Is it the same with other big brothers?

Zhou Lingxue opened his eyes in bewilderment, and after a moment of stupefaction, he realized that he was completely suspended in mid-air, with a bottomless black abyss at the bottom of his feet, and one hand was grasping his wrist with great force, as if Thinking of dragging him up.

As soon as Zhou Lingxue raised her head, she met Ming Zhu's handsome face.

Ming Zhu held a sword hilt on the mountain wall with one hand, and dragged Zhou Chengxue up with the other hand, and was struggling to pull him up. At this time, when he saw him wake up, a smear appeared on his pale face. Laughing, said softly: "It's okay, senior brother will pull you up immediately."

The two of them fell for an unknown how long, and a bone-chilling chill continued to blow from the abyss at the bottom of their feet, which made Zhou Lingxue shiver.

Mingzhu kept trying to pull him up, but he didn't know if he was out of strength. He tried many times but all failed. He tried to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, with me here, senior brother will definitely not let go."

The strange thing is that in the danger of being about to fall to his death, Zhou Yingxue was so surprised that he didn't feel afraid, as if no matter what kind of danger he was in, as long as someone stretched out a hand towards him, he would feel something. Relying on him, he will be fearless.

He nodded obediently, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly found that Mingzhu's hand holding the sword hilt was covered in blood, and the white sleeve was red with blood, dripping down.

Zhou Nexue was startled: "Brother, your hand?"

Mingzhu showed a puzzled expression, and followed Zhou Nexue's gaze to look at his hand hanging above. He seemed to be stunned when he touched the bloody hand, but soon he let out an "Ouch" and his face was full of tears. Painfully said: "It hurts me to death, my slender fingers are going to be useless, brother, I have lost another advantage that can attract young ladies..."

His posture of changing his face in an instant was too weird, even though Zhou Nexue was worried about him, he still saw some clues.

He should have been aware of such a serious injury, but why did he suddenly notice it when Zhou Yunxue mentioned it?

The two hung in the air for a long time, and soon Mingzhu's hand began to tremble uncontrollably. He frowned and said with a mournful face: "Junior Brother, I'm sorry, Senior Brother may have to let go."

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Zhou Nexue thought he was joking at first, but as soon as the words fell, he felt that Ming Zhu's grip on his hand seemed to be loose, and then Ming Zhu, who had just said that he would not let go, lowered his head and smiled bitterly at him, Said: "Brother, take care."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, and Zhou Lingxue fell straight into the darkness.

When Zhou Nexue was thrown down, his face was still full of bewilderment. He looked at the bright candle that was getting farther and farther away in disbelief. He didn't understand why the man was still swearing to protect him one moment, but he could do so in the next moment. Throw yourself lightly.

The life-saving straw in the desperate situation was mercilessly cut off, Zhou Lingxue felt cold all over, and felt that his blood vessels were almost frozen, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

There seemed to be tears in his eyes, but he was soon thrown into the air by the momentum of the fall, and only a faint choked sob could be heard in the whistling wind.

Just when he was full of despair, he suddenly felt a blazing heat coming out of his brow, and then a huge red lotus appeared out of thin air, surrounding Zhou Lingxue's whole body, slowing down his falling momentum, and falling slowly. on the ground.

Zhou Lingxue heard a weak sigh in a trance, and then the red lotus in front of him slowly withered and dissipated, scattered into little red light around him, and fell to the ground to become illusory lotus flowers.

Zhou Negxue clutched her feverish brows, her face was dazed, it seemed to be the spiritual power that Mingzhu lit between her brows on Rizhao Mountain. At that time, Mingzhu said it was a meeting gift, but Zhou Negxue didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, he saved his life at a critical moment.

Could it be that Mingzhu just thought of this life-saving talisman and threw himself down?

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Lingxue's dead heart suddenly came back to life again.

He sat up from the ground, all the red lotuses on the soles of his feet had dissipated, and the surrounding was dark and hazy. Even though there was nothing in the darkness, the feeling of being out of control was still terrifying.

Zhou Nexue was thinking about how to climb up to find Ming Zhu, when suddenly a series of footsteps came from his ears, Ming Zhu held a glowing palm lotus in his hand, and slowly walked towards him.

Zhou Lingxue was taken aback for a moment, and immediately came forward: "Eldest brother."

Ming Zhu's face was so pale that it was scary, he forced a laugh, stretched out his hand to touch Zhou Lingxue's head, and said weakly, "You didn't hurt from the fall, did you?"

Zhou Lingxue shook her head and said, "I'm fine, how is your hand?"

He felt that the bloody smell on Ming Zhu's body seemed to be getting heavier, and he quickly grabbed his hand, and saw his bloody and bloody palm that almost exposed his bones: "Why is it so serious? Does it hurt?"

After asking, he realized that he had asked nonsense. Mingzhu, who usually wailed for a long time when his skin was scratched, now had his flesh and blood exposed. To him, it was almost a dying injury.

