Is it the same with other big brothers?

Mingzhu woke up amid the roar of wild beasts, and saw two people embracing each other in the formation not far away.

He got up from the ground, staggered forward, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he froze in place.

"Mother!?"

Su Yan was covered in blood, lying in Ming Zhao's arms, his face was pale, and he had lost all his voice.

Mingzhu knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand to grab Su Yan's cold hand, and murmured: "Mother? Daddy, what's wrong with Mother? Is she sick again?"

Mingzhao's eyes were red, and he felt that Su Yan suddenly bit his finger and forced his soul out of the body while the formation was activated, and the skin instantly turned into ashes, sealing the remaining power of the barrier of Biriya Cliff Imbuing his body with spiritual energy forced Mingzhao to become a ghost cultivator.

He hugged Su Yan blankly, and hissed, "Go away."

Ming Zhu looked at him in astonishment, but was swung away by the palm of Ming Zhao who seemed to have gone mad, and his small body hit the boulder beside him, rolling and falling to the ground.

Ming Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Ming Zhao tightly hugged the cold corpse of the person in his arms, as if he had gone mad, and the cold hostility swept over him, surrounding the two embracing tightly, not allowing anyone to approach.

"Su Yan..."

The man who looked like a lunatic called the name of the person in his arms one after another. He called for half a day without stopping. In the end, he became more and more desperate, his voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared into silence when night fell.

When Mingzhu woke up again, he was awakened by the severe pain in his body. He was covered in cold sweat. He raised his head with difficulty and saw his father stomping his wrist on the sole of his foot like a ghost, cooling him with a handful of ice. The gorgeous long sword was thrust into the back of his hand inch by inch.

He let out a heart-piercing scream suddenly, his body wanted to struggle but he couldn't use any strength.

Ming Zhu felt his empty and abandoned spiritual veins, and then someone like Ling Chi forcibly nailed the fiery hot strange spiritual veins into his bones and blood veins, leaving only a red lotus mark on the back of his left hand.

After that, he fell into a coma for seven days, and Ming Fuhua came to him crying, explaining that after Zhao gave her another thing, he immediately fell into a demon.

At that time, Ming Fuhua was still a child, and he couldn't tell the difference between a demon cultivator and a ghost cultivator at all. He only felt that his father's eyes were red and his aura lacked the aura of a cultivator, so he mistook him for a demon cultivator.

Afterwards, they were taken to Rizhao Mountain by Master Guining, and Fuhua also got the cold ice spirit vein that Mingzhu had been abolished.

20 years later, when Ye Weiyang brought up this matter again, Mingzhu, whose thinking has matured a lot, remembered all the things that went wrong that night that year.

Why did Ming Zhao kill Su Yan?

Maybe he didn't kill anyone, but wanted to die with Su Yan, but he was blocked for other reasons, and a road to hell ran in front of the two of them, making it impossible for that fearless and unruly man to die.

And why after the huge magic circle was completed, Bisunya returned to calm, and even the roar from the bottom of the abyss could not be heard?

Mingzhu guessed more than once that the legendary curtain that fell hundreds of years ago was not dead at all, but was trapped at the bottom of the sun-blocking cliff by the powerful monk of Wuzhou with an enchantment.

Ming Zhu met Shang Mingzhao's eyes coldly, and said: "...and the demon cultivator's spiritual power is overwhelming, if that curtain has not died, it must have grown into an existence that the entire five continents cannot fight against in the past few hundred years, so you are here. I will think of trapping him to death at the bottom of the Bisun Cliff."

Ming Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Oh? What else?"

"The curtain that can trap the sky-defying spiritual power is useless at all. That's why you ask the powerful monks from all continents to sacrifice their bodies every few decades to seal the curtain."

The reason why Master Gui Ning didn't let him cultivate was because he didn't want him to be a sacrifice for Ming Zhao or Zhou Mingzhong's sacrifice.

Ming Zhao's legs that had been dangling suddenly stopped silently.

Mingzhu's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I said it, right?"

Ming Zhao looked at him coldly, and after a while he burst out laughing, saying, "As expected of my son, he's really smart."

Mingzhu was startled, he guessed all these by himself based on those tiny clues, when he came to this conclusion, he thought he was probably crazy to think like this, but seeing Mingzhu at this moment Zhao's reaction made his heart go cold in an instant.

"The curtain is really not dead? And now the purple thunder is the movement caused by the curtain? He is coming out?"

Ming Zhao shook his head unexpectedly: "You guessed wrong, the purple thunder is a thunder disaster that makes a demon cultivate into the Mahayana stage. Ninety-nine 81 purple thunder disasters fall, from the stage of crossing the robbery to the stage of Mahayana , then it will be comparable to that curtain."

Mingzhu frowned: "Mahayana period?"

Ming Zhao sneered: "Don't think that Shang Yanfeng is in the Mahayana stage, and think that it is easy to reach the Mahayana stage. It takes decades for ordinary people to cultivate to the Nascent Soul. Your fifth junior brother is also very lucky. With the sword spiritual veins and a peerless sword obtained from Guining Daoist, it took him less than 30 years to climb to the top."

