is incomparable with me." After finishing speaking, he pulled down his collar and smiled slightly. Open, revealing half of the skinny collarbone.

He Bei's face darkened: "No, I find it disgusting."

"You child, why doesn't it make sense. I love you too, and don't want you to die." Yang Jue slowly sat up straight, his red pupils were deeply familiar, and the frivolous look disappeared.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Let's do it, Palace Master Yang, let me see how far you have practiced your lotus ghost." He Bei's brows also condensed a murderous air, gathering the abundant true energy in his body. At the fingertips, the body is like a flying arrow, ready to go.

Yang Jue clapped his palms, pretending to be stunned: "Lianhua Guichao? The name is good. I have never thought of a name."

He Bei didn't expect that Yangjue hadn't named his evil kung fu in this life, and he knew that he should have said something about the magic kung fu, the demon man's heart sutra and so on.

Yang Jue grabbed the little boy under his feet into his arms, rubbed his mouth against the little boy's ear, the little boy blushed in shock and fear.

He said casually: "It's too early to kill you now, I still want to taste it."

"Whispering." He Bei cursed secretly, he slightly twisted the gold ring on his index finger with his thumb, and in a blink of an eye, a strong gust of wind condensed, looking like a golden whirlpool from a distance, directly attacking Yang Jue.

Yang Jue blocked the little male waiter in his arms in front of him, the little male waiter had blood on his mouth, and he actually suffered this blow for him.

"So impatient, I'll let you kneel under me today and lick." Yang Jue was obviously annoyed.

Yang Jue tossed the little male waiter who was seriously injured in his arms aside, stood up abruptly, his face became ferocious, a touch of red light condensed on his fingertips, he drew a phantom of a red lotus in the air three or five times, and then With a wave of his palm, he pushed the lotus shadow towards He Bei.

He Bei flew through the air like a butterfly, quickly dodging the phantom of the red lotus, which hit the rock behind him, and the rock and the small pine tree behind the rock were simultaneously broken.

He Bei can feel that his skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days.

He Beidao: "Master Yang Palace, what kind of panacea did you take recently, and your skills have increased so rapidly."

"Want to know? Follow me, I'll tell you." Yang Jue drew up another red lotus, which was twice as powerful as the previous one.

He Bei stretched out more than a dozen hair-thin golden threads from his wrist, and cut the many red lotuses that Yangjue attacked into thousands of powdered shadows.

Yang Jue was slightly surprised: "Golden Soul Silk...you use soul silk as a weapon. Where's your puppet?"

"As a last resort, it's not you who took my sword away."

He Bei's well-articulated, long and slender fingers moved like plucking strings in the air. Such a pair of perfect jade hands seemed to be creating some peerless treasures. He was pulling his soul silk and entangled towards Yang Jue.

The young man showed his sharpness, looked forward arrogantly, immersed in the howling mountain wind, and had an arrogance that did not match his age. He despised the world and the enemy, as if he didn't care about anything, and was extremely rampant.

Yang Jue held the keel behind him in his hand, and with the blessing of the weapon, red lotuses bloomed one after another, and then attacked He Bei.

However, He Bei stepped on the red lotus one after another under his feet, shattering them into light dust.

He Bei stepped step by step, and finally stepped directly into the air above Yang Jue's head, Yang Jue leaned back to dodge, he looked at the soles of He Bei's shoes that passed over his head, and there was a sense of unwillingness in his eyes. If the foot on top of his head hadn't been blocked by his internal force, his head would have been crushed to powder.

He Bei cast a very humiliating look at Yang Jue: "This is called, growing lotus every step of the way."

"Your talent is truly astonishing. Even if a normal person sacrifices his body, it is impossible for his skill to advance by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time... Are you human?" Yang Jue really felt the crisis.

"I'm curious, what do you rely on to nourish Baizi in your body?" Yang Jue thought, sooner or later, He Bei will have to nourish Baizi by absorbing other people's essence, blood and true energy, which is against heaven and morality. .At that time, wouldn't He Bei be reduced to a demon cult evil person like him who is cast aside by the world?

He Bei's tone was ruthless: "What do I rely on? Do I rely on sucking human scum like you who should have died a thousand or ten thousand times? I think it's dirty."

There was a chill on Yang Jue's neck, he lowered his eyes and saw that the golden soul silk was wrapped around his neck about three or four times.

He Bei's slender jade fingers manipulated the strands of soul silk, and tied a beautiful knot on Yang Jue's wrists. His brows and eyes had a cold smile like a three-foot cold knife, and the words he asked made Yang Jue There was a burst of horror: "Do you know, puppet?"

While Yang Jue was shocked, he always felt that the He Bei in front of him was a bit unreal.

Obviously, when he was tied to the top of Chunlei Mountain, he only had a fifth-rank skill.Unexpectedly, in just a few days, he actually threatened him. After all, he is also a ninth-rank realm, and he is about to enter the ranks of grand masters.He didn't believe that He Bei had such courage and talent, he really didn't believe it.

"Move again, and you're really dead." He Bei's words were like a branding iron on Yang Jue's heart.

