Su's Calcium [Quick Transmigration]

Facing the joint move of the two, Qing Yan got up and avoided without haste, the two of them never even touched his clothes, which was obviously a great embarrassment.There is a watershed between immortality and Mahayana, even if it is only a half-immortal.It is impossible for the two of them to be his opponents.

"Just this little ability?" Qing Yan raised his eyes and looked at the two mockingly: "If you can't defeat Ben Gong today, then..."

Looking down, he stretched out his index finger and drew a circle below, pointing at all those demon cultivators one by one, with the corners of his mouth curled up, he spit out faint words: "None of you people, don't want to get out of the magic palace alive."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the demon cultivators below all changed. The imposing manner of the immortal on the devil's head was like a huge mountain, pressing heavily on them, forcing them not to act rashly, but facing such an arrogant opponent Provocative, they all kindled a little anger in their hearts. Regardless of the fear of the opponent's strength, they raised their weapons one by one and were about to slash at Qing Yan, but Ye Luo stopped them on the grounds that they were not opponents.

Everyone's face turned blue and then pale, white and then black, and they all glared at Qing Yan.

Mo Qingdan narrowed her eyes: "Baby, you are really not good."

Ye Luo looked at Mo Yuli intently, when the other party became a fairy is still a mystery, and, how could his temperament become so big?It's like changing a different person in an instant.

But Ye Luo knew that he was still him and hadn't changed.

Qing Yan sneered: "I'm just here to play with you when I'm bored. Who hasn't raised a few cauldrons these days? Don't you guys really fall in love with me?"

Cauldron?

The faces of the two of them turned dark when they heard this word. They looked at each other and shot again. Mo Yuli's strength was far above them, so they didn't need to hold back their hands, and they couldn't hurt each other anyway.Seeing that His Royal Highness finally went all out, the demon cultivators couldn't help showing excited expressions.

This kind of devil should have been eliminated long ago.

But after Qing Yan saw that the actions of the two were obviously more serious than before, she knew that the two of them finally did not treat themselves as fragile objects, so she raised her lips and caressed the hem of her clothes, Shi Shiran stood up and fought with them Come on.

Three different energy light sources collided between the three afterimages, and in an instant, the ground shook.The eaves under the feet and the surrounding spirit trees were all turned into powder in the strong confrontation between a half-immortal and two Mahayana stage powerhouses, and the energy could be felt even tens of meters away from everyone The monstrous heat wave came from the aftermath, and they couldn't help but retreated more than ten steps before they dared to stop.

The two of them didn't keep their hands, but they were on par with Qing Yan. Of course, Qing Yan also had the effect of keeping their hands, but no matter what, it finally prompted the two to fight more and more vigorously.

half an hour...

Two quarters of an hour...

One quarter of an hour……

While parrying the joint attack of the two, Qing Yan was paying attention to the remaining time of the medicinal power displayed by the system in his heart. When he counted to the last quarter of an hour, he grabbed it out of thin air with his right hand, and suddenly a heavy and heavy hand appeared in his hand. Losing the simple black long sword, he slashed towards Mo Qing fiercely.

Mo Qing saw a menacing long sword coming towards him, and quickly sacrificed his natal weapon, which was a black iron fan. The iron fan and the black sword collided with each other, and the friction brought sparks and huge Seeing the energy, Ye Luo quickly sacrificed his long sword to join the battle and fought with Qing Yan.

With the addition of weapons, the smell of gunpowder between the three seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and their attacks are becoming more and more relentless, and Qing Yan is obviously happy to see the results.

With the passage of time, the time of the medicine in the body is getting less and less, Qing Yan showed a shallow smile towards the two, and then the long sword in his hand quickly turned into two daggers towards the hearts of the two. The mouth was pierced hard.

Before the two of them could recall what Mo Yuli's smile meant, they saw that the person they loved wanted their own life, so they couldn't care less about anything else. After resisting with the weapons in their hands, they turned their gestures and quickly Give each other a move in return.

After three breaths, the two stabbed back.

With two breaths, the spiritual power was instantly emptied.

With one breath, the sound of brocade silk being torn was heard.

The moment the two weapons were inserted into the chest, great pain swept over like a sea wave. Qing Yan's face turned pale and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The moment he fell, he was still in the mood to rejoice that his death this time finally didn't have to be as painful as that of Lei Jie.

But Ye Luo and Mo Qing didn't react at all, and they still maintained an attacking posture in their hands. They watched each other's cultivation base fall from immortality to Mahayana, then to out of body, and finally stopped in the Nascent Soul Realm. ...

How could a monk in the Nascent Soul stage avoid the moves of the two Mahayana stage monks.

There was a moment of blankness in the mind, the body first reacted in the brain circuit and flew down to help the person up, but the tentacles were nothing, they could only watch helplessly as Mo Yuli's body became more and more transparent.

The two watched the changes in each other's bodies in disbelief, and the ominous premonition in their hearts was getting deeper and deeper, and they were a little out of breath.

"Why, why..." Mo Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked in a trembling voice.

Ye Luo's voice was calm, and calmly channeled his spiritual power towards the opponent's body: "Stop talking, I will cure you."

However, the trembling hands betrayed the panic in his heart.

"It's useless," Qing Yan coughed twice with chest tightness, and smiled contentedly at the two of them, the blood at the corner of his mouth was in sharp contrast to his pale skin: "Please, live well, don't commit suicide lift."