Ming Zhu stretched out his hand to take off his robe, and wrapped it around his hand indiscriminately. He seemed to be in severe pain, grinning his teeth and said, "I'll ask Master to ask for credit when I go back this time. This injury... hey, it's enough for me to cultivate It's been a year, oh yes, for the sake of my injury, please don't drag me to morning class every day."

Zhou Lingxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "When is this, are you still thinking about those trivial things?"

Zhou Lingxue helped him find a rock and sat down, looked around the dark surroundings, and asked, "What is this place? Have we entered Baijian Mountain?"

Mingzhu put the palm lotus aside, stretched out his hand to grab it casually, and directly touched a sword full of rust. His eyes sank slightly, and his expression was a little solemn: "No, this is not Baijian Mountain."

Zhou Lingxue looked at him suspiciously.

Mingzhu didn't explain much, he picked up the palm lotus, and walked forward with Zhou Shengxue for a while, suddenly a bright light appeared in front of him, and the purple-white light illuminated the entire mountain wall.

A huge long sword was inserted upside down into the mountain wall above the head, the hilt was hanging in the air, and the surroundings were full of black sword energy shuttled back and forth on the blade, and the whistling sound resounded throughout the space.

Ming Zhu extinguished the palm lotus, and walked to the side of the mountain wall—the mountain wall was full of weapons with blades on the outside, and the handles were inserted into the mountain wall.

Mingzhu said softly: "This is the Tomb of Discarded Swords."

Baijian Mountain has two sides. The front side is for ordinary people to enter, and they can find weapons at will to identify their masters. The back side is a huge sword that is located under the abyss and plunges straight into the mountain wall. It is a waste of weapons without weapons. The hilt of the sword is inserted into the wall, and the tip of the sword faces outward, all of which are useless weapons that cannot recognize the owner.

The Tomb of Disused Swords is the place where every weapon returned after being discarded by its owner. Most of their weapon spirits dissipated, but the undead who died under the sword and lingered all the year round still remained on the weapons.

The undead absorbed the evil spirit on the giant sword and turned it into a ghost to reside in the waste weapon. Once born, they would meet gods and kill gods, meet Buddhas and kill Buddhas.

Before they came, Master Gui Ning told them not to venture into the Tomb of Disused Swords, but they never expected that the two of them would enter the Tomb of Disused Swords by mistake before they entered Baijian Mountain. .

Ming Zhu didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

Zhou Lingxue looked around at the densely packed mountain walls filled with sword points, and felt his scalp go numb for a moment. He pulled Mingzhu's clothes, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly felt sticky in his hands. It's blood.

Zhou Lingxue frowned, looked behind Ming Zhu in a strange way, only to find out in horror that Ming Zhu's back was covered in blood at some point.

Zhou Nexue almost lost her voice: "Brother!"

The wound on Mingzhu's back seemed to have been there for some time, and the blood dripped down his clothes, almost staining his clothes into a bloody garment.

Fangcai Mingzhu was always by his side, so he didn't see the tragic situation on his back for a while.

Mingzhu's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless. He didn't seem to understand why Zhou Yingxue called him so anxiously all of a sudden. He thought he was afraid, so he slapped his swollen face and put on a fearless smile to comfort him. He said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The reason why the people outside said that the ruined sword mound is so scary is because there are too many undead and ghosts living in the long sword in the middle. As long as we don't provoke them, they will definitely not be afraid." It will embarrass us, let's go back to the place where we fell, and your senior sister Huahua may come to find us."

He was comforting Zhou Xuxue, but found that the child didn't seem to be comforted, but his eyes were red.

What Mingzhu couldn't bear the most was when someone was crying in front of him, so he quickly surrendered and coaxed: "Didn't you say it's okay? Why are you still crying? Don't be afraid, there is a brother here."

Zhou Nexue touched his eyes hard, and said coldly, "Don't you feel pain?"

Mingzhu immediately covered his hands, and wailed: "It hurts! Why doesn't it hurt? It hurts me to death, why don't you blow it to senior brother? It won't hurt anymore."

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Zhou Lingxue hated him for treating her like a child, gritted her teeth with hatred, and said coldly: "You suffered such a serious injury on the back, the blood is almost drained, didn't you realize it?"

Ming Zhu touched his back with his backhand, and sure enough, he touched a hand of blood.

His obvious stupefaction made Zhou Nexue catch some clues in an instant, and before Ming Zhu could show pain, he immediately asked: "Do you not feel pain at all? Don't lie to me! I'm not a child anymore. "

Mingzhu was choked by him and didn't know how to answer. At the same time, he sighed in his heart: "Why is it that children are more difficult to take care of each year? How dare you dare to interrogate your senior brother? You are really spoiled. face."

Mingzhu lost a lot of blood, and felt dizzy for a while before his eyes, and he didn't have the energy to tell a lie, so he could only perfunctoryly say: "It's not my blood, I killed someone just now, and rolled around on the ground to get it on."

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Zhou Lingxue was so angry that his eyes were almost red, and he wanted to beat him up.