Ten thousand people think that the brother is reborn

It has not been such a gloomy day in the Demon Realm for a long time.

The ground is full of corpses of monks and monsters, and the strong smell of blood is simply disgusting.

But right now no one cares about this—

Because everyone's eyes were on the two embracing each other, the unknowing monk felt extremely shocked at the moment.

Why did the three apprentices of Fuxue Peak hang out with traitors? !

According to this appearance, it seems that he is deeply affectionate.

If this gets out, it will not only be a big scandal in the cultivation world, but also a disgrace to Fuqing Sword Master in this life.

Thinking of this, everyone secretly glanced at Fuqing Jianzun, as if they wanted to find out some inside information.

But at this moment, Fuqing Sword Master has a tall and straight figure, and his hair is tied up meticulously.His face was cold and heartless, blood was still dripping from the tip of the sword, it was Lin Zhi's blood.

His gaze has been on Luo Yunzhou since just now, and he hasn't moved away for a moment, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

It's just that Lin Zhi is dead now, who else can protect him now?

Everyone was just watching his jokes.

Luo Yunzhou hugged Lin Zhi's cold body tightly, so hard that his finger bones turned white.

The young man in white pursed his lips tightly, his face expressionless.

The person he once loved the most became the person who hurt him the most, but the person he hated the most became the only one who protected him.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

His life has been arranged by fate since he was born, and he has been put in shackles, but he still doesn't know people clearly, and put himself in a situation where he will never be restored.

And the great love in my heart is nothing but an illusion.

Even the person who loved him unconditionally in the end was forced to death after all.

After living two lives, he can't tell right from wrong, let innocent people die for him one by one.

How could he, Luo Yunzhou, be missed by so many people.

One regards him as a container, while the other wants him to peel his bones and hearts.

He is really a joke, the most stupid person in the cultivation world.

Luo Yunzhou closed his eyes and shed his last tear.

The so-called avenue of justice is nothing but the skin of a group of hypocrites, who hide all the dark and depraved things underneath.

There is no absolute right and wrong, good and evil, what he sticks to is nothing but a falsehood.

"Junior Brother Luo..." Yu Jin put away his sword, walked a few steps closer, and called softly.

Yu Jin's mood is extremely complicated at the moment, he didn't know that his master could really kill Lin Zhi so much.

But what is the use of saying this now?He was just one of the accomplices.

The brothers were all silent, with different thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, Sword Master Fu Qing tightly squeezed the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "Get up! What do you look like?"

Hearing these words, Luo Yunzhou's figure moved slightly, he opened his eyes, and looked up at Sword Master Fuqing.

At this moment, there was no trace of old love in his eyes anymore, as if he was looking at a stranger, he said sarcastically: "Why, now that things are going on, does Master Fuqing Jianzun still want to control me, and in what capacity do you control me?" I?"

Sword Master Fuqing's face became even colder, and the sword energy was almost uncontrollable. He said slowly but firmly: "From the beginning to the end, you are my apprentice. This is not up to you to choose."

"Apprentice, ha." Luo Yunzhou laughed mockingly, his eyes turned cold, "Luo Yunzhou died hundreds of years ago! I am not your apprentice, and you are not worthy to be my master! "

The voice fell, and the audience fell into an eerie silence.

Luo Yunzhou's voice was obviously amplified deliberately, just enough for the monks present to hear clearly.

This is undoubtedly a complete break with Fuqing Sword Master.

Everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and clenched the magic weapon in their hands.

Hearing such a shocking inside story, wouldn't it be silenced?

Everyone had their own ghosts at this time, and a leisurely and gentle voice sounded from the side:

"My nephew is really confused," Daoist Zhuohua stroked his fan with one hand, turning black and white gracefully and calmly, and blamed Luo Yunzhou for his unsteady mind in his tone, "It seems that I was confused by that demon, so I made this move." This kind of action is indiscriminate."

"When the devil took you away that day, I saw it clearly. Nephew, don't mark your master with ulterior motives just because of his temporary bewitchment."

While talking, Master Zhuohua cast his gaze on Sword Master Fuqing, but the latter moved slightly, and the aura around him became colder.

Only then did he elicit a smile in satisfaction.

After all, the monks present really breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that they were just bewitched by the devil, no wonder they would help him speak and oppose their master.

Fuqing Sword Master, a person of such magnificence and glory, can become his apprentice because of the fate of ten generations of cultivation, so how could he turn his back on his master for the sake of others?

Luo Yunzhou looked at Zhuo Hua coldly, feeling even more sullen in his heart.

But how could he be his opponent, Zhuohua just said a few words, and completely reversed the whole wind direction.

Now that he is alone, who can help him?

Thinking of this, Luo Yunzhou's heart felt sad, and he hugged Lin Zhi tightly with his hands.

This is the justice he insists on, regardless of right and wrong, and only listens to one side of the story.

All of a sudden, the demon world suddenly changed drastically, and the wind that had dissipated at this moment roared again, like the angry howls of countless innocent souls.

