The boy in his arms closed his eyes, but his fingers never let go.

The man in white did not respond to his murmur. As he was about to leave, his eyes turned cold and his long sleeves raised. The sword in his hand was like a gust of wind. He penetrated straight into the darkness of the woods, and screamed.

The demon cultivators were afraid that the two of them would run away, so they could not explain to the left guardian, so they sent someone to monitor them.

But unexpectedly, I was discovered.

After getting rid of the demon cultivator who was secretly surveillance, the man in white coughed a few times, and his lips lost a little blood. The long sword flew back from the woods, and was trampled under his feet as a flying magic weapon, and drove quickly towards the distance.

On the other side, Shang Qing, the left guardian of the Demon Realm, was walking on another path, with a leisurely and indifferent expression.

Although Ni Yunchu was a little talented, he was still there and now he was just a foundation-building cultivation. If so many Jindan monks and foundation-building monks could not take him down, there would be no need to keep those wastes.

Thinking very irresponsibly, Shang Qing slapped open the big tree blocking the road in front of him and walked out of the winding path. His eyes suddenly became clear, and there was a huge cliff in front of the empty platform.

There are obvious traces of people who have been here for a long time. I saw sword marks of all sizes on the wide cliff walls. The traces were deep, and the sword energy that still existed makes people feel awe-inspiring.

As Shang Qing looked at it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curse, but there was endless coldness and murderous aura in his eyes.

Now, are there still people practicing Tianshan Sword Technique?

Anyone dares to practice Tianshan sword technique?

He walked forward, his hands touched the cliff with distinct joints. The force was very light, as gentle as if he was stroking his lover's skin, but with his movements, the earth suddenly shook and the gravel cracked.

Distant memories gradually revived.

At that time, the little child first entered the immortal gate and accidentally entered the back mountain. He saw the amazing sword there and also the unforgettable figure of his life. When he walked towards him in a cold manner, he thought he had seen the legendary immortal.

That was Mu Yun, the great disciple of the sect leader and the peerless genius of Miaozhen Sect.

It's also about to be...his senior brother.

Everyone says that this chief senior brother practices Tianshan sword technique. If he doesn't draw a sword, he will be thunderous. He is born for the sword and is reincarnated by an immortal.

That was a figure that everyone looked up to.

But only he knew that the man would touch his head when he was pretending to be afraid, and would look at the little birds in the mountains and show gentle and careful eyes.

That was his senior brother.

The best senior brother in the world.

Later, he died.

The whole world was instantly subverted.

Everyone knows that the Demon Lord hates those who practice Tianshan sword technique, but no one knows the reason for this.

In this world, besides his senior brother, who else is worthy of practicing this sword technique?

Shang Qing suddenly lost all his mood and felt that everything was boring. He walked away, and behind him was the roar of the cliff completely cracking.

The gravel splashed without hurting him at all.

The subordinates who heard the sound lowered their heads and reported the sudden situation, fearingly. They did not complete the task, although there were external reasons, but also their own arrogance.

And this guardian is not a kind person...

Shang Qing did not show an angry look. Instead, he smiled gently: "Oh, is that right? Who said that Ni Yunchu is the only one who lives in the Ni family?"

No one dares to answer, but no one dares not answer.

Under strong pressure, someone thumped on the ground: "Yes, you're subordinate..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

He fell to the ground and did not move, only blood slowly spreading - he was dead.

Death is silent, and death is terrifying.

And Shang Qing didn't even move his fingers.

Is this the power of the Nascent Soul? In just a moment, you can kill a Jindan monk? Everyone was frightened and knelt down and beg for mercy, without any unnecessary delusions.

Shang Qing unexpectedly did not make things difficult for them, but continued to ask: "Can the identity of the man in white be verified?"

Someone took a step forward, lowered his eyebrows and replied, "Return to the guardian, my subordinates ordered people to check carefully. There was indeed nothing missing in the Ni family, except for Ni Yunjiao, the eldest son of Ni family."

The cold night is terrifying, and the evening breeze blows up Shang Qing's long hair, and the hair dances lightly, reflecting that he looks like a monster reborn.

"Is it him, is he practicing the Tianshan sword technique?" A broken leaf was zipping up with his fingertips. Shang Qing looked at it as if he was looking at the supreme treasure, but the next moment he crushed it mercilessly, "Let me meet him."

When Ni Yunchu woke up, it was noon the next day, and he felt that spiritual liquid was slowly poured into his mouth.

The hand holding Ni Yunchu's jaw was strong but not rough, and it showed indescribable neatness.

Ni Yunchu felt the spiritual power flowing again in the dry meridians, and the fatigue seemed to be gradually dissipating. He reluctantly regained his mind, opened his eyes, and faced a pair of cold eyes as cold as snow.

