Everyone Wants to Kill Me and Sermon [Transmigration Book]

Every word seems to be imprinted in the soul, Yang Fan's fingertips curled up and trembled.

A thick black mist was brewing in his eyes, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Yang Fan desperately wanted to stand up. His five fingers tremblingly pressed on the ground, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of scalding blood.

Yang Fan could clearly feel the disgust and anger of the monks around him.

Yang Fan's figure shook violently again.

They all hated him for killing Fu Jia.

They all saw the goodness of Fu Jia and knew that Fu Jia should not die under his hands.

Everyone knew that Hua Fan was Fu Jia.

But why can't he see it?

why!

Why is he so ignorant!

The mist in the eyes became thicker and thicker, and the black was like thick ink that would never melt away. Some blood color appeared in Yang Fan's eyes faintly.

Yang Fan thought of when he first arrived at Xuanyun Peak.

Thinking of the few questions Fu Jia asked him.

Finally, a thick red spot flowed down the corner of his eyes.

He thought of when Fu Jia asked him if his heart demon was Hua Fan when he was in the trial place.

Yang Fan's face was extremely pale.

Therefore, Fu Jia knew early on that he came to get rid of the demons in his heart.

He was already ready to die under his hands.

But what about him!

What the hell did he do!

More and more people gathered around Fu Jia, but because of the coercion released by Lin Yi, they were all shocked back, only a few people could stand by Fu Jia's side.

A lot of people stepped over him again, as if there was a sound of bones breaking.

Yang Fan spat out several mouthfuls of blood again, his clothes were completely stained red by him, and the ground was also full of blood.

His condition is extremely bad, and he is likely to perish if he doesn't get medical treatment, but these monks who have always claimed to be merciful don't seem to have seen his serious injuries, and the eyes they looked at him seemed to be poisoned.

If the eyes could be turned into substance, he would have been smashed to pieces.

Yang Fan could only watch Lin Yi and the others frantically feed Fu Jia the medicine while struggling to get up.

He struggled for a while before he staggered up his legs.

But then, Yang Fan fell to the ground.

He fell so badly that there was a violent crash between his face and the ground.

This voice caught Lin Yi's attention, Yang Fan's body was almost numb, and when he finally felt a little bit again, Lin Yi had already grabbed his collar.

This proud man from the big world has completely lost the gentleness and jade in the past. Yang Fan can clearly see the anger in the opponent's face, as well as the bulging veins on the hand holding his collar.

"Why, you want to come over? Heh, who are you pretending to be like this for?"

Lin Yi said while throwing Yang Fan to the ground again.

Yang Fan was so shaken that his viscera were dislocated, and he continued to spit out a mouthful of scalding blood.

It took him a long time before he regained his composure, and immediately said intermittently in an extremely weak voice, "I didn't mean it, I didn't know, I really didn't know that Fujia was Huafan. I..."

"You don't know?" Lin Yi sneered, he looked down at Yang Fan, his voice was extremely cold, "Everyone present knows that Fu Jia is Hua Fan, this matter has already spread, you just need to ask a little You know it right away, why don't you know?"

While talking, Lin Yi's hand trembled suddenly.

He also didn't expect things to develop to such a point. If he had known this earlier, how could he have allowed this to happen.

Thinking of his gloating mood just now, Lin Yi's face showed some decadence and self-mockery.

And Yang Fan was also stunned.

His angina was getting worse.

Every word of Lin Yi's was poking at his bloody wound.

Yes, how could he not know about it.

Looking back now, there were obviously many clues that could point to Fu Jia being Hua Fan, but he couldn't see anything.

"Oh, you can't tell, right?" Yang Fan could only look at Lin Yihong and question him, "You initiated this challenge, right?"

It's him.

"Just now you were the first to take the shot, and then stabbed the sword in, right?"

The fingertips trembled suddenly, Yang Fan's body was already numb, but he felt pain all over his body, the pain made him want to tremble.

But he couldn't do it at all.

"Or do you think you can really beat him with your strength?"

"Yang Fan, what right do you have to treat Fu Jia like this? In order to allow you to cultivate and to help you rebuild your tendons, his Dao heart was broken! He fell into a whole realm! Yes, I was also wrong about this matter, I made a mistake. You made a big mistake, but this kindness is enough for you to recreate it! But what have you done, you will repay your kindness with revenge!"

"Do you know how strong Fu Jia's comprehension is in the world? But he can't cultivate anymore, he has cultivated another way. You should know how difficult it is to reshape the Taoist heart, not to mention, what he cultivates is the highest kindness like water! His aptitude So high, but because you were ruined twice, no, totally ruined by you now."

"You're still thinking about making excuses for yourself and reasons for explaining yourself. Yang Fan, I realized that I overestimated you before."

Every word Lin Yi said made Yang Fan's complexion even paler.

The blood in Yang Fan's eyes became thicker.

Yes, he was still trying to fool himself.

Still trying to find a reason.

What qualifications does he have to find a reason!

