Although Ben Ming is still alive, this senior brother can also see that his strange condition is the same as Ben Heng's, and his death is only a matter of time.
Hearing that Ben Ming wanted to give him a pleasure himself, the senior brother naturally didn't want to agree at first. But if Ben Ming is allowed to persist, he will only suffer more pain in the end. He had no choice but to endure his grief and let Ben Ming get relief in advance.
But just as he vowed to avenge Ben Ming, a voice came from behind. This familiar voice made him hate him to the core of his bones.
"You evil thief, you are so courageous! I will kill you!" The senior brother felt grief in his heart when he thought of the two junior brothers who were killed one after another. He could no longer bear the anger. He dipped the tip of his pen in ink, pulled out an ink blade from his waist, and swung it behind him: "There is no sharp weapon in the Tao, but ink is the edge! Ink blade! Cut!"
The person who made the taunting remarks behind his back was none other than Lang Yun! If it had been before, Lang Yun would have been embarrassed to avoid this attack. But now, he pulled out a blood shield from the palm of his hand with one fingertip. Then he blocked the blood shield forward and stopped it directly in front of the ink blade.
This ink blade was so majestic that it caused a buzz in the forest the moment it appeared! Moreover, it moved very quickly. As soon as Lang Yun set up his defense, he was struck by the ink blade and collided with the blood shield with a sizzling sound.
This ink blade was so powerful that it caused the wolf to retreat repeatedly. He staggered a few steps until he hit the black bamboo forest behind him, and finally stopped. And the blood shield in his hand couldn't hold up, and instantly disintegrated.
"Uh..." Lang Yun grunted when he felt the pain, and then he frowned slightly and said to himself: "It seems that this Black Bamboo Essence... is still not enough!"
Seeing that Lang Yun was about to take a blow from him, the senior brother secretly cursed for not overestimating his own abilities and tried to use more strength in his hands! But what surprised him was that the man opposite him was only knocked back by his blow, and he didn't suffer any damage at all!
"Damn it! You evil thief! Give my junior brother his life!" Seeing that his attack failed, the senior brother tried to attack again.
"Stop! Don't be unreasonable, you Taiyi Pavilion! What do you mean by repaying your junior brothers' lives? What do their deaths have to do with me?" Lang Yun originally thought that with his increased strength, he could become this person's opponent, but he didn't expect that he would take the responsibility. The next move will be so difficult. Especially now that he couldn't use his blood shield, he was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.
"Despicable person, you still dare to quibble! If not you, who else could it be?" How could this senior brother listen to his words? He twisted his wrist and was about to attack again.
"You...if you take action against me...your three junior brothers will not be able to protect themselves!"
"What! What did you do to them?"
"I'm not a god. Even if I want to do something to them, I can't do anything! What I mean is that if your three junior brothers encounter the same situation, maybe I am the only one who can save them!"
"You...you said you had a way?" The senior brother's eyes turned redder when he heard this, "If you had a way, why didn't you tell me earlier! I...I'll kill you!"
"Think about your three junior brothers!" Lang Yun reminded hurriedly.
"Damn it..." The senior brother suppressed his anger and did not take action, but as a precaution, he tied the pen tip around his hand, tied up the wolf, and then kicked him in the back: "If there is anything wrong with my junior brother, , I...will never forgive you!"
After saying that, the senior brother dragged the wolf back and returned to the place he left before long.
"Senior brother, you're back... I knew he was..." Several junior brothers saw something gloomy in their hearts, but they couldn't help but ask.
The senior brother didn't speak, just shook his head, and then threw the wolf behind him in front of him.
"Senior brother... this... this senior is..." Several disciples looked at the wolf in front of them and asked in confusion.
Although Lang Yun had absorbed hundreds of years of cultivation from the Black Bamboo Essence, the restoration of his appearance was not that simple, so he still maintained his old appearance and was not recognized by several disciples.
"What kind of senior is this evil thief! His appearance is probably due to the backlash of evil magic..." The senior brother explained concisely and concisely.
At first, they were quite surprised to hear that this person was an evil thief. When they heard that this person was being reviled, they felt even more gloating. But when they heard that this person was most likely the murderer of Ben Ming and Ben Heng, several people suddenly became angry and rushed forward to punch and kick Lang Yun.
"What are you doing? Ouch! I told you that those two guys were not harmed by me!" The wolf was rolling on the ground while wailing.
"That's enough! Don't rush to take action yet!" Although the senior brother was extremely reluctant, he still stopped in front of Lang Yun. "This matter is indeed subject to discussion... Let's see if you feel anything unusual first?"
The three disciples stopped reluctantly, and after a moment they said, "Come back, senior brother, we are fine!"
