After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

He said he heard it.

 

He also said he didn’t hear it clearly and asked him to wait a moment and say it again in front of him.

 

Feng Xuan almost doubted that he had not heard clearly.

 

How shameless is Qi Zhuoyu?!

 

After regaining his senses, Feng Xuan remembered the nonsense he had said to Jing Du in a fit of anger.

 

In an instant, he almost dug out an undamaged version of the Sanqing Realm dream with his toes out of shame.

 

He regretted it.

 

Is Jing Du still there? Can he give him another spiritual power crit and send him directly to the grave?

 

Feng Xuan’s face turned red and white, changing back and forth.

 

Finally, a blush slowly spread from his neck to his ears.

 

“Senior Brother, don’t misunderstand. Actually, what I just said was all nonsense.”

 

“Nonsense?” Qi Zhuoyu looked at him, “Isn’t it true feelings in adversity, the words of a dying man are good?”

 

Feng Xuan: “…”

 

True feelings in adversity, when did their plastic Dao companion have true feelings?

 

Shouldn’t it be every man for himself when disaster strikes?

 

Also, Feng Xuan reacted, what the hell is the words of a dying man are good?

 

He was just threatened, but he wasn’t dead yet.

 

Damn Senior brother, you’re the one who’s dead, you’re the one who’s dead, hear that!

 

He didn’t know how much Qi Zhuoyu heard just now.

 

But looking at his reaction, he probably didn’t hear the part where Jing Du exposed his identity.

 

At this time, he had to thank the big devil for his narcissism and arrogance.

 

Did he just pick the part where he praised himself for being handsome?

 

The two of them talked as if no one else was there.

 

Until Jing Du, who was on the side, couldn’t bear it any longer, and said gloomily, “Excuse me, you two, if you want to flirt and scold, you can go to the underworld to do it, I’m still here and not dead yet.”

 

Only then did Qi Zhuoyu turn his head to notice him.

 

But he also used the kind of expression that looked at a dead person.

 

In the eyes of the big devil, there were only three kinds of people in the world.

 

People who were alive and people who were dead, and people who were covered by him.

 

Jing Du sneered, “I didn’t expect you to have some ability, to be able to escape from the water mirror.”

 

Qi Zhuoyu spoke up, “What kind of trash water mirror, it’s just something that can be shattered with a single sword.”

 

You really dare to say that the treasure of the Sanqing Realm is trash.

 

Feng Xuan couldn’t help but sweat, the big devil shouldn’t provoke others at this time.

 

After all, Jing Du’s dead wife hadn’t been resurrected yet, and now they had to watch the two of them, this plastic couple, flirting and scolding.

 

Thinking about it, it’s really a bit embarrassing, isn’t this killing the immortal and heart?

 

The two had just fought a battle before and already had old grievances.

 

Now a few words have added new hatred, and in a minute they would stop talking and directly fight again.

 

Watching various spiritual powers and various sparks with lightning intertwined.

 

Feng Xuan silently hugged Qi Zhuoyu’s neck tightly, thinking: Is there a possibility, Senior brother, you put me in a safe place first, and then fight?

 

It seemed to take time to notice Feng Xuan’s expression, Qi Zhuoyu laughed, “Don’t worry. Even if I fight with him while holding you, I won’t lose.”

 

Feng Xuan: This is not a question of whether you lose or not, this is a question of whether I will be accidentally injured and then die.

 

It’s really hard to communicate with a primary school chicken boy who wants to be strong all his life.

 

Feng Xuan could only hold Qi Zhuoyu’s neck tightly again, weak and innocent but cherishing his life, and honestly be a close-fitting pendant.

 

It was precisely because he was so close that he could smell a very choking smell of blood, which was very fresh.

 

Qi Zhuoyu’s body originally had the blood of those immortals in the Sanqing Realm, and the white clothes were dyed red, so when he was first held by the big devil, even if he smelled it, he didn’t care too much.

 

Until now, holding him tightly.

 

Only then could he see the new wound on his chin, as if it was cut by some sharp mirror piece.

 

Not only the chin, but also the neck and arms, almost all were wounds cut out, some of which were serious enough to see the bones, and they were still bleeding out.

 

Not to mention the body hidden under the blood clothes, it was unknown how many crisscrossed bloodstains he couldn’t see.

