This dark blue treasure umbrella covered with dense white tadpole-shaped eyes actually killed his spiritual consciousness. It seemed that countless fine needles were stabbed into his sea of consciousness.
"Who are you and what do you want to do!"
Lu Hexuan fired two sword lights condensed from ancient characters to counterattack, and at the same time he roared violently.
He felt that he was chasing whom he was? Why did he want his life whenever he met someone?
"My identity is true. I am Yi Qinghou of the Ancient Sect of Tianyun." Yi Qinghou continued to use the treasure umbrella in his hand to kill Lu Hexuan's spiritual sense. At the same time, he reached out to evolve a crescent blue light to block it.
Lu Hexuan's sword light counterattack.
"Then why do you want to kill me!" Lu Hexuan really couldn't figure it out.
He had no grievances and no grudges with the ancient Tianyun Sect, and the other party also asked clearly that there was no powerful treasure on him, and the other party did not have the possibility of killing people and catching treasures.
"If you want to blame, blame your junior brother Lu Heyu."
Yi Qinghou sneered, and a strong hatred appeared in his eyes, "If you want your junior brother to kill someone, just kill someone, he will kill my junior brother Luo Fanli, but he will even let my junior brother Luo Fanli escape from his soul."
"What?" Lu Hexuan was almost collapsed. His spiritual sense was constantly being killed. The feeling of needles pricking in his head was even more difficult to understand, "Your junior brother escaped from his soul. Isn't that good? Do you want him to be in shape?
Gods are destroyed?"
"Not bad!" Yi Qinghou became angry, his handsome face was also distorted, and he almost roared, "You don't know this at all. My junior brother Luo Fanli's talent is one line higher than me, and he can enjoy the best sect everywhere.
Resources, everyone held him like everyone else. I was just a little worse than him, but in the sect, he took the lead everywhere, making me like a poor worm living under someone else's roof. Originally, if your junior brother could
Kill him completely,
Then I will replace him as the quasi-daozi of the ancient Tianyun Sect, but your junior brother Lu Heyu let his soul escape. Now, a group of supreme elders of our ancient Tianyun Sect can help him reshape his body and make some extremely precious ones.
The spiritual medicine was used on him, but instead he used it to help him condense his flawless spiritual body! The encounter that was originally about to fall on me became more and more serious on Luo Fanli. You said whether your junior brother should be killed? You said you
Should I die?"
Speaking of this, the resentment in Yi Qinghou's heart also burst out completely, "I hate you as accurate as a man, who will die if you don't die today!"
"you!"
Lu Hexuan is really crazy.
He had thought Yang Yanli was simply a crazy woman before, but now he met Yi Qinghou even crazier.
You have been receiving the aura of Fanli in the ancient Tianyun Sect for a long time. Now you are doing this anger on me!
"Yi Qinghou, what's the benefit of killing me!"
He was in poor condition at this time and had no fighting spirit in his heart. He screamed, "What's more, why did my junior brother have a conflict with your junior brother? Is he that powerful and can still attack and kill your accurate Taoist son of the ancient Tianyun Sect?
”
Yi Qinghou Li smiled and said, "I lied to you at the beginning. Ren Honglian, Yu Jingzhe, and Luo Fanli met your junior brother together, but your junior brother was secretly slandered. As for why I wanted to kill you and your junior brother, I was concerned about it.
If you can’t let this resentment come out, I will definitely condense my inner demons and will be hindered in the future.”
"What's the matter of concern and understanding! It's simply..."
Lu Hexuan was furious and couldn't help but curse. It was so shit to want to scold him.
But his last word of shit was swallowed by his mouth.
Because he suddenly thought that he had no idea, he had to come out of the ancient Foxia Sect to find Wang Li's trouble.
"puff!"
He was so angry that he felt bitter in his mouth, as if he had swallowed a piece of shit himself.
A mouthful of blood surged out of his mouth.
"Yi Qinghou, do you really think I am a cat and a dog, and you can be abused and killed by you at will, so that you can vent your anger?"
He was really angry, "The Clay Buddha is also angry. Do you think I am really being controlled by you at will?"
He reached out and pointed it out in front of him, writing a blood book in the void with his own blood.
Swish!
A row of blood words condensed in the void, and then rapidly curled up and sucked the energy of heaven and earth, constantly rotating, forming blood-red copper coins.
These copper coins formed a red long sword, aiming at Yi Qinghou from afar.
At the beginning, Yi Qinghou felt the terrifying fluctuation of energy at the moment when these blood words were condensed, and was shocked. But when he looked at the red long sword formed, he immediately smiled, "Corpse-suppressing Talisman Sword?"
Lu Hexuan, are you funny? Do you think I am a zombie? Use this method to deal with me?"
"ah!"
But just after he finished speaking, he let out a violent howl.
His head was in a split pain, and it seemed like a long sword was stabbed into his sea of consciousness.
"Hahaha!"
