Absolutely not my father

Standing behind layers of monks, Zhong Hong looked at Luo Fan, who was half kneeling on the ground, with hatred in his eyes that could hardly be concealed.Luo Yan raised his head as if aware of it, and met Zhong Hong's eyes, both of them were shocked.

Raising his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Luo Yan stood up holding his sword, resisting the pain of tearing tendons and mobilizing the remaining spiritual power in his body, although he didn't know the hostility of the male cultivator who couldn't see his face clearly From where did it come from, from the look at each other, Luo Yan already knew that this battle was inevitable.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the white blade trembled slightly. Luo Wen held the sword in his right hand and looked at Zhong Hong calmly.

Zhong Hong also drew out the long-gun he was carrying on his back, and walked out from the end of the corridor with steady steps. This gun was his most convenient weapon, but he had never shown it in front of others.

There was a clanging sound, and the two of them moved at the same time. Various spiritual powers suddenly appeared, and then disappeared immediately, like fireworks reflected in the water, only seeing gorgeous phantoms.Everyone could only hear the sound of Jin Ge in their ears, and the afterimages caught by their eyes from time to time.

After a hundred moves, Luo Wen's sword collided with Zhong Hong's long-spear, and the vibrating spiritual power spread around the two of them, and the earth and rocks in the corridor fell rustlingly, forcing the other monks who were watching to back off. several steps.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, all sounds disappeared, the previous extreme movement set off the current extreme silence, and everyone stared intently at the center of the battle situation, waiting for the announcement of the ending.

"Crack-"

A crack emerged from the snow-white blade, and then quickly spread to the entire blade...

In an instant, the spirit sword in Luo Wen's hand shattered into meaningless scraps of copper and iron. The strength of the spear continued unabated, breaking through the defenses around Luo Wen, and hitting Luo Wen's shoulder. The spiritual power that had been gathered with great difficulty was scattered, and the body flew backwards, and finally fell to the entrance of the main hall.

"Pfft—" another mouthful of blood was spit out, mixed with the blood of the people killed by Luo Yan on the floor, if Luo Fan wasn't wearing a red dress, he might not be able to see it now.

Luo Yan propped up his upper body and watched Zhong Hong approaching step by step holding a long-gun.

tah... tah... tah...

The sound of the boots stepping on the blood was particularly obvious at this moment. It was the footsteps of the god of death, enough to drive people who are greedy for life and fear of death crazy, but Luo Yan still had no expression, and his eyes were more indifferent than those of the bystanders.

Zhong Hong walked up to Luo Fan and paused, Luo Fan raised his head and looked at him.

"Can you tell me why?"

"It's no longer necessary."

Zhong Hong raised his long-spear, and the next second, the tip of the spear was wrapped in a fierce wind and pierced towards Luo Wen's eyebrows.

Luo Yan closed his eyes, and only held the jade pendant in his palm. At this moment, he began to think about what his death meant. He thought of his mother who had never met before. If the mother was alive and knew that he was dead, what would it be like? appearance.

He thought of the wick that he had contracted with him. Once the master died, the spirit beast would suffer heavy injuries. With the wick's temperament that is afraid of pain, he would definitely cry.

He thought of Mu Yi, the elder brother of Yi Shiyi, who had taken care of him for so many years and was the closest person to him. If he died, he would not be able to do what he promised his brother earlier. In this case, the brother would suffer a big loss ...

The tip of the gun touched the center of the eyebrows, and the stabbing pain was so strong that the skin was pierced by the force, and a drop of blood oozed out from the center of Luo's eyebrows. It was so coquettish, so mysterious, and Luo Wen, who was on the verge of death, looked like Luo Fan, but not like him. Luo knows.

But Luo Yan waited for a long time, but he didn't feel that the spear head pierced any more. Luo Yan opened his eyes, and saw Zhong Hong looking at him with a ferocious expression, a look mixed with hatred, unwillingness and astonishment .

Following Zhong Hong's gaze, Luo Fan noticed the blood bone bead on his wrist. At this time, the bead was glowing with a strange red light, and there was a wave familiar to Luo Fan overflowing from it, which was Mu Yi's soul wave.

Because the light of the Blood Bone Bead was covering up, no one noticed that there was another shiny thing on Luo Wen's body, which was the jade pendant that he tore off from his neck after he fell out.

After struggling for a long time, Zhong Hong gave Luo Yan a bitter look, put away his long-gun, turned around and left, and disappeared at the end of the corridor after a while. This godlike development shocked everyone present, and no one knew why Zhong Hong will suddenly change his mind.