Yang Jue stood where he was, not even daring to activate his inner strength.After all, He Bei restrained the most vulnerable parts of his body, and this absolute suppression made him feel ashamed and chilled to the bone.

"Where did you put my senior brother's saber?" Although Yanshan Sword and Shen Xuejian are not peerless and rare swords, but they have been by my side for so many years, they are like partners, and He Bei is afraid of using others. used.

What's more, Xie Juan treats Shen Xuejian like he treats his wife on weekdays. He takes good care of him and spends all his savings on it.

Yang Jue pretended to be calm, and showed a mean smile: "It's melted, and it's made into a pendant and hung on my bedside."

"Okay." He Bei's expression remained unchanged, he gently moved his fingers like playing a zither, Yang Jue's body was pulled in the air by the soul silk, and then he said word by word: "That will melt you too."

He Bei vacated Yang Jue's body onto the burning fire beside him.

Feeling the meaning of baking, Yang never expected He Beilai to be real, and a look of panic finally appeared on his face, and he said in astonishment: "Uncle! Help me!"

"Uncle?" Why doesn't He Bei remember what kind of uncle Yang Jue has in this world.

In the previous life, when he cut off Yang Jue's head with a sword, Yang Jue never called any uncle.No uncle came to rescue him.

Just as He Bei was puzzled, he shot a few short knives at him with a cold light from the dark. He Bei controlled Yang Jue's body with one hand, and shook those short knives to the ground with one hand.

He could feel a powerful, unrestrained internal force dormant in that dark place.

Is this the expert behind Jinghua Palace's troubles?It turns out that Yang Jue and him have been playing a trick of "mantis catching cicadas, and oriole behind".

He wants to see who this "sorrel" is.

He Bei held on to Yang firmly and would not let go, he freed up one hand to kill the sharp short blade that shot towards him from the shadows like a rain curtain.

He smiled slightly, and suddenly thought of a trick.

He dipped his soul silk into the flesh and blood of Yang Jue's wrist bit by bit, Yang Jue couldn't feel the pain, but he could feel the coolness in the blood, which made him even more afraid .He knew what He Bei wanted to do... He Bei was going to make him a puppet...

He could no longer control his expression, his eyes widened, his whole body was trembling, and he was in a state of extreme panic.

Without any hesitation, He Bei pointed Yang Jue's body at the dark place.

Naturally, Yang Jue would not just watch those cold blades attacking him from the dark poke himself into a sieve.You can only use Lianhua Guichao in the air to resist those short blades.

"Uncle...don't shoot me..." Yang Jue's face was painful.

The soul thread on his wrist has been completely embedded in Yang Jue's flesh and blood. While Yang Jue is going to face the cold blade shot towards him in the darkness, he also wants to watch He Bei make himself into a human puppet bit by bit with his own eyes. , and used himself as a shield here... finally couldn't help but broke down and shouted: "He Bei, you are a lunatic!"

He Bei's beautiful, love-talking peach blossom eyes in the past are extremely ruthless at the moment, and the murderous intent erupting all over his body is like black clouds overwhelming the city and destroying it, and the storm is about to come and the sky is rolling with thunder.

He is dog days, winter snow, unstoppable.He opened his thin lips lightly, and said indifferently: "I said it earlier, it's been repeated a thousand times, and the blood debt should still be paid by you."

He is like a god, but also like a ghost in hell.

"Life after life, your head should be cut off by me."

As soon as He Bei's words fell, there was a chill on Yang Jue's neck, moistening things silently, he could feel that the soul silk had merged into his flesh and blood, and the blood rustled down, soaking his collar.

Yang Jue's red eyes were finally fixed with horrified eyes, his breathing stopped suddenly, his body was stiff and motionless in mid-air, and the phantom of red lotus showed a tendency to disillusion and dissipate in mid-air.

His head did not fall to the ground, but his life ended there.

The phantom of the red lotus that he had produced before his death was disappearing bit by bit in mid-air, and when it reached the last petal, a scene that shocked everyone in the dark appeared.

Yang Jue's heart had stopped beating, but He Bei was still manipulating his wrist, painting the phantom of the red lotus in the air, which was extremely treacherous.

Not everyone can practice the lotus ghost. Yang Jue also studied it for many years and put in a lot of effort to practice it. How could it be released by He Bei controlling a dead body that had just died?

In the last life, after Yang Jue's death, He Bei scanned through the secret books compiled by Yang Jue, and sighed in his heart, what tricks are worthy of the title of peerless evil work?It's not as evil as his Qianhunjue.

Isn't it just painting lotus?In the last life of He Bei, Zhaomao Huahu used the lotus ghost to draw a pig's head and hit it on the city wall.

It was watched by the city people for several days.

Since that day, he found that there was too much pork when eating...

The red lotus phantom painted by Yang Jue's corpse attacked the darkness.

The damage of the red lotus is based on superposition, it doesn't matter if you hit one, but one damages more than one, and you will die if you hit seven in a row.

This red lotus was full of all the internal energy that Yang Jue had before his life, the man in the dark jumped up to avoid the ground, there was a loud noise, and the red lotus blasted a big hole on the mountainside.

"Don't hide it, dear uncle."

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