Chapter 915 Brother

Tu Shanjun was speechless.

Take a step forward.

Blocked in front of Yang Wu.

He stared coldly at Luo Manping not far away.

Luo Manping's expression changed slightly.

He had already felt the hostility from the red-haired two-horned ghost saint.

The invisible murderous aura seems to be turning into reality.

If he had just met Tu Shanjun, he only thought that the monk in front of him was an ordinary ghost saint, who had gone far on the path of life and death and had his own unique and achievable understanding. Looking back now, this person may not only be a profound ghost saint, but his strength cannot be underestimated.

He asked seriously at the same time: "What does this mean, fellow Taoist?"

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "When I was the king, I made a rule that if I die, there is no need to respect my children."

"Because I know they will never honor my heir as king."

"A weak king cannot control all directions."

Luo Manping said solemnly: "Although the young master is young, he is orthodox and has an undefeated Shura Taoist body. With the support of us and the followers of the leader, he will definitely be able to give full play to his strength, complete this dangerous road, and completely transform. Become a leader, or even surpass a leader!”

"In that case, who will be the regent?"

"Regent?"

"good."

"Young master, the country is suspicious. It is time for a monk with both talents and intelligence to step forward and complete the national policy on your behalf, lay the foundation of the dynasty, make the four directions stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment."

Tu Shanjun opened his mouth to explain the role of the regent, but his eyes were just cold.

"It's you?"

Tu Shanjun pointed to Luo Qi who was kneeling aside.

Luo Qi panicked and fell to the side, shaking her head repeatedly.

"still you."

He pointed at Luo Manping.

Said: "The power of Shura's Ten Dharma, the Great Saint Luo Manping."

"Or, it's the person behind you."

Tushanjun put down his finger.

Luo Manping said: "No one wants to be the regent. When the young master grows up, the Shura clan will still want the young master to preside over it."

"What we are doing now is not only to welcome back the young master and settle down the world, but also to save the young master's life and continue the bloodline of the leader."

When he said this, Luo Manping's eyes were full of sincerity and sadness.

He obviously did not expect that the leader would die, and all they could do was try to save the young master.

Tu Shanjun stared at the two people, disgust appearing in his eyes: "You should not involve an innocent child."

"If we don't protect him, no one will protect him."

"He will die."

"The murderer who killed the leader will be eradicated, and he will..."

"Why?"

"Because he is the only son of the leader."

"Is he really?"

Luo Manping's pupils narrowed slightly and his eyelids sank.

Surrounded by the aura of spiritual intelligence, the great sage's power was as powerful as the wrath of heaven.

He stared hard at the two-horned ghost king standing next to the young man. His murderous aura instantly turned into substance and merged into his spirit. He asked coldly: "Who are you?!"

The space seems to have stopped.

Yangwu didn't move.

Luo Qi also seemed to be frozen by ice and snow.

"answer my question."

"Is he really?"

"yes!"

"lie!"

Tushanjun was furious.

He had used spells but could not find the same origin from Yang Wu's body, which meant that Yang Wu's sister was not his biological sister at all.

She wasn't his biological sister, so he couldn't use his magical powers to search for her. Otherwise, why bother to go through so much trouble to find her one by one and search for her soul one by one.

If Yang Wu is really a member of the Shura tribe.

Then he should have some blood relationship with this person.

Luo Manping, the great saint of the Shura tribe, could not be a member of the Shura tribe.

Then who isn't?

The answer is obvious.

Yang Wu is not a Shura tribesman at all.

He is not the only son of the leader at all.

Compared to Yang Wu, Yang Wu's sister is more suitable. Not only does she have the blood of the Shura clan, but she also has the protection of an expert. She seems to be in danger along the way, but in fact, all dangers are turned into good fortune.

Tu Shanjun even suspected that Yangwu's sister was kidnapped. It was originally a play directed and performed by the Shura people.

In this drama, only one innocent child died.

No.

Or maybe two.

Tu Shanjun's iceberg-like face turned into blue-gray color, and he said sternly: "Where is this child's sister?"

Luo Manping's expression changed: "What are fellow Taoists talking about."

"The leader has only one son."

"Young Master, how can you have a sister?"

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly in disappointment and said, "How long can you keep pretending to hide your bloodline in front of a blood monk?"

He sneered and continued: "I didn't find any bloodline related to the Shura clan from this child."

Luo Manping's expression darkened.

He really didn't expect this life and death monk to have such vision.

Perhaps the moment they appeared, the two-horned ghost king had completely understood their purpose.

Luo Manping didn't know the origin of the two-horned ghost king, nor did he know which side he belonged to. Logically speaking, a ghost saint couldn't be so unknown.

This person's conduct is not low.

But it was like jumping out of the cracks in the rocks.

‘Looking at his clothes and speech, he looks like a monk from the Five Heavens. ’

Luo Manping did not continue to speculate on the origin of the opponent's heels.

"Fellow Taoist, you are too arrogant."

He didn't need to know the origin of this person. Since this person saw their problem, he would completely wipe this person out here. Anyway, this matter was originally their impromptu idea to find a substitute for the young master and bear all the risks that the young master should bear.

It would be a good thing if there was no ghost saint of the way of life and death.

