Ming Ling and Tong Xuan kept searching for Shen Ming's location on the island, Ming Ling Daoist's face became more and more anxious, and Tong Xuan Little Daoist was more and more silent.

The little Taoist priest suddenly stopped on a cliff, he looked at the screen of the water god that enveloped the entire island, he and his senior brother had tried at the beginning, and they could not pass through this barrier.

"Senior brother...... Let's go fight with Yingqi, there's not enough time. ”

"If we don't fight to the death, who says that we will not be able to defeat him, we join forces, it's not hopeless." The little Taoist priest's face was very firm.

The Mingling Taoist walked to the side of the little Taoist, his face was irrepressibly anxious, but when he heard Tong Xuan's words, his face gradually calmed down.

"Well, our senior brothers join forces, and we will definitely be able to defeat him!"

He nodded, and the determination of a desperate battle gradually appeared on his face.

It's just that at this moment, a trace of unusually complicated pain suddenly appeared in Ming Ling's eyes: "Senior brother...... Remember the first time you went up the mountain? ”

Ming Ling, who was already in his twenties, was wearing a flowing cyan robe, his long hair was tied up with a hairpin, and the unruly expression on his handsome face had disappeared.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old little Taoist priest had an ordinary face, a simple robe, and pure eyes, and he smiled and said, "Of course I remember." ”

"The first time I went up the mountain, I happened to meet the master who tied my brother to a pole and hung him."

"At that time, Senior Brother wanted to escape from Wudang Street all day long, run down the mountain, and instigated me to go to the world with you all day long......

"At that time...... Although Senior Brother often scolds me, every time I get injured while practicing, Senior Brother, you give me medicine, and although you often beat me, every time something happens, you will stand in front of me. ”

Daoist Mingling's hands trembled a little, walked to the little Taoist's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "Senior brother......"

The little Taoist priest didn't care about the movements of the Mingling Taoist, and said to himself: "But, senior brother, what will you slowly become like this...... Is it because my spiritual power has gradually surpassed yours, and is it because I have received more and more compliments from my master...... Is it because I've become stronger than you? ”

The little Taoist priest covered his chest, the blood splashed on his chest stained the Taoist robe, and blood poured out from the corners of the little Taoist priest's face and mouth, and he smiled bitterly: "But that's not what I want......

"I just...... I want to catch up with you and fight side by side with you......"

When the Mingling Taoist priest patted the little Taoist priest on the shoulder, a small knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and stabbed into the heart of the little Taoist priest of Tongxuan!

The Mingling Daoist took a step back tremblingly: "Why don't you hide...... You could have dodged ......"

The Mingling Taoist priest suddenly burst into tears and cried: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, junior brother, I have to do this......"

"I want to live, we can't beat Yingqi, I just want to live!"

"I can't beat it! We can't do it! The Mingling Taoist priest yelled in pain.

As soon as he thought of Bai Qi and Meng Tian, the two undead generals, the Mingling Taoist priest was terrified, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't bring up the thought of resisting.

If you go to fight against Ying Qi with your junior brother, you and your junior brother will definitely die!

In this case, it is better to ...... Let me live!

"If you can't kill Shen Ming, among the three people, the weakest one is me."

I'm going to die!

"I still have a lot of youth, I still have a lot of things I want to do, I don't want to die!"

The little Taoist priest Tongxuan looked at the senior brother who was crying bitterly, laughed miserably, and fell on the cliff: "I suppressed my guardian spirit, senior brother, you go, it will not take revenge on you." ”

The little Taoist priest's eyes were a little hollow, and he didn't know what he remembered.

In fact, in the second half of the journey, he already knew that there would be such a result.

If he wanted to dodge, he would be able to dodge the attack of the Ming Spirit Daoist.

The little Taoist knew that he was stronger than his senior brother, but in fact, even if Ming Ling didn't do anything, at the last moment, Tong Xuan would choose to sacrifice himself to let Ming Flexible continue.

It's just that people can really change...... It would be nice if I could always cultivate in the mountains.

Master...... I miss Wudang Street.

"Senior brother, I will avenge you! I will continue to grow stronger under Ying Qi's men, and finally take the opportunity to kill him to avenge you! The Mingling Taoist wiped away a handful of tears, took a deep look at the little Taoist priest who was gradually silent, and jumped off the cliff suddenly.

Ming Ling prepared to run in the direction of the huge ruins.

However, at this moment, a huge thunderbolt suddenly descended from the screen of the water god in the sky, and directly slashed in front of the Mingling Daoist, making his pace retreat in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the lightning flashing arcs continued to chop down, falling to the ground, hitting out small pits of black smoke, and the extremely flustered Ming Ling kept dodging, and finally returned to the cliff.

The Ming Ling Daoist raised his head, and two figures descended from the sky like gods from the screen of the water god, and a black knife with a shiny inscription on the edge continued to enlarge in Ming Ling's eyes, as if it had happened before.

"Green kite, do you see it?"

"Some people seem to be brothers with you, but once you become stronger than him, he will want to kill you immediately."

"There are also some people who always make excuses for their actions, constantly beautify their ugliness, and find a reason for comfort for themselves."

Chen Fan carried the green kite on his back, rushed out of the screen of the water god, and fell from the sky with the sky-high water flow, and slashed at the Mingling Taoist priest with a knife!

The green kite held a long sword in his hand, and a thundercloud floated above his head, and the thunder that had forced back the Ming Spirit Daoist before was officially emitted from the thundercloud.

When the Mingling Taoist saw the figures of Chen Fan and Qing Kite, his pupils shrank suddenly, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, and a heavy murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Shut up! You know what! The angry Mingling Taoist roared.

An immortal martial spirit dressed in immortal armor and holding a huge shield appeared in front of the Ming Ling Daoist, looking extremely sacred, surrounded by a vast immortal qi, and the giant snake composed of two clouds and mist bit towards Chen Fan and Qing Kite who were approaching.

The Mingling Daoist's eyes were red, and he was ready to kill these two people completely with the guardian spirit.

Last time, I wasn't ready, this time, I'm going to die!

However, the moment this thought just surfaced, the Mingling Taoist suddenly found that his neck was a little cold.

Something was splashing from his neck.

What is that?

A great fear arose in the mind of the Ming Ling Daoist...... The red...... Is it blood?

Wait, your guardian spirit is still in front of you!

The Mingling Daoist blinked, and immediately saw that his immortal martial spirit had been split in half with a knife.

The shield was split in half, the immortal armor was split in half, and the body was split in half.

No, it can't be...... A knife - slashing immortals?

With one sword, he cut his own immortal martial spirit in half?!

Mingling Daoist suddenly felt that everything around him was far away from him, and he saw a headless body wearing a flowing Taoist robe falling to the ground, who was that?

His last gaze rested on the man with the black knife in his hand, full of fear.

"If you say you can't do anything, you haven't done it, how do you know you can't do it?" Chen Fan looked at the falling head and said lightly.