 

Feng Xuan stared at the wound on his shoulder and neck that was almost turned out for a few seconds.

 

In his mind, he could even imagine the scene of Qi Zhuoyu being injured.

 

The water mirror of the Sanqing Realm, which was extremely aggressive, was famous in the Three Realms.

 

How could it really be the trash magic weapon in the mouth of the big devil, looking at him hurt like this, I know that he has not suffered less in it.

 

It’s really a person who died and fell into the water, only the hard mouth floated up.

 

It won’t be a simple and rude direct shattering of the water mirror, right?

 

Feng Xuan’s hand holding his clothes tightened inexplicably. There was no need to rush out to find him, anyway, he couldn’t die in Jing Du’s hands for a while.

 

Probably this is the second time today.

 

Feng Xuan’s heart appeared that subtle feeling again, like a small thorn stabbing him.

 

The heart was stabbed sour and astringent, and there was a little swelling.

 

If I knew… I would have tried a little harder to improve my cultivation before.

 

****

 

Feng Xuan’s mood changes were very obvious, and Qi Zhuoyu caught it in an instant.

 

The original attack that was about to go up turned into a retreat, directly flashing past Jing Du’s attack.

 

“Are you scared?” Qi Zhuoyu landed on the ground.

 

Feng Xuan: Huh? Not really. I’ve been held by you and fought so many times, and now you’re asking if I’m scared?

 

Qi Zhuoyu “tsk” and tore open Feng Xuan’s small purse.

 

The colorful black mist of the nightmare beast drilled out of the purse and suddenly turned into a huge beast, carrying Feng Xuan on its back.

 

Jing Du saw him withdraw his hand and sneered, “It’s too late to be afraid now!”

 

As a result, Qi Zhuoyu ignored him at all, and put a ruthless word into loneliness.

 

Jing Du: “…”

 

Especially seeing the two of them talking in front of him as if no one else was there.

 

Jing Du’s heart was filled with rage, “Looking for death!”

 

Feng Xuan had just sat down on the nightmare beast, and the fight started again.

 

And he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion, why does it feel that this time it’s more brutal than before?

 

It might be because he was away from Qi Zhuoyu and sitting on the Nightmare Beast, observing Qi Zhuoyu’s fight from a third-person perspective.

 

Feng Xuan really began to realize that the big devil was really strong, extremely strong.

 

He killed the immortals of the Sanqing Realm and shattered the water mirror.

 

Now he can still fight with Jing Du evenly, is this a strength that a cultivator who has not yet ascended can have?

 

The Misty Immortal Mansion said that he was a cultivation genius that was hard to come by in a thousand years.

 

Feng Xuan felt that it might be more than that. With his terrifying talent and cultivation speed, perhaps there would not be another Qi Zhuoyu in ten thousand years.

 

This fight, it was unknown how long it lasted, until the Sanqing Realm dream began to collapse.

 

The ground was shaking and a little unstable, Feng Xuan quickly grabbed the Nightmare Beast, and at the same time, he seemed to sense something and looked up into the air.

 

The fragments of the Soul Lamp originally hidden in Jing Du’s arms, due to Qi Zhuoyu’s pressing step by step, were now a bit shaky.

 

Although Feng Xuan had descended to the mortal world to experience calamities, his primordial spirit remained unchanged and could still resonate with the fragments of the Soul Lamp.

 

He had a thought, stretched out his hands, and transformed a force of spiritual power.

 

The fragments of the Soul Lamp sensed it, immediately flew out of Jing Du’s arms, and fell into Feng Xuan’s hands.

 

Jing Du was suddenly furious, his eyes blood-red staring at Feng Xuan, and roared, “You dare to steal my Soul Lamp! Give it back to me!”

 

Hmm?

 

You say give it back and give it back, do you know what a rebel in the heavenly court is, this god is not.

 

Also, what is called stealing your Soul Lamp.

 

This Soul Lamp was originally his own natal lamp, okay, how can it be called stealing to take back his own things?

 

If it weren’t for the big devil still here, Feng Xuan would have to curse.

 

He raised his head and said, “Don’t be shameless, even if you repair the Soul Lamp, the little carp will not be with you when he wakes up. Because he shouldn’t be with you at all, he is the immortal fate of the South Sea War God Buting Huyu. If it weren’t for you to intervene, they would have succeeded in experiencing the calamity a long time ago!”

