Is it the same with other big brothers?

In fact, when Mingzhu threw Zhou Lingxue down, he almost couldn't hold it. He was afraid of heights since he was a child, and falling from such a high place would kill him. If it wasn't for the thought of protecting Zhou Lingxue His thoughts, he had already rolled his eyes and passed out.

Hanging on the hilt of the sword for a quarter of an hour, Mingzhu's mind blurred by weightlessness finally remembered that Zhou Lingxue still had his own protective spell on him, so he let go of his hand neatly and let him fall freely.

But after letting go, he regretted it.

"I... don't seem to have a protective spell..." This was the last thought he had when he fell, and he let go of his limp hands uncontrollably. The fearful weightlessness came again, and then he fell heavily on the ground .

Fortunately, they were already very close to the ground, Mingzhu only got up from the ground after a short stupor after falling, and didn't realize that the ground was full of scrap copper and rotten iron with long knuckles and blades facing upwards— —Because when he fell, he landed on his back, and the sharp blade, although covered with rust, stabbed into his body indiscriminately, almost piercing him into a sieve.

At this moment, he didn't feel any pain, but Zhou Yunxue's eyes were red first.

Mingzhu lamented that the child is difficult to take care of, stretched out his hand to hold the child with red eyes in his arms, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't cry, it's not a big deal, you won't die, we still have to go out first as a matter of urgency."

Zhou Nexue touched his eyes fiercely, and said, "I didn't cry."

Ming Zhu said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you didn't cry, it was the senior brother who did, okay? I cried to death."

After coaxing the awkward child for a while, he grabbed Zhou Lingxue's hand, and was about to go back along the original road to find Ming Huahua, when suddenly a voice came faintly from behind.

"Since you two are here, don't leave."

That voice was both indifferent and mixed with malice, which made Zhou Lingxue tremble all over, and unconsciously grasped Ming Zhu's arm.

Ming Zhutou didn't turn back, he sighed slightly, and said to himself: "Oh, I knew it wouldn't be so easy to leave."

Zhou Nexue looked up at him in astonishment.

Ming Zhu stretched out his hand to cover Zhou Lingxue's eyes, then slowly turned around, his pale face still had the casual and lazy expression, he smiled and said: "I just broke into your place unintentionally, if I offend you I hope you will forgive the senior, how about letting us live with your noble hands?"

Everyone who can be in this ruined sword mound is not a criminal who commits crimes. The man who appeared in front of Ming Zhu was dressed in a black robe, tall and tall, surrounded by a lingering black hostility He couldn't even see his face clearly, the halberd in his hand touched the ground, the blade was covered with mottled blood, it looked like a cruel stubble.

Hearing Mingzhu's words, the man chuckled softly: "It's been many years since we've had fresh flesh and blood in the Waste Sword Tomb. As long as we have a living soul, we can return to the world. You really naively think that I will Let you go? No need to apologize, just keep your life."

Zhou Lingxue was forced to tremble by his poisonous voice. Where he could not see, all the weapons on the wall of the Discarded Sword Tomb gave off a faint fluorescence, and then countless bloody The undead crawled out from the ground with hands and feet, and the dense crowd made the whole body numb.

Their expressions were dull, with blood and tears streaming from their eyes, and they all walked slowly towards the two of them at the same time, whispering in their mouths: "Blood of the living soul."

Mingzhu looked at the scene like purgatory, but his expression didn't change when he should have been terrified, he just sighed softly: "Senior's unreasonableness makes junior very sad, why don't you look at it like this, I am rough-skinned and mean-spirited, so I can stay here, but my junior brother is still so young, so why don't you show mercy and let him go?"

Zhou Lingxue was startled, and tore off Mingzhu's hand: "Senior brother..."

But before he could say a word, his eyes scanned the scene full of ghosts around him, and his whole body froze immediately, his body softened and he almost fell down.

Mingzhu supported him, and whispered: "I told you not to look at it, you must look at it."

The man sneered, and said, "No problem, just leave them all."

After he finished speaking, the long halberd slightly lifted and fell to the ground, making a dull impact sound, and the huge sword hanging in the middle vibrated violently, shaking the whole mountain suddenly.

Mingzhu pressed Zhou Lingxue's shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Later, you will go back along the original road. If you are afraid, don't look back. Your flashy senior sister will come down to pick you up soon."

Zhou Nexue: "What about you?"

Mingzhu blinked at him, and said arrogantly and shamelessly: "Brother, I will beat them all back to their hometowns. The scene should be very bloody. Children can't watch it, and they will have nightmares at night."

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Even in such a scene haunted by ghosts, Zhou Lingxue still couldn't help but feel the urge to punch this brazen elder brother.

The man behind him seemed to sneer, and the halberd in his hand hit the ground again, a few black mist-like ropes suddenly drilled out from the tip of the blade, and slashed down on the man in Lisi. The undead covered in blood also came in front of them, and stretched out their rotten hands towards the bright candle.

Mingzhu picked up Zhou Lingxue, who was stunned in place, and narrowly avoided it. The pitch-black rope suddenly fell to the ground. It looked light, but it was like a heavy weight, and the hard ground was directly blasted into a hole. The huge pit was filled with dust for a while.

Mingzhu glanced at her eyes, and suddenly sighed and ran to the original road with Zhou Chengxue in his arms, and sighed as he ran: "I said that the old man, Master, is a crow's mouth, a good but not a bad spirit, you said he was very good when he came. Why did you mention the ruined sword mound, and you said that one step is one step... oh my god, it almost hit me, now it's what he wanted, house fire... ah!"