The murderous intention was condensed in a line.

Tu Shanjun was calm and composed.

Of course, he knew how powerful Luo Manping was, and he knew that the other party's words that he needed a master of the way of life and death to help Yang Wu rebuild his body were also false. They just wanted to know who was standing behind Yang Wu.

When they knew it clearly, Yang Wu would no longer be mysterious in their eyes.

It's better to say that Yang Wu is the person who best fits their plan.

The saint was angry and the sky changed instantly.

Luo Manping stepped forward.

The white clothes were whiter than snow, and the tall body was now standing upright. The earth-shaking murderous aura completely locked the entire space, as if the whole world had fallen into Luo Manping's hands.

After he took a step forward, his body gave birth to a third eye, and the boundless blood light was like a raging sea.

Tushanjun glanced in all directions.

The Dao pattern locked the space and did not give him the opportunity to tear open the domain barrier and leave.

The blood-colored power filled the Dao method.

The shadow trembled, and the rising ripples bloomed blood-colored flowers. The tall monk who walked out of the flowers was bathed in the secrets of heaven.

Tushanjun sneered: "The Shura Blood Method is so profound, how could you need me to help you?"

Luo Manping said: "It was not for you to help us."

"I didn't expect you to hide beside him."

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Tushanjun turned around and looked at Yang Wu, then turned back to look at Luo Manping, and said calmly: "I only kept my promise to come to find his sister. Since his sister has been replaced by you, you should tell me the whereabouts of his sister, so that I can die with a clear mind."

Tushanjun knew that he was not this man's opponent.

This is the gap in realm.

And the Yaksha monk's mana is almost gone.

He wanted to fight a great saint with the power of an early stage of transformation, which was simply a fantasy.

Luo Manping looked strange, he really couldn't understand the thoughts of the ghost saint in front of him.

However, since that was the case, he should tell the truth, so he said: "There is no such person at all. He was originally an orphan we arranged to adopt to cover up the truth. He doesn't have any sister at all."

"Isn't that the one who left just now?"

Luo Manping said with a serious face: "You should know that he is not worthy of being that person's brother if you guess the truth."

"You mean."

"That person is not his sister."

"No."

Luo Manping answered firmly.

"Very good, I am very glad that I don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Hearing the words of the ghost saint, Luo Manping narrowed his eyes.

Tu Shanjun said: "She is not, I will take him to continue searching."

"Neither you nor he can leave."

"Not necessarily."

"It seems that fellow Daoist is very confident in his own strength."

"No."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly and continued: "You forgot where this place is."

"This is the Gandharva tribe."

"Although the Gandharva tribe is slightly weaker than the Shura tribe, it is also one of the big tribes. I only need to expose her identity, and none of you can leave, and she can't survive."

Luo Manping's expression finally changed: "Fellow Daoist is too despicable."

"Using an innocent child as the capital for your own survival."

Tu Shanjun said lightly: "I am not as good as you. You really killed an innocent child, and you continue to deceive him."

"I don't believe it."

"You can try."

Luo Manping hesitated for a long time and finally didn't dare to try.

He dispersed his murderous intent and took a half step back.

At the same time.

The wind blew again, and the clouds flew again.

Luo Manping looked at Tu Shanjun calmly, then glanced at Luo Qi and said, "Go back, gather the troops, and ask the guardian elder to come."

Luo Qi was stunned.

"Go."

"Okay!"

Luo Qi stood up without hesitation.

"Wait."

Seeing Tu Shanjun speaking, Luo Manping said, "It may be too late for you to beg for mercy now."

"Not too late."

As Tu Shanjun finished speaking, he looked at Yang Wu beside him and said, "You should have known the truth, right?"

Luo Manping's expression froze, and then relaxed.

It didn't matter whether the child knew or not.

The only thing he cared about was that the Ghost Saint didn't know what Taoist method he used to hide his Dharma eyes from the child and let the child hear their conversation. No wonder the Ghost Saint said that.

Yang Wu lowered his head and responded in a low voice, "I know."

He heard the words of the two saints clearly and understood his own life experience.

He was not the young master of the Shura clan at all, he was just an unknown kid.

Yang Wu smiled bitterly. He said that he wanted to go back not only to avenge his parents whom he had never met, but also because he was convinced of his extraordinaryness after suddenly knowing his important identity.

He is a prince, the young master of the Shura clan, and the heir of the undefeated Shura Dao body.

He is extraordinary.

Yang Wu thought so.

However, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

He is just an ordinary kid.

He has no Dao body, no parents, and is not a prince or a young master.

Now his heart is full of loss and bitterness.

Even his nose is sour.

Yang Wu suddenly looked up at Luo Manping.

He said, "I'll go with you."

"If I wasn't special, you wouldn't have chosen me."

Yang Wu's words surprised Luo Manping.

It also surprised Tu Shanjun beside him.

Luo Qi stopped and looked at Yang Wu in surprise.

"Please let the adults go."

"He is a passing hero. If it weren't for my pleading, he wouldn't have gotten involved."

Luo Manping said, "It doesn't matter who we choose."

Yang Wu said, "It's different."

"I'm her brother. I want to protect her."

Yang Wu smiled brightly and said, "My lord, I owe you this life first. You go first."

Second update, late.