In the wasteland, a group of cultivators chased and intercepted one person, and one of them smiled proudly: "Devil, this is your burial place today!" ”

The people who were surrounded in the middle glanced at these people without emotion, indifferent to all the provocations, turned around and knelt on a translucent crystal coffin, looked at the people in the coffin with affection, lightly printed their lips on it, and said infinitely affectionately: "Brother, you rest for a while, Junwu will come back to accompany you immediately." ”

"It's disgusting!" One looked at the man in the middle of them with disdain.

From the outside, you can only see a man in the crystal coffin, but you can't see his face clearly, the translucent crystal distorts the vision, but you can also vaguely distinguish that there is a very handsome person lying in the coffin.

Ling Junwu turned his head, his gaze fell on the person who spoke, and his cold eyes made a cold feeling suddenly rise in that person's heart, and then he reacted, there was only one person on the other side, no matter how terrifying it was, but the cultivation was only in the foundation building period, so there was no need to worry.

The man looked at the person and the coffin in disgust, and sneered: "There is really nothing strange in this world, there is no one to do such a disgusting thing to a corpse, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you really can't believe it." ”

"This demon is not a normal person in the first place, why should Wei Daoyou be surprised, haven't we heard about this person's love for corpses a long time ago?"

"Shut up!" Ling Junwu stared at the two of them gloomily.

"Huh? Is this our interest in debunking people's insights, and being annoyed and angry? The man laughed, his eyes contemptuous.

Ling Junwu's body was violently spiritually violent, and his eyes were full of danger: "All those who disrespect my brother, go and die!" ”

A pitch-black sword appeared in Ling Junwu's hand, and there was an ominous aura wrapped around it, which made people's hearts tremble even when they looked at it.

"Everyone, be careful, although this demon is only cultivated in the foundation building period, there are countless cultivators of the same level who have died in his hands, so don't be careless!"

There were a total of eight cultivators surrounding Ling Junwu, and I saw that these eight people released their spiritual power to attack Ling Junwu at the same time, and the ground suddenly lit up with a formation, and a chain shot out from the hands of the eight people at the same time, which turned out to be a group attack of the formation.

"Whew!" Ling Junwu let out a light breath and let go of the sword in his hand, only to see that the pitch-black sword was hanging in the air, and then it disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already above the heads of the eight people.

Grabbing a chain with one hand, one of which was wrapped around his waist, Ling Junwu looked down and grinned with a bloodthirsty grin, and the red silk appeared out of thin air, extending infinitely, entwining with the other five chains, blocking the attack.

The chain tightly wrapped around Ling Junwu's waist, but he ignored it as if he were nothing, and looked sideways at the person in front of him: "Ah! You can die. ”

The black swords in the air turned into countless ones, the black gas was entangled, the breath was thrilling, the sword aura was overflowing, and it was extremely terrifying, and countless black swords suddenly stabbed down from the air, as fast as a streamer.

"Be careful!" A warning had just been issued, but it was too late, and one of the eight had already died by the sword.

"Everyone, release the magic weapon!"

There is no need to be reminded, the seven people unanimously built an enchantment and took out magic weapons to resist.

Looking at the countless swords hanging overhead, this scene is really spectacular, natural, and dangerous to the extreme.

"Ho ho ho ho ......" Ling Junwu's low laughter spread out in all directions, and the violent spiritual power cut the chains, all the chains instantly turned into smoke powder, and then disappeared without leaving a trace.

"Oops!"

"Why is this demon so strong? It's impossible, it's clear that your realm is the same as ours, how can it be so much worse! ”

The black sword still kept falling from the sky, hitting the enchantment and magic weapons, and the powerful power made people's hearts tremble.

Ling Junwu opened his palm and smiled contemptuously: "How can I be like you, I am...... My brother taught it by himself! ”

"Everyone, attack with a formation!" One of the cultivators who had just laughed at Ling Junwu looked at the crystal coffin, calmly with a hint of imperceptible pride, and said, "Attack the corpse in that coffin!" ”

Although there was one person missing, the formation was barely usable, and the chains condensed in the formation, attacking towards Ling Junwu and the crystal coffin.

"You ......" Ling Junwu's eyes swept over the seven people, "Look for death!" ”

The black sword attack in the air became even more fierce, and the pressure of the seven people increased suddenly, but they did not panic, it seemed that they had already caught the death hole of this demon. I really don't know what this demon is thinking, but a corpse is so obsessed.

Ling Jun Wu guarded the side of the crystal coffin, blocking attacks from all directions, his right hand was held in the air, the black sword broke the barrier, destroyed the protective magic weapon, and penetrated a person's body, the monk died on the spot, his soul was absorbed by a small flag, and now he really didn't even have a chance to reincarnate.

Although I don't know if people have reincarnation.

"What a vicious method!" One person looked at this cold and cruel scene, and his heart trembled.

