Ten thousand people think that the brother is reborn

Fuqing Sword Master lingered with a strong smell of blood, and even the Pochen sword was still slowly dripping blood.

That divine sword that usually kills all demons in the world is now stained with the blood of countless innocent people, which is pitiful and ridiculous.

Compared with the appearance hundreds of years ago, the complexion of Fuqing Sword Master today seems to be paler, and blood stains are inevitably stuck on his cold face.

His dark eyes turned blood red, he lowered his head to look at Luo Yunzhou who was lying on the side, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, as if he saw something interesting.

His pupils flickered, and the crimson color spread in his eyes, like a banished fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world, and became the most greedy, angry and ignorant demon in hell.

Daoist Zhuohua was staring at his former "junior brother" cautiously just now, but when he saw the appearance of Fuqing Sword Master, he still couldn't help laughing mockingly a few times.

This is of course the same Fuqing Sword Master, but it is a little different.

The person in front of him had already been controlled by the inner demons, and he evoked the most embarrassing desire deep in the heart of Sword Master Fuqing.

Ha, look.The joy in Zhuo Hua's heart kept rising.

The so-called sword master is all bullshit! !It's not the same... sinking into the most filthy evil thoughts of human beings.

【At that time, Zhuohua and Fuqing had just made a name for themselves in the realm of comprehension, and it was the time when Master bestowed their letters.

Zhuo Hua had been looking forward to this day for countless years, although he was cultivating hard at that time, he still couldn't compare to Fu Qing who started later than him.

When people talk about the two, they always boast about Fu Qing alone, but he is forgotten.

Early that morning, Zhuo Hua changed into her Taoist uniform and waited joyfully in front of the Hall of Master.

But when he went in with Fuqing, it was obvious that he was older, but the master first bestowed a letter for the younger brother.

"As a teacher, I bestow on you the word Fu Qing, to support the justice of the world, and to clear the injustice of the world. It is where your Dao lies."

Fuqing's face was cold, an expression and demeanor that didn't match his age: "Thank you, Master."

"As for you..." Master turned his eyes,

The indifferent eyes gradually extinguished the enthusiasm in Zhuo Hua's heart, "Give me the word Zhuo Hua, don't be greedy or angry, don't be greedy, stick to... your heart."

Zhuo Hua has always had an exquisite mind, so how can she not know the meaning of it.He tried his best to force a smile, but it became more and more stiff and ugly, and said: "Thank you...Master."

But no one knew that his palm had already been pinched with bloodstains.

Zhuo Hua, Zhuo Hua... Heh...

Then let you see, who is the real Dao.

It was also since then that he really fell into evil ways.

In the end, he forced Fuqing away and imprisoned Master.

Become the supreme existence of Xuanwei Sect. 】

Master Zhuohua came back to his senses, and looked at Sword Master Fuqing mockingly.

But at this time, Fuqing Sword Master would not think about those old things, his reason had already been burned out, and he only wanted to kill all the people who hindered his eyes.

But being irrational doesn't mean that he will forget the people he once knew, the demon just inspires another him.

Another dark and evil Fuqing Sword Master with a strong desire to destroy.

Sword Master Fuqing bent down, all the hair that had been neatly tied up in the past had already been scattered, and the hair crown also disappeared.

A few strands of black hair fluttered down and fell on Luo Yunzhou's cheeks, causing a slight itchiness, which made the young man in white who was still in a coma frowned, struggling to avoid it.

Fuqing Jianzun's eyes flickered, and he wanted to raise his hand to stroke Luo Yunzhou's face, but he seemed to have remembered something, and withdrew his hand that was still stained with dried blood.

He tried his best to restrain the desire in his heart, and in the end, the trace of righteousness was still reminding him over and over in his heart: No, you can't...

This is his apprentice, his third apprentice...

Fuqing Jianzun closed his eyes, his thoughts were messy, and the evil spirit and the spiritual power in his body intertwined and collided with each other, which made him a little uncomfortable.

The heart demon felt that the original consciousness belonging to Sword Master Fuqing had awakened again, occupied the body, and retreated unwillingly.

The Pochen sword was also making a clanging sword sound at this moment, shocking the two people who were still standing aside.

Zhuo Hua, who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a move, stopped his movements.

Now is obviously not a good time to do it.

He thought to himself for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Shen Mohan who was still in a daze, and narrowed his eyes with increasing displeasure.

Tsk, it's really a thing that accomplishes more than fails.

It was supposed to be a matter of winning, but it caused so much trouble and lost another chance to do it.

Master Zhuohua opened the folding fan, shook it leisurely a few times, and then returned to that hypocritical and gentle appearance.

"It's getting late, so I don't want to bother you any more." Master Zhuo Hua looked calm, speaking as if the two of them were really brothers who had no quarrel.

I can't see what he did just now.

As soon as the words fell, it didn't matter whether Fuqing Jianzun heard or not.He grabbed Shen Mohan's shoulder and disappeared in place.

The threat left, and the sword cry from the Pochen Sword also gradually stopped.