Luo Fan didn't know either, but he guessed that it was related to Mu Yi, recalling in his mind what Mu Yi said to him before entering the Valley of the Fallen Devil, not only did Luo Fan feel a little puzzled, did the senior brother know something?

Now that Zhong Hong was gone, Luo Wen had escaped. He stood up, and his eyes fell on the jade pendant in his palm. This jade pendant was the one he carried with him when he woke up. The blood jade of the name.

At this time, the red light on the jade pendant had dissipated. Luo Wen put it back around his neck, and his eyes fell on the monk in the temple who was about to move again because he was seriously injured. The power of a battle.

The battle sounded again and again in the corridor, and more and more blood flowed on the floor, some from Luo Jian and some from other monks. Seeing this scene, Zhong Hong finally calmed down a little, and then he really left.

Master can stop him from killing Ling Luowen, and can he also stop the monks in the temple?If Ling Luoan insisted on stopping at the gate of the hall, he would surely die.

……

The golden light on the stone platform slowly dissipated, and the golden beads flew directly into Ling Juebi's chest this time. Ling Juebi opened his eyes, first checked the teleportation array that appeared on the stone platform, and then moved his gaze to the stone steps at the entrance of the hall to slow down. A trace of surprise flashed across the slowly dripping blood.

With such a strong smell of blood, how many people did Luo Jian kill?

Ling Juebi flew down the stone platform and walked towards the entrance of the hall. The first thing he saw was the pile of corpses, and then Luo Fan standing in the middle of the corpses.

At this time, Luo Yan was no longer as quiet and cute as usual. His hands were dripping with blood, and there was only a hollow murderous intent in his eyes, like an empty shell without a soul. Heart palpitations.

After slicing a monk's throat with his finger again, Luo Jian glanced blankly at the other monks, and then looked down at his hands. He never thought that he was so tired now and wanted to rest, and then he closed his eyes , fell down.

Seeing this, Ling Juebi's complexion changed, and he appeared behind Luo Fan, catching Luo Fan's fallen body, Ling Juebi's fingers touched Luo Fan's wrist, and a spiritual force entered Luo Fan's body along his fingers, helping him to observe Luo Wen's body. familiar situation.

The more you observe, the more frightened you become. Luo Fan's injuries are so serious. Not to mention the damage to the meridians, even the soul has overflowed to a certain extent. In addition, there are so many silted medicinal powers in the body. If you don't come by yourself, Even if the cultivator on the opposite side didn't make a move, Luo Jian would collapse and die.

Luo Wen went so hard, and Ling Juebi was caught off guard by such a result. In fact, he was not incapable of stopping these monks from entering the palace, but it was very, very troublesome, so he chose Luo Fan.

However, Ling Juebi didn't completely trust Luo Fan. When he entered the main hall, he laid out a few formations. Once Luo Fan left or was defeated and retreated into the hall, those formations would block those monks and wake up Ling Juebi. Gain time, but then Ling Juebi's spellcasting will be interrupted.

Ling Juebi considered all the situations, but he didn't consider this one. Luo Wen really stopped many monks with his own power, and almost gave his life.

"It's really obedient..."

Ling Juebi stretched out his fingers to wipe away the blood bead between Luo Wen's eyebrows, but the blood seeped out again quickly, and there was a wound in such a fatal place, Luo Fan almost couldn't wait for him to come, Ling Juebi was no longer Knowing that it is better to say that Luo Yan is dead-hearted or stupid.

Luo Wen, who had fallen asleep, returned to a quiet look, as if the fierce appearance before was just an illusion, his eyes paused for a moment on Luo Fan's face, Ling Jubi picked up Luo Fan, turned and walked back to the hall.

Behind him, one after another monk fled around with pale faces, but they couldn't leave the corridor, they could only watch themselves explode and die. The blood mist that exploded was like a special firework. The two bid farewell.

Since he is his adopted son, how can he be bullied by others?

……

Ling Juebi put Luo Wen on the stone platform, and then began to input spiritual power towards the teleportation array in the center of the stone platform.

The blood outside the hall gathered under the stone platform through the traction of the formation. The originally dusty stone platform was like a pearl that had been wiped off the dust, and it bloomed again.The blood of so many monks formed a blood sacrifice, and finally opened the coffin hidden in the underground palace.

When the light of the formation was extremely bright, Ling Juebi picked up Luo Wen again and stepped into the teleportation formation. After the white light dissipated, the stone platform was still the same stone platform, but the people on the platform had disappeared.

The hall was silent again, there was no trace of blood on the floor, and all the corpses and traces of fighting disappeared. If it weren't for the traces of messy dust, the hall would be the same as it was before it was opened.