Although Ling Junwu's cultivation is not ordinary, after all, it is only the foundation building period, and he can naturally win the battle alone with these monks of the same level. However, today was besieged by eight people at the same time, and although it seemed that he had the upper hand at this time, it was only temporary, although the power of the black sword was strong, the spiritual power that could be consumed was also huge, and if it didn't end this battle, I am afraid it would not be good.

The black sword appeared in Ling Junwu's hand, and the attack in the air stopped, and countless chains attacked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that more than half of this demon's power has been consumed, kill him!"

The six of them all looked at Ling Junwu with a sense of joy, this demon has robbed countless cultivators, and his net worth must be rich, although those high-level cultivators above the Dan stage may not be able to look down on them, but they are very tempting for these cultivators of the same level.

Several chains struck the crystal coffin, Ling Junwu was startled and pounced: "Brother! "This is where the flaws are revealed.

"Good chance!" The six of them said at the same time in their hearts, showing their strengths and taking this opportunity to attack Ling Junwu.

Ling Junwu split a vicious beast in half with a backhand sword, and seeing that the two chains were about to hit the coffin, his heart tightened, and his body disappeared in place, intercepting one of them, and the other hit directly on the barrier that suddenly appeared around the crystal coffin.

Even so, Ling Junwu was still heartbroken, and he absolutely couldn't tolerate these people who dared to offend his brother!

The shape of the six people changed, and the attacks in the formation were even more unguardable.

A purple bird suddenly flew out of Ling Junwu's body, that cute appearance made people not mention the slightest vigilance, the little bird turned into an arrow, flew out with a swish, pierced through the formation, melted the enchantment, and penetrated his heart in the frightened eyes of a monk. The purple flames burst into flames, and almost in the blink of an eye, the monk was reduced to ashes and his soul was destroyed.

"What is this?" One exclaimed.

There are only five people left.

A monk took out a spirit sword from the storage bag, the sword body flashed with light, the spirit sword came out of his hand, and flew towards the crystal coffin, the barrier was broken, and the spirit sword pierced the coffin lid, but it was difficult to take a step further.

Ling Junwu dealt with the attacks of the rest of the people, but he couldn't block this sudden spirit sword, watching the spirit sword hit the crystal coffin, like a sharp blade piercing the heart, suddenly reminded him of the day when his brother was seriously injured to save himself, even if nearly a hundred years have passed, he still can't forget the pain that eats his heart and tarsus.

Attacking the cultivator in front of him frantically, it was a complete loss of mind, and this posture was completely about dying with the enemy.

The monk on the opposite side was frightened by Jun Wu's madness, and avoided his edge and dodged to the side.

Ling Junwu released the black sword, conjuring up countless sword shadows, and the purple and dark flames scattered into countless sparks, attached to the black sword, the black sword flew like a swimming fish in the small side of the world, the formation was shattered, and the five cultivators died under this terrifying power.

The Soul Detention Flag flutters, absorbing those souls who are unwilling to die for their own use, nourishing the flag body, and the power of the Soul Detention Flag is increasing bit by bit.

Looking at the tattered clothes on his body, stained with blood, there were enemies and his own, Ling Junwu frowned, waved his hand and used a spell, and the clear water washed his body, washing away the filth of his body.

Ling Junwu swallowed a few elixirs, his body shook a little and approached the crystal coffin, lying on the lid of the coffin, looking at the person in the coffin stupidly, and muttering, "Brother, when will you wake up!" I miss you so much. ”

After looking at Ling Huisheng for a long time, Ling Junwu suddenly got up, opened the lid of the coffin, looked at the sleeping person, trembled and stretched out his hand, stroked the somewhat cold skin, touched his brother's face and stroked it back and forth, the delicate touch fascinated him, and bent down and kissed the bloodless lips.

Kissing softly, reluctant to leave, he couldn't help but pry open his closed lips, his dexterous tongue poked inside, sucking the cool tongue that he didn't feel at all, Ling Junwu's entire body was almost lying in the coffin.

"Brother, if you don't wake up again, I can't guarantee that I can control myself and not do anything offensive to you." Ling Junwu held Ling Huisheng's body for a long time, and finally reluctantly left.

"Brother, let's go! I'll find a way to save you, no matter what it takes. ”

Not long after Ling Junwu left, a demon cultivator wearing a dark green brocade robe came here, looking at the mess in the place and the remaining spiritual power fluctuations in the air, indicating that a great battle had just been passed here.

"Already gone?" Demon Cultivator muttered to himself, looked at the direction in which Ling Junwu had left, and disappeared in place.

On the vast wasteland, Ling Junwu dragged the crystal coffin and stood confronted a cultivator in a dark green brocade robe, looked at the person opposite for a long time, and finally said inexplicably: "It turned out to be you!" ”

This person is the person who Ling Junwu was chased and killed by Qingyi of the Huajian faction, and met him on the way, and was led by him to the east.

"I'm Moxi!"