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Before Mingzhu staggered a few steps, the bloody undead rushed forward and rushed towards him along with the black rope.

Zhou Nexue lost her voice: "Brother, be careful!"

Mingzhu still had a leisurely smile in this dangerous situation: "The little bastard finally knows to worry about me once, and it didn't hurt you in vain."

As if he didn't see the undead urging him to his death, he ran quickly to the original narrow passage, then he picked up Zhou Lingxue with one hand and threw it in without mercy, while raising his other hand He stood up and slapped the fiery red lotus towards the mountain wall above the passage.

In the midst of an earthquake and mountain shaking, everyone only heard a loud noise. After the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhou Lingxue had already fallen into the passage, and a huge rock was shaken from the mountain wall by a bright candle, and happened to roll to the entrance. The already narrow entrance was completely blocked.

The aura of the man holding the halberd suddenly became sinister. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "It's just a waste without spiritual veins!"

The moment the huge boulder fell, the last scene Zhou Lingxue saw was the scene where the undead covered in rotting flesh swarmed up the bright candle and completely submerged it with minions.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Lingxue, who was dizzy from the shock of the falling rocks, finally woke up slowly. When he just opened his eyes, his mind was still in chaos, and he barely regained consciousness after a while.

Zhou Lingxue vividly recalled what happened before he fainted, and the memory stopped abruptly when the bright candle was overwhelmed by the swarming undead. He sat on the ground blankly with empty eyes, and then suddenly As if woken up, in the darkness, he groped for the falling rock blocking the entrance, and pushed it out with all his strength, trying in vain to shake the huge and incomparable obstacle.

While gnashing his teeth and trying to push away the rocks in front of him, he thought with despair that Mingzhu, who is usually so timid as a mouse, would scream in fear of even skeletons and bones, is now facing such a horrible situation alone. A terrifying undead, how desperate it must be.

Zhou Yingxue became more and more anxious, but the rocks that blocked the entire entrance of the cave were not shaken by him, and finally he gave up, knelt on the ground, buried his head in his arms, and murmured: "Senior brother..."

Zhou Lingxue recalled that when Mingzhu grabbed his wrist just now, Mingzhu himself was trembling uncontrollably, obviously out of fear, but he still managed to throw himself out desperately with a look of ease.

It was pitch black all around, and the ground seemed to be trembling slightly.

On the other side of the rock, after Mingzhu sent Zhou Lingxue out, the first batch of undead rushed towards him like a cloud of sweat, and directly threw his slender figure to the ground.

The man holding the halberd sneered, and slowly retracted the black rope, turning around to leave without even looking at the mortal waste.

At this moment, a scorching heat suddenly came from behind him, and he suddenly turned his head, a red flame gushed out from the place swarmed by the undead, like a lotus blooming, and suddenly burned the pile of dead flesh into a pile of ashes.

The temperature of the flames was too hot, and the undead who fell behind and planned to rush up unexpectedly stopped in their tracks, trembling violently instinctively, and were so frightened that they stopped moving forward.

A huge red lotus bloomed, and the lotus petals fluttered down from the middle like sleeves, revealing the human figure in the middle.

The bright candle is like wearing a raging fire, standing tall and tall in the middle of the red lotus, his black hair is calm and unmoving, his smile is like a flower, and he wears a feminine and devilish evil spirit in his obviously elegant and green Rizhao mountain suit.

His hanging hand was still trembling slightly, but it wasn't because of fear.

The man finally sank his face: "Who are you?"

Ming Zhu stretched out his hand, and lightly licked the red lotus imprint on the back of his hand with his scarlet tongue. His peach blossom eyes curved into a seductive arc, and he smiled lightly, "I've been forgetting to say that this junior is the Rizhao Mountain Guining Master." Disciple, bright candle."

"Rizhao? Guining? Hehe." The man sneered when he heard the words, "The Blood Lotus Fire seems to have the Red Lotus Sword, and your surname is Ming... What does Ming Zhao have to do with you?"

Mingzhu's eyes were more curved, and he took out a delicate knife from his sleeve—it was the one that Mr. Dao called "Kao Yu" in the morning class in Rizhao Mountain.

"Ming Zhao?" He tilted his head, restraining his usual cynicism, but his laziness was already engraved in his bones, his eyes drooped lazily, and the red tears falling under his eyes seemed to drip blood, " He is my enemy, why, you know him?"

The halberd in the man's hand trembled unconsciously, making him almost unable to grasp it. Before he could answer Ming Zhu's question, he sternly said to the trembling halberd, "Be safe!"

The halberd still couldn't tremble.

Mingzhu suddenly laughed, his face was too gorgeous, just standing there gave people a kind of oppressive palpitation.

"I'm afraid it won't be safe anymore." Ming Zhu said lightly. At the same time, the "Kua Yu" he was playing with in his hand suddenly let out a clear buzzing sound, and then the red light flashed, and it was full of radiance. His long sword jumped out of Mingzhu's palm.

The man was stunned, his face covered by the black mist turned blue for a while: "How is it possible? You are obviously just a waste without spiritual veins, how can you have a natal weapon spirit?"

Mingzhu chuckled lightly, brushed the scabbard engraved with simple and simple patterns with his slender fingers, and with long eyelashes hanging down, he said casually: "Oh, I suddenly remembered, my ninth junior brother seems to want something a little more spiritual. It’s not a good idea to use a sharp weapon to study the hole, but I’m looking at that halberd, which is quite good.”

The halberd trembled even more violently.

Mingzhu lightly pulled out the Kuayu sword, slightly bent his head, and said with a smile: "Kuayu, help me get it."