Ye Luo didn't care about it, and just persevered in transmitting spiritual power into the other party's body, and Mo Qing joined in after seeing this.

Looking at the sad but determined faces of the two, and feeling the spiritual power continuously coming in from his body, Qing Yan felt a little uncomfortable and sad, and he even began to ask himself in his heart, did he do something wrong?

However, this kind of thought only flashed like a flash in the pan, and was quickly suppressed again.

With the passage of time, Mo Yuli's body gradually became transparent and almost nothingness, and the spiritual power transmitted in the past was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir up any movement.

Mo Yuli is really going to disappear.

"Don't, don't waste your energy in vain," Qing Yan felt the life passing away in his body, and the sadness in his heart became stronger and stronger. For the first time, he wanted to say something.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I don't love you."

The hands of the two shook.

"But I like you," Qing Yan's eyes were unprecedentedly serious, even though his tone was weak, he still said firmly: "I like it very much."

The two were stunned for a moment, then raised their heads to look at the young man in disbelief.

However, the young man was unable to comfort them anymore, and the last phantom disappeared, and there was no such person in the world.

"Ah-"

The turbulent grief and anger came, and the two throats let out heart-piercing growls as if they could no longer bear it anymore. Tears dripped on the ground through the other's empty body, in order to vent their hearts grief and indignation.

At this moment, they all understood.

The persecution of demon cultivators, Mo Yuli's frivolous dress, a short-term increase in cultivation, fighting with them, and dying at their hands...

This is to take all the charges on himself, so that they will not kill each other!

But what is cannibalism?Those demon cultivators have never been their own people, and their own people have only this dying person from beginning to end.

A gust of wind blows, and that layer of fabric is completely dissipated.

"Do not--"

The two let out a stern growl, and stretched out their hands together, as if to grab something, but they only grabbed some illusory air.

An atmosphere of sadness filled everyone's hearts.

Except for one person, he finally got over the pain. Looking at Mo Yuli's dissipating body, he looked up to the sky and laughed like crazy: "Ha, you, Mo Yuli, are finally dead! You have caused me so much suffering! But I still survived!"

However, next, he didn't know that what he was going to face was to endure the pain of abdominal cramping every day, to be trampled and humiliated by the awakened people in the magic palace as enemies, and to be neither human nor ghost, life would be better than death, until Unable to bear this endless despair, he committed suicide and died.

In a small town, a young man who was completely covered in black but only showed a pair of strange blood-colored pupils suddenly appeared half a month later. He was rushing towards the magic palace.

When Qing Yan became conscious again, the emotions of the three worlds suddenly swept in like a river that had opened its gates, drowning him whole.

His heart tightened suddenly, as if a big hand was pinching it hard, the pain caused tears to come out of his eyes.

Those clips one by one, like watching flowers on a horse, played in a loop in his blurred eyes, those tenderness, those laughter, those warmth, those people he liked, and the person he loved the most...

Qing Yan was so painful that he bent down and grabbed his heart tightly, forcing himself to ignore the feeling of emptiness.

He lowered his head in confusion, and for the first time murmured like a helpless child: System, can you tell me why I have to go through this?Ten thousand and three worlds, can I really go back?you tell me.

[The host... you and them will meet again. ]

Qing Yan, who thought she would get a cold notification tone, raised her head in disbelief.

Really?

[yes. ]

Qing Yan lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Temporarily strip me of my memory.

[yes. ]

[Ding ~ stripping completed, successfully arrived in the new world, the plot is being transmitted...]

Qing Yan didn't understand why he squatted down. He flicked the dust off his clothes and stood up.The feeling of an empty space somewhere in his heart made him feel a little inexplicable, but the familiar system prompt sound gave him less time to think.

His eyes darkened, and the familiar feeling of falling struck again.

[Ding ~ Please host to understand the plot as soon as possible, and complete the assigned tasks. ]

[Ding ~ Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill of this world: warm and elegant. ]

Qing Yan opened her eyes again in a ward full of the smell of disinfectant. Looking at the white furnishings in the room, there was a sudden burst of beautiful bells under the pillow. Qing Yan looked at the picture of "aunt" on the screen. Caller ID, press the answer button.

Before he could speak, a woman's voice about 50 years old came from inside.

"Hey, Yu'er, the family has no money, you can pay 5000 yuan to come back before noon today... Hey, hey, don't move, I haven't left yet, Santiao... Ah, I'm playing mahjong, so I won't tell you. Remember to play money."

The other party's tone of course obviously regarded the original owner as a cash machine.After finishing speaking, he hung up without waiting for Qing Yan to speak.

Three minutes later, the phone rang again.

Qing Yan looked at the word "Aunt" that lit up again on the phone screen, hooked the corner of her mouth, and slid away.

"Oh, that Yu'er, I just forgot to say that your younger brother recently took a fancy to a watch and asked for 1 yuan. Remember to send your brother the money for the watch later."

The author has something to say: My full attendance is gone, my little red flower is gone... I'm desperate and don't want to code...

Well, this world is finally over! ! !Free yourself for a while, fill the crematorium, or the plot flow is more suitable for my kind of emotion

ps: Did you find out~ I added five hundred words today~ Four thousand minus five hundred, and I still owe you three thousand and three! ! !Feel great! ! !