"Because the physique of demon cultivators is special compared to human beings, the spiritual power needed to break through the bottleneck of cultivation is also dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people. This is why they will be stronger than all of us if they attain the Dao."

Ming Zhu said: "Didn't that mean that all demon cultivators fell hundreds of years ago? What's going on with this one?"

Mingzhao explained: "It is said that they hid in the cave hundreds of feet below the cliff, so they escaped the catastrophe. Now all the powerful people in Shou'an City went to the cliff to watch the show. If the demon cultivator did not survive the catastrophe If he succeeds, the demon core and demon pupils will be scrambled for, and if he really succeeds in crossing the tribulation, the seal that has been shaken for 20 years will probably be broken by it. Two people can sweep the entire five continents."

Ming Zhu was startled, and quickly said: "Have my master and my junior brother gone too?"

Ming Zhao said: "Well, it's probably to get the demon pill for your little uncle."

"Do you know how my little uncle died?"

Ming Zhao almost rolled his eyes, he tapped Ming Zhu's forehead, and said: "Just now you said you were smart, why don't you get it now? Back then, four of the six people died under the cliff, and one of them was Gui He .”

Ming Zhu was a little impatient: "Then what secret method did Master use to revive him?"

Ming Zhao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who knows? It's probably a fate-sharing method. This kind of secret technique doesn't last long. If there are no demon pills or spirit lamps, I'm afraid both of them will be out of their wits."

Mingzhu took a breath, and impatiently tugged the concentric rope beside him, and said, "Can you untie this thing for me?"

"Do you want to go to Sunburst Cliff?"

Ming Zhu said: "I just went to have a look, besides, aren't you by my side? I'm not afraid."

Ming Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and scolded, "Little bastard, you really know how to call your father."

Ming Zhu sneered, and said: "You know it's my father? Why have you ignored me all these years, and why have I misunderstood you so much? Is it fun to play me around?"

"It's fun." Ming Zhao said sincerely.

Bright Candle: "..."

He became even more impatient: "Get me out quickly!"

Ming Zhao sat cross-legged on the table, and said with great interest, "Then you call Daddy to come and listen."

Bright Candle: "..."

Mingzhu has hated his scumbag father for so many years, although once he untie his knot, it is completely impossible for him to call his father immediately without any grievances, he said angrily: "Old bastard, don't go too far! Let me out quickly!"

Mingzhao gave two "tsk tsk", without forcing it, he hooked it casually, and the red lotus sword placed in the room by Shen Hongchuan came in response, and was dragged by him to slowly melt into the red lotus mark on Mingzhu's left hand like a drop of water .

After letting the red lotus sword merge into Mingzhu's blood, he pinched it casually, turning the lingering concentric knot back into an ordinary red rope, which was pulled around Mingzhu's neck by an invisible force.

Mingzhu tugged uncomfortably, and said, "Can you take it off?"

Mingzhao grabbed his arm and said, "Don't worry about it so much. Take this down and your master will feel it directly. If you let him know that I brought you to a good show, maybe you won't give it to me next time." I bought candy."

Bright Candle: "..."

What about your future as a ghost cultivator?You ate it like a jelly bean?

After Ming Zhao finished speaking, he grabbed the bright candle and jumped out from the window on the second floor. Flying against the wind, he flew all the way to the sky with the bright candle.

Mingzhu: "Ahhhh——"

The screams all the way rose into the air.

The five-mile radius of Bisun Cliff has already been filled with monks and powerful monks, all of whom are staring at the thunderbolts in the distance.

Every time it fell down, there was a heart-piercing roar from Biri Cliff, as if the bloody scream made the scalp numb.

Master Guining stood on the kite with a kind of disciple, his clothes fluttering, looking at the falling thunder in the distance, his eyes sparkled slightly.

Ye Weiyang had already gone to join the people of Changye Villa, but Zhou Mingzhong asked Zhou Shengxue to set up a soft couch on the deck for him, not knowing if he was too lazy looking at him.

Mr. Dao didn't come this time, the only ones who could fight were Master Guining, Yi Lingju who had just arrived in Yuanying, and Ming Huahua. No one dared to get close to Master Guining except Mingzhu, so Lu Qingkong, Shen Di'an and Younu all hid Behind the brothers and sisters, like a baby animal, poked its head out and cowered to the sky.

Shen Di'an carefully tugged at Yi Lingju's sleeve, and murmured: "Second Senior Brother, is that the Demon Cultivator's Crossing Tribulation Thunder? Why does it look so much stronger than Fifth Senior Brother's?"

Lu Qingkong has a deep research on this, and he explained: "It is said that the power of demon cultivators is a level higher than that of humans. If we compare the top of demon cultivators to the Mahayana stage of human beings, then our Mahayana stage can be compared. , just like Jindan, vulnerable to a single blow."

Shen Di'an suddenly realized, and was a little jealous: "The body of the demon cultivator is really strong, so much higher than that of human beings."

Lu Qingkong "hush" at him when he heard the words, lowered his voice, and said: "I read an ancient book and saw a sentence, it is said that Guifang was destroyed hundreds of years ago because there were superiors and you It's the same thought..."

Shen Di'an fell silent for a moment.