This dark blue umbrella covered with dense white tadpole-like eyes actually directly killed his consciousness, and his sea of consciousness felt as if he had been stabbed hard by countless thin needles.
"Who are you and what do you want to do!"
Lu Hexuan counterattacked with two sword lights condensed with ancient characters, and at the same time he roared violently.
He thought he was provoking someone? Why would he want to kill a random person when he met him?
"My identity is true. I am Yi Qinghou, the ancient sect of Tianyun." Yi Qinghou continued to use the precious umbrella in his hand to kill Lu Hexuan's consciousness. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to create a crescent moon-like cyan brilliance, blocking it.
Lu Hexuan's sword light counterattack.
"Then why do you want to kill me!" Lu Hexuan really couldn't understand.
He has no grievances against the Tianyun Ancient Sect, and the other party has also made it clear that he has no powerful treasures at all, and there is no possibility that the other party will kill someone to seize the treasure.
"If you want to blame, blame your junior brother Lu Heyu."
Yi Qinghou sneered, and there was deep hatred in his eyes, "You asked your junior brother to kill someone without killing him. He killed my junior brother Luo Fanli, and actually let my junior brother Luo Fanli escape his soul."
"What?" Lu Hexuan almost collapsed. His consciousness was being stabbed continuously, and he felt like needles were pricking everywhere in his head. He couldn't understand it. "Isn't it good that your junior brother escaped from the soul? Do you want him to take the form of a body?"
Are all gods destroyed?"
"That's right!" Yi Qinghou became angry, and his handsome face was distorted, almost roaring, "You don't know this feeling at all. My junior brother Luo Fanli's talent is higher than mine, and he enjoys the best in the sect in every way.
Resources, everyone supports him like a moon. I am only slightly worse than him, but in the sect, he takes advantage of everything, making me like a poor guy who depends on others. Originally, if your junior brother could
If I kill him completely, then I will replace him as the quasi-dao disciple of Tianyun Ancient Sect. However, your junior brother Lu Heyu just let his soul escape, and now a group of supreme elders from our Tianyun Ancient Sect help him reshape his body.
I also used some extremely precious elixirs on him, which actually helped him to condense his flawless spiritual body! The fate that was originally going to fall on me has instead been piled on Luo Fanli. Do you think your junior brother should
If you deserve to die, tell me whether you deserve to die."
At this point, the resentment in Yi Qinghou's heart completely burst out, "I hate quasi-righteous people like you the most. Who will die if you don't die today!"
"you!"
Lu Hexuan was really crazy.
He had thought Yang Yanli was a crazy woman before, but now that he met Yi Qinghou, she was even crazier.
You have been irritated by Luo Fanli in Tianyun Ancient Sect and have accumulated grudges for a long time. Why are you taking this grievance out on me now?
"Yi Qinghou, what's the point 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 conflict with your junior brother? Is he so powerful that he can attack and kill the quasi-dao disciple of your Tianyun Ancient Sect?
"
Marquis Yi Qing smiled sharply and said: "I lied to you from the beginning. Ren Honglian, Yu Jingzhe, and Luo Fanli met your junior brother together and were tricked by your junior brother. As for why I wanted to kill you and your junior brother, it's all about caring.
Tongda, if I can’t let go of this resentment, I will definitely condense my inner demons and my future practice will be hindered.”
"What do you care about and understand! It's just..."
Lu Hexuan was so angry that he couldn't help but curse. It was bullshit to curse.
But the last two words he said, "shit", were swallowed as soon as they came to his mouth.
Because it suddenly occurred to him that he too had an incomprehensible mind, he had to come out of the Dinxia Ancient Sect to look for trouble with Wang Li.
"puff!"
He was so angry with himself that he felt bitter in his mouth, as if he had swallowed a piece of dog shit.
A mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.
"Yi Qinghou, do you really think that I am a cat or a dog that you can kill at will to let you vent your anger?"
He was really angry, "The Clay Bodhisattva also has anger. Do you think I can really be manipulated by you people?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed forward, directly writing a blood book in the void with his own blood.
Whoosh!
A row of blood characters condensed in the void, and rapidly sucked in the vitality of heaven and earth, constantly rotating, forming blood-red copper coins one after another.
These copper coins formed a long red sword, which was pointed at Marquis Yi Qing from a distance.
At first, when these blood words were formed, Yi Qinghou felt the terrifying fluctuations of vitality and was frightened. But looking at the crimson long sword formed, he suddenly smiled, "Zombie Suppressing Talisman Sword?
Lu Hexuan, are you kidding me? Do you think I am a zombie and use this method to deal with me?"
"ah!"
But just after he finished speaking, he let out a violent howl.
His head was in splitting pain, and it felt like a long sword had been pierced into his sea of consciousness.
"Hahaha!"
Lu Hexuan was very relieved and laughed wildly: "Anyone who kills my consciousness will be killed by me. Although the Zombie Suppressing Talisman Sword is a way to suppress the zombies, it will have a backlash effect on the monks who kill my consciousness.
