Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

When Cang Qi was immersed in observing and comprehending the sword technique in one of the trajectories, a phantom suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The visitor held a black giant sword with a strange shape, and came with a violent killing intent.

The figure is real and false, constantly changing, like a wisp of green smoke, killing him in the blink of an eye.

Holding the huge sword as big as two machetes tightly with both hands, the blade was full of barbs, and slashed down on the figure on the rock, with an amazing momentum erupting from the whole body.

Cang Qi didn't get up, and sat on the rock without moving.

A silver-white giant sword silently appeared from behind Cang Qi, and a second before the blade of the black sword was about to touch Cang Qi, a dark light flashed across the blade of the silver giant sword, and the blade disappeared and flew out. A silver sword that was a few sizes smaller than the original body arrived in front of Cang Qi in an instant, and slapped the murderous black sword away.

The sneak attacker, who thought he would succeed in one blow, did not expect this kind of change. He only felt a pain in his hands, and the black sword in his hand was almost knocked out by the silver sword.

The visitor squinted his eyes and looked at the silver sword hanging in front of Cang Qi in a guarding posture, snorted coldly, turned his wrist, turned the black sword vertically in front of his body, put his left hand and fingers together, The sharp sword edge was wiped, and the bright red blood dripped from the barb to the next barb. After dyeing it red, it continued to drip down. In the blink of an eye, the drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword. It dripped all the way into the groove on the hilt, and quickly rolled in the lines.

When the blood beads rolled into the hole, the blade turned forward, and the sharp blade reflected the bright white moonlight, and a white star flashed. Behind the deities are lined up in the shape of a swallow, and they all hold the same black sword in their hands.

Nine figures smiled, and surrounded Cang Qi in a siege. Nine black swords with red lights flickered, slashing, slashing and stabbing, attacking towards the center of the encirclement with different postures.

Cang Qi opened his eyes, a gap opened between his brows, and a white phantom flashed out, with overwhelming killing intent, colliding with those black swords...

The more Jing Li thought about it, the more something went wrong.

The parchment and key to enter the pagoda were left by the last monk, so the inheritance of that one must exist in its entirety, and it must be the focus.

And the final inheritance belongs to Hongyangping—whoever has spent so much thought on the arrangement, would not be careless to put his own things first, and would definitely keep them for the last.

In other words, who left the last inheritance, then that person should be the one who arranged the pagoda and left the map and key.

But even including the demons, there are no more than fifteen people in total, Hong Yangping can't even tell the difference between seven and eight.

With such inconsistencies, did the parchment deceive them, or is there something wrong with Hong Yangping here?

Jing Li tapped the ground unconsciously with his fingers, squinting his eyes to look at the projection balls suspended above the tree canopy.

The two sides made an appointment to fight, and in the end, both sides suffered losses, and they all perished. Only Hong Yangping left a sigh of relief, and left the pagoda for the benefit of the younger generation.

What if... there were people in those demons who had the same situation back then?

Those great powers in the cultivation world can leave a trace of consciousness in the tower to benefit the younger generation; those demons who are as powerful as them can naturally do it too.

Or...in this pagoda, the demons have already tampered with it.

"!—"

Among the remaining three beams of light, one suddenly flashed and then went out, and the people who were inside also disappeared.

Look at the position of the beam of light, it's Ziling.

Jing Li immediately raised his head to look at the row of projection balls, swept his consciousness, and immediately found a familiar water-red figure appearing in a stone room on the third floor.

Almost at the same time that Jing Li found Ziling's trace, the projection ball exploded instantly, and all the projection balls showing images below the third floor were shattered into a pile of dust and scattered.

It prevented other people from searching for her.

"So, it's Ziling who got the inheritance..." Jing Li withdrew his gaze, and looked at the two beams of light left on the scene. The two of them haven't come out yet. Is it because they really had a chance, or... came out? Not coming?

Those phantoms seem to be tireless, more and more frustrated, and they are still splitting, from the first one, to nine, and now 36, all fighting with Cang Qi.

Just as Cang Qi was wrestling with the nine phantoms, a burst of wild laughter suddenly came from the void.

"Hahahahaha! Old Yin-Yang! If you destroy my body, I will destroy your inheritance. You carefully select the people who wait for you, and you will surely fall into the devil and fall into my devil's way! All your hard work is destined to be in vain!!!"

