Suddenly, a melodious melody came out of the jade flute. Lei Zhenyue's half-attacked meteor hammer actually stopped in mid-air. Looking at Lei Zhenyue's expression at this moment, he had become extremely struggling. This flute sound is really like what Luo Jiutian chanted, as if even the gods and demons will fall asleep when they hear it.

At this moment, Lei Zhenyue finally understood the terrible thing about his junior brother.

Soul attack, this is a stunt he has never performed before. You must know that in the past, Luo Jiutian only showed a strong martial arts talent, and just a martial arts talent was enough to laugh at the proud sect. If he is also a strong man with soul power, then his talent may not be able to be described as terrifying.

"Knock knock!"

Lei Zhenyue slapped his head a few times, and suddenly became much more sober. A hideous gaze appeared in his eyes again, and he slammed the meteor hammer towards Luo Jiutian.

"Whoosh!"

The meteor hammer roared vertically and horizontally, and the strong wind blew Luo Jiutian's ink hair fluttering, and his clothes were hunting. However, Luo Jiutian's body was elegant, and the hammer almost touched his body, but he couldn't help him at all.

"Luo Jiutian!" Lei Zhenyue roared, "If you have the ability to compete with me with martial arts, why do you want to use such evil arts!"

"Evil art on the side of the door?" Luo Jiutian sneered, "Senior brother, are you mocking my Purple Cloud Sect ancestor by this?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"My "Drunken Immortal Song", although it is only a fragment, but it is a peerless study that I am enshrined in the Purple Cloud Sect Scripture Pavilion! If it is really as you said, wouldn't it mean that my Purple Cloud Sect Scripture Pavilion is hiding dirt and dirt!"

"I ......," Lei Zhenyue was speechless for a while.

He knew that Luo Jiutian was not lying. It is said that on the top floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in the main cities of the Purple Cloud Sect, there will be a lonely cultivation secret room, and the Holy Soul Diagram enshrined in this secret room is either a soul attack or a thunder spirit spell. It's just that in the Purple Cloud Sect, there are very few people with real soul power, so these secret rooms are almost unattended on weekdays.

And he had also heard that the secret room on the top floor of the Lingyun City Scripture Pavilion was a flute song. However, Lei Zhenyue had always been very disdainful of soul arts, so even if he heard that Luo Jiutian had been to that secret room in the past, he didn't pay attention to it.

But now, Luo Jiutian's melodious and clear flute sounded, but Lei Zhenyue felt that this seemed to be a prelude to the undead from the netherworld! If he was really intoxicated, he was afraid that he would really be like Luo Jiutian recited, "I don't want to return after a thousand years of sleep." Of course, it's not that they don't want to return, but they can't return, because how can a dead person wake up?

"In vain!" Luo Jiutian smiled coldly.

"Hmph, I think it's your ability to do that!" Lei Zhenyue sneered.

"Is that so, senior brother, you have a good look!" Luo Jiutian said, his eyes shot out two essences, and then on the drunken fairy flute, a series of brilliant magic patterns lit up one after another.

The warriors used, such as Lei Zhenyue's meteor hammer, were warriors. And what the soul power cultivators use is magic weapons.

Magic weapons are the most important weapons that can strengthen soul power attacks and spell attacks. With the same soul power, one of the key factors that determines the victory or defeat of both sides is the magic weapon in the hands of the two people. Even a person with a slightly lower soul power can turn the tide of battle in a critical moment with a powerful magic weapon.

Those that are burned on the soldiers and used to increase the power of the soldiers are called the Soldier Pattern, and the one on the magic weapon is called the Magic Pattern. The weapon pattern needs to be lit with the power of true qi or true yuan, while the magic pattern needs to be lit with soul power.

"Fifth-order magic weapon?" Lan Xinyue muttered to herself.

Although the girl is a strong soul, but Youyue is not, and this face is very suspicious, so she did not find a powerful magic weapon for the girl. Fortunately, the girl's soul power is naturally too strong, and she doesn't need the help of magic weapons to deal with ordinary opponents.

With this jade flute in Luo Jiutian's hand, Lan Xinyue faintly felt that she should already have the power of at least a fifth-order magic weapon. And she also felt that it seemed that this was not the limit of this flute. In this flute, there seems to be one or more seals faintly, and once all of them are unlocked, the power will be extremely terrifying. However, the girl was too weak to see more clearly.

At this moment, just look at the jade flute, twenty fifth-order magic patterns have already lit up. Lei Zhenyue's movements were already much slower than just now, while Luo Jiutian was even more at ease.

"How is it, senior brother, how is the taste of the evil art of the left side of the door?"

"Luo ...... Nine...... God!" Lei Zhenyue felt that his eyelids began to sink, and his consciousness became a little blurred, "Are you going to take my life?" Hmph! Very good, come on! Kill me, and see how Master, Great Elder Guyun will clean you up!"

"Now are you starting to worry about these things with me?" Luo Jiutian's eyes were extremely fierce, "Long Haotian is also your junior brother now. According to the rules of the sect, the elders are in retreat, and as senior brothers, they have the obligation to protect and teach their junior disciples. And what have you done? Don't mention Tie Yu to me, what he did outside the Thundercloud Pool, Ah Ying and Ah Xiong have already told me! Even if you get into trouble with the Great Elder Guyun over this matter, the two of them are not afraid to confront you face to face!"

Lei Zhenyue was a little speechless for a while.

Indeed, Tie Yu is disrespectful to his own disciples, which is an ironclad fact. Whether it is the Mu Yan Muyu brothers, or the sunspots who were also beaten by Long Haotian, or Wen Ling, or even the Xiahou Ying and Xiahou Xiong brothers, they all pointed this out very clearly in their secret talismans. This article alone is enough to convict Tie Yu of the crime of disrespect.

In the Purple Cloud Sect, this crime is so heavy that it can be abolished and expelled from the sect, or it can be killed on the spot, and there is no room for counter-offering. Therefore, Long Haotian threw the iron rain down the cliff without the slightest fault.

It is precisely because of this that Lei Zhenyue understands that if he wants to handle it impartially, he will definitely not be able to avenge this illegitimate son. Therefore, he finally chose to take a risk, relying on the fact that Great Elder Guyun was thousands of miles away, Elder Lingyun was still in retreat, and Xie Rongyuan and the others were also afraid that Long Haotian would not intervene, so they killed him, hoping to cut him first.

But in the end, Long Haotian survived incredibly, and also took the two lives of Taifeng and Mo Wuxian. At the same time, he himself was easily defeated by Luo Jiutian, the most despised junior brother in the past. So at this moment, Lei Zhenyue almost died of shame, and more than half of the original battle intent disappeared in an instant.

"Okay!" Lei Zhenyue held his head that was almost unable to lift up, gritted his teeth and said, "Tie Yu's matter is over! From now on, I will recognize Long Haotian as my junior brother and no longer embarrass him, is it okay!"

"Swear a poisonous oath!"

"What did you say?"

"Swear to the sky!" Luo Jiutian said coldly.

He knew that he would never be able to control Lei Zhenyue without such a method. And even if Lei Zhenyue really made a poisonous oath, maybe at the critical moment, he would regret it. But despite this, a poisonous oath has a lot of restraining power for the heart of a warrior. If you disobey it at will, the inner demons caused will definitely affect your cultivation in the future. And this is the most lethal for a martial artist.

Lei Zhenyue struggled for a while, nodded and said: "Okay! I swear yes! The sky is above, I, Lei Zhenyue, regard Long Haotian as my junior brother, and I am not to blame for the iron rain in the past, if I have the slightest intention of harming in the future, I should die under the thunder!"

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