The silver-white sword energy lingered on the sword body, turning into gentle internal force, flowing along the fingertips into the veins of Fuqing Sword Master, trying to call back the latter's mind.

Sword Master Fu Qing was also not feeling well at the moment, the inner demon bewitched him over and over again, and plunged him into an abyss beyond redemption.

"Don't you want him?"

"He has been feigning death for so many years, you should imprison him so that he cannot run around..."

"Or break his legs and lock him in Fuxue Peak, every day Sheng..."

"Burning him with your marks all over him, so that he can't leave you for a moment..."

"..."

With an evil voice, he spoke more and more blatantly, and when he got to the back, he was still faintly excited and pleased...

"Shut up!" Sword Master Fu Qing sternly said, his tone full of frost.

Beads of sweat dripped down the chin, leaving a little water stain on the fabric.

He couldn't help supporting the ground with his sword, trying to restrain his inner desire.

"I know what you think in your heart. What I said...is just what you have always wanted to do."

"Come on... break off his wings, so that he can only stay by your side."

The voice from the bottom of my heart carried a lingering temptation, bit by bit eroding the heart of Sword Master Fuqing.

"For so many years, don't you miss him? I remember that Fuxue Peak's dormitory was filled with his portraits..."

Sword Master Fuqing's most unbearable desire was clearly put on the table, making his complexion even more ugly.

And at this moment, the heart demon also turned into a phantom, appearing in front of Sword Master Fuqing.

The same face, but completely different temperament.

"Look, I'm you." The heart demon tilted his head, showing a bloodthirsty smile, with a strong evil spirit lingering around him, he looked at Luo Yunzhou, with unstoppable desire in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill Luo Yunzhou. Yun Zhou dismantled his bones, his voice was magnetic and gorgeous: "Prison him...it will be ours."

"You are nothing more than an insubstantial remnant who actually wants to control the consciousness of this seat," Fu Qing Jianzun looked at Xin Mo with sharp eyes, and raised the Pochen sword and gave it forward.

The sword energy surged up, emitting a dazzling light, and the wisps of sword energy surrounded the heart demon, crushing the evil spirit.

"It's simply ignorant!"

Accompanied by a howl of pain, the heart demon's face twisted, his eyes widened, and finally dissipated into mist unwillingly: "How is it possible! How could this be!"

"Fu Qing! You killed those people just now! You killed them!!"

As the last bit of mist dissipated, the words Xin Mo said just now gradually dissipated.

All dust settled.

The inner demon has not been completely strangled by him, but is still waiting for the opportunity to lurk, waiting for the next opportunity to completely occupy this body.

Sword Master Fuqing couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and the smell of iron rust welled up in his throat after swallowing.

The inner demon is not much weaker than him, and this blow even exhausted all the strength in his body to knock it apart.

The current him doesn't have the usual glamorous appearance, with his black hair hanging down and his white clothes stained with blood, he is so downcast that he can hardly recognize who he is.

Sword Master Fu Qing clenched the hilt of his sword, holding on to not fall down. He stabilized his breath, turned his head to look at Luo Yunzhou, and walked towards the latter slowly.

He hugged the young man in white, gently leaned Luo Yunzhou's head towards him, and then couldn't help frowning.

It's really too light, and I don't know how Luo Yunzhou got here for hundreds of years, but he definitely didn't take good care of himself.

Sword Master Fuqing sighed slightly, and the Pochen Sword was also unsheathed at the right time, and the two of them drove towards the place they were most familiar with.

That...the place that carried the memories of Luo Yunzhou's two lifetimes.

Just after the two left, a young man in red came out from the corner just now.

She has a beautiful appearance, all her black hair is tied up in a high ponytail with a piece of red silk gauze, her eyes are enchanting, and her red lips are like blood.

Beside him was a little boy covered with jingle jade. The little boy put on a chubby little face, as if he had been wronged by something, and he was too angry to speak.

"Master, why did you let him go and follow..." Jiang Fei followed behind, looking at Lin Zhi sadly, she was full and had nothing to do.

After not hearing a response for a long time, Jiang Fei finally couldn't help asking: "The jade you promised last time..."

Lin Zhi said softly, "Hmm?", with an upturned ending, lazy and careless, and didn't even look at her.

Jiang Fei stopped talking in an instant, pouted her mouth in grievance, twisted her two chubby hands together, lowered her head, and hummed weakly.

Lin Zhi didn't care about it, and looked at the direction the two left with her crimson eyes, her expression was unclear.

"You go and follow them."

"...Ah?" Jiang Fei was complaining in her heart, when she heard Lin Zhi speak suddenly, she was still a little unresponsive.

"What, is there a problem?" Lin Zhi glanced at Jiang Fei slowly, implying a warning.

"No, it's nothing." Jiang Fei quickly waved her hand, turning into a little fat red bird, "I'll go there now!"

Right now, Lin Zhi was the only one left, and the flame that had ignited on the ground just now was slowly extinguished.

Lin Zhi melted into the darkness again, silently, as if it should be like this, growing in the darkness.

【Brother... Luo Yunzhou... I will be the one by your side. 】