The previous laughter turned into a roar at the end, in which the hatred and hatred almost burst out, poured straight into Cang Qi's ears, and resounded throughout the space.

Those phantoms were also affected. When the roar sounded, the illusory figure instantly became a little more transparent, as if it would disappear at any time.

Cang Qi suppressed the qi and blood in his chest, and the roar that contained malice and boundless hatred even filled his sea of ​​consciousness.He frowned and looked towards the direction of the voice coming from the void.

It took a long time for the sound to stop, and after it disappeared, the influence of Yu Wei was still there, even the rock that Cang Qi originally cultivated was crushed into powder, and drifted into the air with the night wind.

The faint blue flame that had been traveling up and down the compass suddenly stopped, slowed down, and lingered in a certain area.

Jing Li looked down at the compass in his hand, then raised his eyes to look in a certain direction, "Is there?"

The faint blue flame suddenly jumped an inch higher, and there was a hint of golden red in the flame.

Jing Li backhanded out the magic purple flow golden sword on his back, and slashed at a vine in the northwest corner.

The cold sword light slashed across, cutting off the vines all over the place.

Including the one targeted by Jing Li.

The emerald green vine was cut into two pieces, the upper part was still hanging danglingly on the canopy, while the lower part fell limply to the ground, it looked no different from other vines .

Jing Li sneered, moved his wrist slightly, and aimed at the part on the ground.

"laugh!--"

A cloud of black air abruptly escaped from the severed vine, grew in the wind, and soon condensed into a figure, but the part below the knees was still a blur of black air, floating in midair.

Jing Li looked at the black figure up and down. He was wearing an elegant black robe embroidered with complicated patterns, and a blood jade belt was tied around his waist. He had messy hair, scarlet eyes, and a gloomy expression. , although it is not ugly, but it is not the type of a good person at first glance.

Jing Li's gaze fell on the pair of red eyes that were more prominent than the overall color, "Is it your fault?"

Moying glanced at Jing Li, "You are a little smarter than others."

While speaking, he stretched out his fingers to show a distance of about two millimeters, and quickly shook his head, "But it's still not enough, you actually ran over to die by yourself."

Jing Li looked at him expressionlessly, "Are you talking about yourself?"

"You're a sharp talker." Moying sneered and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are all the boys in the cultivation world as arrogant as you? Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are." He didn't know him anyway.

Jing Li was not interested in talking about the rest of the other party's words, but stopped him, "You have put in so much effort to hide here, what do you want to do?"

Mo Ying was obviously displeased with Jing Li's rudeness, and sneered a few times, "Of course I will kill you."

"If it is to wipe out all the people who enter the tower, you don't need to delay until now, and even let some people get the inheritance." Jing Li ignored him at all, and analyzed by himself, "You stay on the ninth floor, and you are on the ninth floor. When everyone is carrying out the final inheritance, they only do it, which means that you don't want them to be damaged before they come here. You let some people go, but you trap others. They have the things you want. s things……"

Although it has become such a mess now, the other party used to be a master of the demon clan anyway. They are a few juniors in the Jindan stage, what can be seen by the other party? If they are not used to the cultivation world, It's easier to get your hands on them as they come in.

Jing Li looked at the cloud of black air below Moying's knees, and twitched his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want to seize the house?"

There are always annoying guys coveting the body of his senior brother. This was the case with Huo Pengjing in the Canglan Secret Realm; this is especially true for the black mist that has been dead for 800 years.

Since they are all dead, why don't they go to reincarnate properly? It's really disgusting to have to do such outrageous things, one by one.

"Hehe." Moying's brows and eyes slightly curved up, neither admitting nor denying, "Why, among those two people, is there someone you care about?"

Jing Li nodded, and readily admitted, "My senior brother is inside."

The ghost seemed very interested in this, neither admitted nor denied, but asked, "Which one? The boy in black?...Oh, is it the sword repairman?"

A big smile bloomed on Moying's face, and he glanced at Jing Li contemptuously. "Don't worry, I will reunite you soon, wait for me to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jing Li interrupted him loudly. "Have you gone out to read the almanac?"

Moying was slightly taken aback.

"You said you were going to kill my senior brother in front of me?" Jing Li suddenly laughed, "Do you know how to write the word dead?"