You don’t know this, right? I want you to use the magic weapon that kills my consciousness to deal with me.”
"So what if you can bite back my consciousness? Wouldn't it hurt you?"
Yi Qinghou endured the severe pain as if his head had been cut open, and he once again activated the precious umbrella in his hand crazily.
His treasured umbrella is called the Treasured Umbrella of the Dharma King of Harmful Wisdom, and it is a first-class magic weapon specially designed to destroy the spiritual consciousness of monks.
"Lu Hexuan, do you think that I, Yi Qinghou, am a three-year-old child who can be easily intimidated by you? It seems that if you can use this method to counterattack with your spiritual consciousness, you will be better off. Don't I know that you must be 100%
Withstand my divine consciousness killing, but with your method, the pain I endure can only be 60 to 70% of the pain you endure. Isn’t that equivalent to me killing you ten times, and you can kill me six or seven times, you laugh
What a joke." He shouted sternly, "And maybe fellow Taoist Yang Yanli will chase after us when he sees us fighting. Don't you think you will definitely die?"
"Fart, Yang Yanli is already scared to death by me, and I made an appointment with five friends who were originally going to deal with Wang Li. If they come here now, they will help me deal with you!" Lu Hexuan also screamed sharply.
"What are you pretending to be!" Yi Qinghou laughed loudly, "If it's really what you said, then you were running away like a bereaved dog before, burning your buttocks?"
"Fuck you..." Lu Hexuan also felt that he had had enough. He shouted hysterically, "Then why are you pretending? Even if you chop me ten times, I can only chop you six or seven times. Don't you feel the pain yourself?"
?Come on, let’s hurt each other, who is afraid of whom?”
"You have suffered more injuries than me, how can I still be afraid of you!" Yi Qinghou was also completely angered by Lu Hexuan, and he shouted hysterically.
The two people were completely at each other's throats and hurt each other.
The two minds were constantly fighting each other. One person's head hurt as if it had been split into seventeen or eighteen petals, and the other person's head seemed to be filled with steel needles.
The screams and hysterical screams of the two people continued to shake the sky.
After drinking tea, the two people's facial features were squeezed into a pile. Both of them could no longer bear it, and foam was pouring out of their mouths.
Yi Qinghou couldn't bear it anymore. While his whole body twitched violently, he stopped activating the magic weapon.
Lu Hexuan held his head with both hands. He looked at Yi Qinghou foaming at the mouth, but he couldn't help but laughed loudly, "Good guy, aren't you brave? Aren't you going to kill me? Why?
Now it’s no longer possible, like a crab foaming at the mouth?”
"You sound like you're not pushing foam at your mouth. If you have the guts, don't push it." Yi Qinghou shouted sharply: "Do you believe that I will activate this treasure again?"
"Come on!" Lu Hexuan spat out the foam in his mouth bitterly, "Don't stop if you have the guts. I just feel the pain and pleasure!"
"Are you bluffing me?"
Yi Qinghou had been grudged against such a quasi-taoist figure for a long time. He hated him so much that he could not give in. He immediately roared and once again inspired the Dharma King's Treasure Umbrella.
"ah!"
Lu Hexuan was trembling all over.
In fact, he was so angry that he just wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Why did he have to be so harsh?
But he must not give in.
Although his whole body was throbbing with pain, he still kept shouting, "It feels so good! Don't stop! Come on, Marquis Yi Qing, come again. I, Lu Hexuan, have never experienced anything so refreshing until now in my practice, ah!"
"Are you... so fucking perverted?" Yi Qinghou foamed at his mouth again. His scalp was so painful that it felt like it was about to fly. "Lu Hexuan, are you a masochist?"
"Hahaha!" Lu Hexuan heard that the other party scolded him for being a pervert. Although he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Yi Qinghou, you are not the same. You are foaming at the mouth. You
It has to continue.”
…
"Master, who are these two people? Why are their names so familiar? What are they doing?"
The voices of these two people were extremely loud. What they didn't know was that some monks had been attracted from a distance. One of the female monks was followed by a Taoist with white beard and hair. The female monk heard Lu Hexuan keep shouting "It's cool,
Don't stop!" She immediately looked at the Taoist beside her in confusion and asked.
The Taoist priest had goosebumps all over his body.
"Lu Hexuan... The Taoist disciple of the ancient Fuxia Sect, and that Yi Qinghou, seems to be one of the true disciples of the ancient Tianyun Sect leader? I didn't expect that the two of them had such a hobby, they were both foaming at the mouth and wouldn't stop. The young man was so indulgent,
He also doesn’t shy away from people’s eyes and ears. It’s really a deteriorating world and has lost the orthodoxy of the Immortal Sect.”
Such a voice sounded in the heart of this old Taoist. He immediately turned around and answered his female disciple: "These two people may be tempering their own flesh and blood. This has nothing to do with us. Let's not get close."