Chapter 312 Brother, Let Go, I Am Your Junior Fellow Apprentice!

"What?"

Hearing Luoxue's words, the pupils of Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenjun suddenly shrank.

Chang'an City lacks saint guard dogs.

This sentence is like a club hitting them hard in the depths of their minds, making them tremble all over and their scalps explode.

This is a naked humiliation. Letting them be dogs is a thousand times more painful than killing them.

At this moment, Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenren finally understood why Luoxue wanted to capture them alive. It turned out that he wanted to use them as dogs.

In an instant, the anger in their hearts burned again. This Qin Dynasty foolish emperor was too much.

Even if they are not strong, they are still saints. They have the dignity and pride of saints. How can they become running dogs of others?

And in front of so many Ziwei Fairy Palace disciples, once they agree, then their dignity as the supreme elders will be completely gone.

It can be said that it was a disgrace. Even if he survived by chance, how could he have the face to return to Ziwei Fairy Palace?

"The choice depends on your performance." Luo Xue's voice was cold and unquestionable.

As she spoke.

She grabbed the spear of the imperial weapon on the ground with her bare hands and took it directly.

This spear of the imperial weapon has finally reached the level of an imperial weapon. Even if it is severely damaged, it still has terrifying destructive power.

The only pity is that half of the power of this imperial weapon has been divided, and it is far less powerful than when it was at its peak.

However, this imperial weapon is the original body. As long as it is nurtured, it can return to its peak.

And if it is refined with some top-grade materials, it may be able to take this imperial weapon to a higher level.

Luoxue stroked it gently for a few times, with appreciation in her eyes: "Give it to the master as a gift, the master should like it..."

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and there was a trace of admiration in her eyes, as if she thought of the scene after she got this treasure and presented it to her master.

I will definitely get a lot of rewards, right?

Luoxue's face was slightly red, and I don't know what she thought of.

But soon, her expression became cold, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes. Her eyes slowly turned and fell on the Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenren.

"Submit or die!" Luoxue said coldly.

Ziwei Zhenjun and Zixiao Zhenjun looked at each other, and they both read the hesitation in each other's eyes.

On the one hand, the Tao is destroyed and the body is gone, and thousands of years of cultivation vanishes into smoke, and on the other hand, it is to be a dog for others, losing the dignity of a saint or even a human being.

How to choose?

The death of Ziyang Zhenren was still vivid in their minds. Who knew if they would be the next to die? Moreover, in this situation, they had no time to think about it.

His thoughts turned slightly.

Ziwei Zhenren suddenly stood up and bowed to the imperial edict, "I...choose to be...submit..."

His voice was extremely respectful, with a faint sense of humiliation, but at this moment, his life was at stake, and he had no choice but to bow his head.

As for the majesty of the saint, that was not important.

Saving one's life was a victory.

Only by staying alive could he possibly get back the account.

"You..."

Hearing this, Zixiao Zhenjun's eyes suddenly burst with monstrous hatred, staring at Ziwei Zhenren, gritting his teeth, wishing to tear Ziwei Zhenren into pieces immediately.

"Senior Brother."

Ziwei Zhenren called out to Zixiao Zhenjun softly, signaling him to calm down. The most important thing now was to save his life.

He was really scared. Luoxue didn't play by the rules at all. Who knew what else she would do.

Pretend to agree first and save your life.

True Lord Zixiao didn't think so at all. He snorted coldly. Even if he died here today, he would never agree to such an outrageous request!

With this in mind, True Lord Zixiao was ready to self-destruct.

It was going to be a death anyway, so he might as well take someone with him.

A monstrous evil spirit swept across the world.

True Lord Zixiao's eyes flashed a fierce look. He was willing to abandon this broken body and drag True Lord Ziwei to be buried with him.

That's right, his target was not Luoxue, nor the other female saints.

But True Lord Ziwei, who had just called him senior brother!

Anyway, he was ready to die. Before he died, he had to destroy True Lord Ziwei, who had ruined the family and reduced the reputation of Ziwei Palace.

Moreover, True Lord Zixiao knew very well that with his current strength, even if he exposed himself, it would be difficult to hurt Luoxue and others.

Even in his prime, he might not be able to do it, so he could only settle for the next best thing.

True Lord Zixiao raised his head, turned around, and stared at True Lord Ziwei, his eyes full of determination.

True Lord Ziwei hadn't figured out what True Lord Zixiao wanted to do, when he suddenly stood up and hugged his waist tightly.

This scene was like a delicate wife, with a very ambiguous posture.

True Lord Ziwei: "???"

This sudden change shocked him.

What's going on?

He was tightly hugged by True Lord Zixiao, and he couldn't break free at all, let alone resist.

And there was a huge force that was so suffocating that it came from True Lord Zixiao's body and hit him directly.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

True Lord Ziwei was confused, and couldn't help but roar, "Let go, I'm your junior brother!"

If all the power in his body hadn't been exhausted in the previous battle, he would have smashed the opponent thousands of miles away with one palm.

Can't you say something nicely? Do you have to do these weird things?

Could it be that the senior brother was injured so badly that his brain went crazy?

Master Ziwei suppressed the goosebumps and disgust in his heart. His arms kept struggling, trying to open the palm of Master Zixiao.

However, Master Zixiao turned a deaf ear and hugged Master Ziwei tightly. His eyes were red, his whole body looked like crazy, and he roared again and again.

"You, a traitor to Ziwei Immortal Palace, actually dare to collude with foreign enemies, betray the religion and seek refuge. You deserve death, you deserve death..."

"you......!"

Seeing that Master Zixiao actually said such words, Master Ziwei was stunned at first, and then roared angrily:

"Nonsense, when did I collude with foreign enemies?! Didn't I fight seriously just now?!"

Ziwei Zhenren was furious, what is all this?

He was obviously planning to endure the humiliation and bear the burden first, and then seek an opportunity to take revenge. How could he end up colluding with foreign enemies?

"Are you still making excuses?"

Zhenjun Zixiao glared at Zhenziwei angrily, "You are called a saint in vain, but you don't want to repent and try to destroy the tens of thousands of years of prestige of Ziwei Immortal Palace. It is simply an unforgivable crime!!"

After saying that, Zhenjun Zixiao exerted a strong force.

"boom!"

Zhenjun Zixiao's whole body was blooming with dazzling light, and the energy and blood in his body were surging, causing the void to vibrate. Endless spiritual energy swarmed in, turned into a rolling wave, and poured into his body crazily.

At the same time, a bright light bloomed between his brows, and a terrifying aura of destruction surged crazily.

In an instant, the sky shook, the earth shook, and the sun, moon, and stars trembled.

I saw Master Zixiao's eyes were scarlet, and he hugged Master Ziwei tightly, muttering to himself, "Junior brother, for the sake of the Immortal Palace, sacrifice yourself!"

Ziwei Zhenren: "......"