Even when he woke up, there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

The stunning sword from last night was still wielding away in my mind. It was a realm that he had not yet reached. Ni Yunchu had countless doubts in his heart, and his tone slightly raised: "Brother?"

Everyone knows that Ni Yunchu, the youngest son of the Ni family, is genius and premature and has an unlimited future. However, few people know that he also has a relative brother, Ni Yunjiao, who is talented and has good fortune in the deep courtyard and is not valued by the tribe. Even Ni Yunchu himself rarely sees this elder brother.

Ni Yunjiao is a false spiritual root, which almost eliminates his path. Since ancient times, those with false spiritual roots have stopped at foundation building at most. Even so, they are still missing one of them.

But now, Ni Yunjiao's strength is at least as strong as the Golden Pill.

Is the person in front of me really his brother?

Ni Yunjiao seemed to think he was frightened by the tragic scene of Ni's mansion last night. Although his expression was still cold, he still stretched out a hand and pressed it on Ni Yunchu's head.

He is very skilled in movements and seems to have done it many times.

"Don't be afraid," he paused, and he added, "I'm here."

The simple four words melted Ni Yunchu's alert in an instant. His eyes were a little sour and he was quickly suppressed and refused to reveal it.

"Brother," Ni Yunchu no longer tried, but asked his doubts openly, "Your..."

After a pause, Ni Yunchu's expression suddenly became shocked.

In his perception, Ni Yunjiao's realm could not be seen through, and soon fell to the foundation building, and then fell to the Qi refining, and it was still falling down layer by layer.

There was blood on the corner of Ni Yunjiao's mouth, reflecting his plain white face, which was shocking.

Instead of looking at the boy on the bed, he turned around and went out of the door, meditated on the ground outside the door, suppressing the aura that was causing chaos in the meridians.

Ni Yunchu was anxious and sat up. Only then did he notice that he was still holding a corner of his clothes in his hand, unadorned and spotlessly white.

He was stunned and lowered his eyes.

From refining qi to building foundation, and then from building foundation to refining qi.

As he went back and forth, the pain of the torn meridians did not make Ni Yunjiao frown slightly, but the figure who appeared in front of the door made his brow frown slightly.

The little boy didn't say a word, pressed his hand against his back, and used his remaining spiritual power to sort out him out.

Ni Yunjiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not refuse.

In the current situation, there is no more burden.

After several hours passed, Ni Yunjiao finally suppressed the turbulent spiritual energy in his body, and his cultivation was barely maintained in the late stage of Qi refining.

His face was so white that it was almost transparent that it seemed to dissipate at any time in the sun.

Ni Yunchu looked straight at him: "Brother took the ninth level pill?"

The ninth-level pill is a pill that can temporarily increase the level of cultivators, but it is not popular among cultivators because its side effects are too great. After use, it will cause irreversible damage to the cultivators' meridians, and in more serious cases, it will even explode and die.

Seeing the man in front of him lowering his eyes like accusation, Ni Yunchu was stunned and pinched his fingers into his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

If you can be promoted to the golden elixir, then your elder brother must have built a foundation? But he retreated to refine Qi, which only shows that your elder brother hurriedly surrendered the ninth level pill before he completely stabilized his realm...

From then on, the meridians were damaged and the road was hopeless.

This is a fatal blow to any monk, not to mention that Ni Yunjiao built a foundation under extremely unlikely circumstances, so it is not easy!

There was tears and hatred in Ni Yunchu's eyes.

The hatred of extermination could not make him cry, but his brother's situation made him unwilling to accept it.

The way of heaven is really so ruthless, treating all things as ants, and still the demon cultivators are rampant?

The hand was caught.

Ni Yunchu looked up in a daze and saw the man in front of him lowering his eyes and spreading his palms open. His expression was not desperate or sad. The wind was as calm as if this was just a trivial thing.

After stopping Ni Yunchu from hurting him, Ni Yunjiao turned his back, pressed one hand on the sword and the other hand behind him.

The wind blew up his clothes, and a corner of his cuff was cut off to make his younger brother feel at ease.

Ni Yunjiao's voice is cold, but it has a powerful force that makes people rely on trust.

"The heart is still there, and the Tao is endless."

"A monk will go against the heavens and change his destiny, and will do what ordinary people cannot do."

"Achu, you have to remember this."

The author has something to say: highlight the key points: not brothers.

Set a flag: tomorrow's update.

Well, I actually don’t believe it too much... I lie down silently.

Happy June 1st, little cuties~

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Thank you Youyouzimo and the mines that look like me

Thank you Mu Zheng for your grenade
Chapter completed!