The inner demon in Yang Fan's heart was even worse, and the darkness continued to spread and completely blackened his consciousness.

Faintly, Yang Fan seemed to have returned to the place of trial.

He saw Fu Jia.

I remembered the vow I made in my heart to help Jia.

Is this how he helped Jia? He killed him, killed him with his own hands, without any qualifications.

Yang Fan spat out blood again, and he watched blankly as he spit out the black mist in the blood.

He has become a demon.

The focus in his eyes gradually receded, Yang Fan didn't look at Lin Yi anymore, but only looked at Fu Jia who had closed his eyes and was embraced by Lan Yun in his arms.

Fu Jia's skin was already translucent and thin, but now it has no blood at all.

It is extremely fragile, as if a gust of wind can blow it down.

In Yang Fan's impression, he had never seen Fu Jia so weak, and he never thought that Fu Jia would become like this.

But!He made it all with his own hands!

The brilliance in Yang Fan's eyes completely disappeared.

Is this the price he has to pay?

Jing Zhongling's voice kept echoing in his mind, and Yang Fan's eyes were empty.

He murmured, "Is the only way to get rid of it by suicide?"

Fu Jia's appearance resurfaced in his mind.

Yang Fan clenched his hands tightly, and finally there was a little brilliance in his eyes.

Yes, he can only apologize with death.

Trembling to get the sword that fell aside, Yang Fan tried hard to touch its blade, but just when he touched it, Yang Fan noticed that Lin Yi glanced at him, and then walked over and stepped on him to hold it. sword in hand.

Yang Fan continued to hear the familiar sound of bones breaking.

"You want to commit suicide?" Lin Yi looked at Yang Fan in disgust, "Fu Jia exchanged her own life for yours, yet you want to commit suicide so easily? Yang Fan, how can you be so cowardly?"

Stiffly raising his head to look at Lin Yi, Yang Fan's figure swayed slightly.

He didn't care about his bloody right hand, but there was pain and helplessness in his expression that was so intense that it could be turned into reality.

Lin Yi is right, everything he has now is bestowed by Fu Jia.

He has no reason to choose suicide as an escape method.

Yang Fan has completely lost the ability to move.

His bones were shattered in many places, and his internal organs were completely misplaced. Because of his enchantment, the rudimentary form of the Dao Heart that had been vaguely formed before had disappeared.

The disordered spiritual power was constantly tearing at his body, and Yang Fan didn't faint because of his will.

"Yang Fan, for Fu Jia's sake, I won't touch you today. But when we meet next time, I will definitely make you pay the price!"

Throwing down a sentence coldly, Lin Yi didn't pay attention to Yang Fan anymore, but turned around and continued to look at Fu Jia.

Seeing this, his younger brother immediately winked at the people next to him.

The cultivator from Xuanyun Peak was startled for a moment, then immediately ran to Yang Fan, grabbed him and walked towards the outside of the main peak.

Yang Fan didn't resist, he just stared at Fu Jia who had completely closed his eyes.

"You have become demonic, but the demon world will never welcome you."

A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, Yang Fan's fingertips trembled, and he finally raised his eyes, and immediately saw a pair of strange pupils.

But soon, Yang Fan was thrown at the entrance of Xuanyun Peak by the cultivator using spells.

Coughing suddenly, Yang Fan's vision was completely blurred, all the spiritual power in his body was completely dissipated due to the constant collision, he couldn't hold it anymore, and completely closed his eyes.

It seemed that there was really no place for him in this world.

All his previous efforts were in vain.

However, he deserved it.

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Lin Yi on the other side held Fu Jia's hanging hand with trembling hands.

The warmth that was left before had completely disappeared, and the coldness of the tentacles made Lin Yi's heart palpitate.

He suffered from angina, immediately let go of Fu Jia, and covered the corner of his mouth that was oozing blood with his hand.

He was holding the concentric ring in his hand, and the blood spread along the ring all the way to the inside, but in an instant, there was a dark red inside the ring.

Only then did Lin Yi look at the ring.

The hand holding the ring trembled suddenly, Lin Yi wiped the ring carefully, but the stain of blood could not be wiped off no matter what.There was some sadness in Lin Yi's eyes, and he put it on Fu Jia's finger slowly.

When Lan Yun saw this, there was some worry in his eyes.

But at this time, there suddenly appeared an extremely surging spiritual pressure.

This coercion comes from the elder secretary who just arrived.

Seeing that everyone was in a trance, Mo Gan's eyes drooped.

He looked at Fu Jia, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

In the big world, there are three powerful beings who are closest to the way of heaven and can do things that are impossible in the world.

This impossible thing includes bringing the dead back to life, but even they have to pay a very heavy price.

These three great powers are the Lords of the Three Realms.

Mo Gan's pupils shrank into a single pupil.

The other two world masters are extremely difficult to see, and it is impossible for ordinary monks to meet them.

But Mo Gan is qualified to meet Mozun.

Mo Gan clenched his hands tightly.

He has to go back to the Demon Realm quickly and beg the Demon Lord to revive Fu Jia.