 

Yes, this was also what Feng Xuan suddenly remembered.

 

He said why he felt strangely familiar when he first saw the little black snake, and always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

 

Just when he got the Soul Lamp, Feng Xuan finally remembered.

 

He didn’t see it, he heard it from Siming Xingjun.

 

The young war god of the South Sea, Buting Huyu, once traveled in the lower realm, accidentally entered the demon realm, lost all his Mana and turned into his original form, and was later saved by a carp spirit of the demon race.

 

Feng Xuan was still thinking about this little carp who loved to pick up trash, why does he save anything at home.

 

The carp spirit was beaten off half of its tail by the little demon of the same race in order to save him, and since then it could no longer ask the way to cultivate immortality.

 

Buting Huyu had descended to the mortal world to experience calamities as early as a hundred years ago, in order to repay this cause and effect.

 

As a result, didn’t expect that Jing Du would intervene halfway through, and directly ruined this immortal fate.

 

No wonder the South Sea Guixu suddenly turned from a vast ocean into a desolate desert a hundred years ago, because Buting Huyu failed in the calamity, and his soul was forever trapped in the Soul Lamp.

 

And this also made sense why the big devil would come to Guixu Country to do something like catching demons, which was completely inconsistent with his good deeds.

 

Where was he here to catch demons, he probably didn’t know where to learn that Buting Huyu’s soul was trapped in the South Sea, he was going to take his godhood.

 

If a mortal cultivates immortality, he can ascend to the Sanqing Realm at most.

 

If you want to go further and ascend to become a god, you need the godhood of a god.

 

But the gods do not easily fall, and godhood is hard to find.

 

There was one in the South Sea.

 

…how to say, it can only be said that this result really does not surprise Feng Xuan.jpg

 

After all, Qi Zhuoyu was such a scroll king careerist madman, everything related to cultivation and ascension, he dared to try.

 

And it was the kind of typical villain thinking that if one could take shortcuts, one would never practice honestly. Otherwise, how could he use the ancient forbidden technique of extracting emotional threads to cultivate the ruthless path for faster power.

 

Qi Zhuoyu, really a ruthless person.

 

Jing Du was so angry that he was short of breath, and the Soul Lamp was taken away, so he was distracted for a moment.

 

It was this brief, less than a second distraction, that Qi Zhuoyu caught the flaw.

 

In mid-air, layers of black clouds pressed down, almost suffocating.

 

In the heavy cloud layer that seemed like a mountain, one could vaguely see the purple thunder that was brewing.

 

The Sanqing Real dream finally began to shatter under this almost terrifying pressure.

 

Countless dense thunder and lightning intertwined in the clouds to form a terrifying giant net, like a doomsday thunder tribulation, it fell from top to bottom, transforming into a wicked long sword.

 

Feng Xuan took a sneak peek, and at this time he realized that the big devil seemed to be really exhausted.

 

He said that there was no such thing as a person’s spiritual power and cultivation that was inexhaustible. Usually when fighting with some monsters, Qi Zhuoyu just used thunder to mess up, and now even the Huaying Sword was in his hand.

 

Qi Zhuoyu was really moving.

 

The Huaying Sword suddenly surged in spiritual power, and Qi Zhuoyu swung out a sword strike, and in an instant, he hit Jing Du.

 

Suddenly, the sky-covering thunder illuminated the gloomy ground as if it were daylight, thus Feng Xuan couldn’t open his eyes.

 

In the violent shaking where the world was about to collapse.

 

The Sanqing Realm dream was completely shattered.

 

When he came back to my senses, Feng Xuan was already sitting on the Nightmare Beast and landed safely, and the surroundings were still the familiar scenes.

 

It was before he entered the fragments of the Soul Lamp, the oasis where he and the big devil had rested.

 

Qi Zhuoyu quickly came out of the fragments, and when he landed, his figure staggered slightly.

 

Jing Du was miserable, being struck by such a big thunder, his whole body was almost scorched, and he directly smashed into the ground, smashing a huge pit in the desert, right next to the dried-up water pit of the previous oasis.

 

A sandstorm several feet high was raised.

 

When he smashed into the ground, he was still conscious, his eyes were full of blood, and they were red with blood.