A thick black cloud gathered from all around in the sky above the Demon Realm, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in darkness.There are also occasional lightning flashes, bringing a burst of light——

It was clearly a thundercloud.

"What's going on here?! Why do thunder clouds appear?"

"Could it be that someone present is going to cross the catastrophe?"

"This thundercloud is so powerful, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the mighty is about to overcome the calamity!"

"..."

Now even Master Fuqing Sword Master and Master Zhuo Hua changed their expressions.

Both of them have not reached the time of crossing the catastrophe, and the most likely one at the moment is only one——

Luo Yunzhou!

Sure enough, thunder clouds finally gathered above Luo Yunzhou and Lin Zhi.

The first lightning calamity struck quickly, and with a mighty force, it landed on Luo Yunzhou directly.

Everyone present was shocked by this momentum and took a few steps back, scattered in all directions, not daring to step forward.

Even Sword Master Fuqing and Daoist Zhuohua are no exception.

Fuqing Jianzun finally had a trace of panic in his eyes, even he had never encountered such a level of thunder calamity, not to mention that Luo Yunzhou was just an ordinary monk right now, so he was lucky to be able to withstand the first blow.

If it is not good, it will end up in a state of complete destruction.

But logically speaking, although the Dao of Heaven is ruthless, it will never allow such a crossing of so many levels to appear. What is going on?

Sword Master Fuqing clenched Pochen tightly, with a sharp expression, he quickly dodged over, and unleashed a heavy blow with all his strength, trying to interrupt this tribulation.

But before he got close, a strong and fierce energy interrupted his sword moves, Fuqing Sword Master immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and half-kneeled on the ground.

This is the majesty of the way of heaven, and no one is allowed to destroy it.

And Luo Yunzhou, who was in the center of the thunder calamity, was also having a hard time at the moment, as the thunder calamity fell heavily on his back.

His back was hot all of a sudden, his clothes were torn apart, his fair skin was ripped apart instantly, and his spine hurt as if it had been broken.

"Hmm..." Luo Yunzhou snorted, gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood from his mouth.

Without any magic weapon, the young man in white endured the first lightning calamity abruptly.

But before he could recover, the second lightning tribulation followed.

The power of the momentum is twice as strong as the first one!

Luo Yunzhou smiled wryly, and hugged the young man in red tightly in his arms.

Xindao: Is this the way of heaven that wants him to die?Lin Zhi, what should I do, what should I do...

He is really useless, he can't do anything well, and in the end he will end up with a complete death.

At this moment, the young man in white was full of Lin Zhi, with a tenderness that he hadn't even noticed.

At this moment, a dazzling white light appeared from Lin Zhi's body, supporting a translucent barrier to protect the two of them.

Lei Jie landed on the barrier.

With the sound of the sword's sound, a silver-white spirit sword flew out and plunged into the ground heavily. The lines on the sword continued to flow.

This is a canoe!

Luo Yunzhou stared blankly at the spirit sword that was calling out, the tip of his nose was a little sour, and a little warmth rose in his heart.

It is a light boat, and the light boat is not lost.It turned out that it had been in Lin Zhi's hands all along.

Luo Yunzhou gently put Lin Zhi down, got up and moved to the side of Qingzhou step by step, held the light boat tightly with trembling hands, and lifted it up.

Feeling the master's aura, Qingzhou also uttered an excited clanging sword sound, responding to the master.

He raised his head and looked at the thunderclouds condensing in the sky, his eyes gradually became clear and firm, and a faint blush appeared on his face due to the concentration of spiritual power.

The young man in white faced the Dao of Heaven alone, without any sign of flinching.

"Even if this is a dead end, I have nothing to fear!" Luo Yunzhou said word by word, his black hair fluttering in the wind, even though it was full of scars at the moment, his temperament was not reduced by half.

The third thunder tribulation followed the trend in this sentence, and one was stronger than the other, almost completely crushing the person who crossed the tribulation.

......

This crossing tribulation took almost a whole night, and a total of 81 thunder tribulations fell.

The upright monks swallowed their saliva with lingering fear, and retreated a little further, for fear of affecting themselves.

Even monks in the stage of transforming gods have never had such battles.The most is only 72 lightning tribulations.

No one knew what was going on inside now, the thick fog completely covered the situation inside, and no one dared to go forward to disperse the thick fog.

So I can only hear the sound of the thunder and lightning falling, each one is as powerful as a broken bamboo.

Luo Yunzhou was soaked in blood, his clothes were torn, and there was almost nothing intact on his body, he was already numb from the pain.Even the tips of her hair were dripping with blood.

The light boat was shattered when No. 60 was hit by a thunderstorm, turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

Luo Yunzhou fell to the ground limply, his lips were pale, and his eyes were dim.

Is he... dying?

At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, Luo Yunzhou looked at Lin Zhi, holding the latter's hand with little difficulty, his fingers interlocked, flesh and blood mingling.

At this moment, the two really look like a couple of Taoists.