Lu Hexuan was very relieved, and he laughed wildly: "Those who kill my spiritual sense will be killed by me. Although the corpse-suppressing talisman sword is a method to suppress zombies, it has a backlash against the cultivators who kill my spiritual sense.
Don’t you know this? Let you use the magic weapon to kill my spiritual consciousness to deal with me."
"So what if you can backfire my spiritual sense? Don't you feel pain?"
Yi Qinghou endured the severe pain of his head being cut open, and once again crazily urged the treasure umbrella in his hand.
His treasure umbrella is called the treasure umbrella of the Dharma King of Destroyment, which is a first-class magic weapon that specializes in killing the spiritual consciousness of the monks.
"Lu Hexuan, do you think I, Yi Qinghou, is a three-year-old child, and can be scared by you at will? You can be better off by using this method of spiritual consciousness. Don't you know that you must be 100%
Withstand my spiritual sense, but the pain I endure in this way of yours is only 60% to 70% of the pain you suffer. That is equivalent to killing you ten times, and you can kill me six or seven times, and you laugh
What a laugh." He shouted sternly, "And maybe fellow Taoist Yang Yanli will chase us when he sees our fighting. Don't you think you will die?"
"Fuck, Yang Yanli is already scared of being killed by me, and I have made five friends, originally going to deal with Wang Li. If they come, they will help me deal with you!" Lu Hexuan also screamed sternly.
"What are you pretending!" Yi Qinghou laughed, "If it is really as you said, then you were fleeing like a broken butt before, like a dog that was stray?"
"Fuck you..." Lu Hexuan felt fed up, and he screamed hysterically, "Then what are you pretending? Even if you cut me ten times, I can only cut you six or seven times. Don't you feel pain yourself
?Come on, hurt each other, who is afraid of whom?"
"You have suffered more harm than me. Am I still afraid that you will not succeed!" Yi Qinghou was completely angry by Lu Hexuan, and he also screamed hysterically.
The two of them were completely hurting each other.
The two of them kept fighting each other. One person's head hurt so much that it was like it was cracked into seventeen or eighteen petals, and the other person's head seemed to be filled with steel needles.
The two people screamed and hysterical screams kept shaking the sky.
After a cup of tea, the facial features of the two people were squeezed into a pile, and neither of them could bear it, and white foam was pouring out of their mouths.
Yi Qinghou couldn't bear it. While his whole body was twitching violently, he stopped stimulating the magic weapon.
Lu Hexuan held his head in both hands. He looked at Yi Qinghou foaming at his mouth, but he couldn't help laughing again, "Good guy, aren't you arrogant? You're going to kill me? Why?
Now it won’t work, just like a crab, foaming in your mouth?”
"It seems that you don't push white foam in your mouth. If you have the will, don't push it." Yi Qinghou shouted sternly: "Do you believe it or not, I will inspire this treasure again?"
"Come on!" Lu Hexuan vomited the white foam in his mouth hatred, "If you have a genital, don't stop. I just feel the pain is refreshing now!"
"You're bluffing me?"
Yi Qinghou has been resentful to such a quasi-Daoist figure for a long time. He hated him so much that he was willing to admit defeat. He roared immediately, and once again inspired the treasure umbrella of the Dao King of Wisdom.
"ah!"
Lu Hexuan was trembling all over.
In fact, he was so angry that he just wanted to slap his mouth, why did he have to be stubborn?
But he must not admit defeat.
Although he was so painful that his whole body was thrusting, he kept shouting, "It's great! Don't stop! Come, Yi Qinghou, come again. I, Lu Hexuan, have not experienced such a refreshing thing yet, ah!"
"You're so perverted?" White foam came out of Yi Qinghou's mouth again. His scalp felt like it was about to fly, "Lu Hexuan, are you masochist?"
"Hahaha!" Lu Hexuan heard the other party scolding him for being perverted. Although it was not easy for him, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Yi Qinghou, you are not the same, you are foaming at the mouth, you
We have to continue."
...
"Master, who are these two people? Why are the names so familiar, what are they doing?"
The two of them were extremely loud. What they didn't know was that some monks were attracted to them in the distance. One of the female cultivators followed a Taoist with white hair and beard. The female cultivator listened to Lu Hexuan's constant shouting, "It's great,"
Don't stop!" She immediately looked at the Taoist beside her in confusion and asked.
The Taoist got goosebumps all over his body.
"Lu Hexuan... The Daozi of the Ancient Sect of Foxia, the Ye Qinghou seemed to be one of the true disciples of the leader of the Ancient Sect of Tianyun. Unexpectedly, the two of them had such a hobby, and they both foamed at the mouth and kept resting. The young man was so indulgent,
It is not to be aware of the eyes and ears. It is really the worldly style that has lost its orthodox tradition."
This voice sounded in the old Taoist heart. He immediately turned the light of the escape, answered his female disciple, and said, "These two people may be tempering their flesh and blood. This has nothing to do with us, so we should not get close."