"It's okay..." The senior brother breathed a sigh of relief, "I know you are dissatisfied, but we have no right to make a decision on this matter. We should...bring him to senior brother!"
"Yes, senior brother!" The three of them looked at each other and felt that what the senior brother said was right, so they also pulled the wolf up from the ground one by one.
Lang Yun was picked up by someone and turned around to escape. The remaining disciple, with quick eyesight and quick hands, put a hand on his shoulder and locked him, blocking his retreat again.
"You evil thief! Trying to make a useless struggle!" The three men held Lang Yun down from three directions and said viciously.
"It's wrong, it's wrong! I just lay down for too long and stood up to stretch my muscles..." Lang Yun grinned, and then inadvertently hid a sharp bamboo leaf in his cuff.
A few people were walking forward, but the three disciples suddenly felt itchy on their hands, and they couldn't help but stretched out their hands to scratch. However, what followed was a burst of bone-piercing pain, which made them curl up involuntarily. Prawns.
"Junior brother?" The senior brother turned around when he heard the exclamations of several people. When he saw the abnormal conditions of several people, he was also panicked and began to check on several people. They all had an inconspicuous slender wound on their hands, and the same black hair that was on Ben Ming and Ben Heng began to grow on these wounds.
"What...what's going on...where did this wound come from?" The senior brother's face turned pale, his ears were buzzing, and his voice was trembling.
"Senior brother... Why is this wound so itchy? Hahaha... I can't bear it anymore hahaha..." The expressions of several Taiyi Pavilion disciples were the same as that of Ben Ming, which made the senior brother's face even more sad.
"You bastard! What the hell is going on?" He turned around, grabbed Lang Yun's clothes tightly, and said hysterically.
Lang Yun tilted his head, gestured to his tied hands, and sneered: "Who am I asking? Look at me like this, even if you want to put the blame on me, there must be a limit, right?"
The senior brother bit his lip and finally let go of his hands with bulging veins on Lang Yun's clothes, but his eyebrows were already locked together: "You said before that you have a way... Are you true?"
"Believe it or not..." Lang Yun shrugged his shoulders, assuming an indifferent attitude.
"Damn it..." The senior brother was furious when he saw this man's attitude, but because the lives of several disciples were at stake, he had no choice but to believe him for once, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Hey, don't worry, I swear I will never force you to do anything embarrassing!" Lang Yun's eyes flashed sinisterly, and then he chuckled: "It's just that it's inconvenient for me to be like this now..."
"Okay...I'll let you go now, and I hope you won't go back on your promise! Otherwise! I guarantee that you won't be able to walk out of this black bamboo forest alive!" The senior brother said through gritted teeth, the muscles on his face trembling.
"That's natural, that's natural..." Lang Yun raised his arms and chuckled: "Then... thank you for your hard work, my dear..."
This senior brother always felt that something was wrong, but at this time, the lives of several disciples were at stake, and he really couldn't care so much. He directly grabbed Lang Yun's wrist with one hand and unlocked Taiyi Pavilion's binding method.
Lang Yun's hands were finally free, and he was twisting his wrists while slowly circling the three disciples to look at them.
Seeing that the wolf had been turning around for a long time without moving, the senior brother also lost confidence and urged: "You evil thief, if you don't take action quickly, why are you waiting?"
When Lang Yun heard this, he just counted with his fingers, and then said to himself: "It should be almost time..."
"Time...what time?"
I saw Lang Yun flicking his index and middle fingers, and then shot a bamboo leaf at the feet of this senior brother, and then laughed and said: "Of course... it's your time..."
Before the senior brother could understand what Lang Yun meant, he felt an itching sensation on his hand.
He looked down and saw a delicate wound on the back of his hand. This wound was actually the same as those of those disciples.
The culprit that caused the itching was the piece of black velvet that appeared on the wound that he least wanted to see.
He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo leaves at his feet, and then at the wounds on his hands. He suddenly understood, and said with a gloomy face: "The one who killed Ben Heng and Ben Ming... is indeed you, the evil thief! You... how dare you Lied to me!"
Hearing this, Lang Yun's eyes became more sinister, and he smiled evilly: "Brother... I'm wronged! How could I lie to you? I just left a wound on your body! This will hurt your lives, but this Black Bamboo Poisonous catkins! Hahaha..."
The itching feeling on the back of this senior brother's hand became more and more intense, but he couldn't laugh out loud no matter what.
He frowned and used Mo Yue without hesitation to cut off his palm.
In order to prevent the wound from producing black lint, the senior brother covered the wound with the ink from the ink sac, and then he looked at the stunned Lang Yun, sweating profusely and panting, with a look of determination on his face.
"Evil thief! Since you want me to die, I will drag you with me!"
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