NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

The flood of the dead river flooded the land like a broken embankment, and the surrounding mountains and rivers rolled down with boulders. The earth trembled endlessly and cracks spread, and blood-red hot magma could be seen faintly at the cracks, which merged with Ji Ke's blood and repelled each other.

The bleeding drained spiritual power. Although Ji Ke remained calm, his face was paler than paper. He was standing steadily, but when he saw Yan Liang approaching, he staggered unpreparedly. Yan Liang naturally moved him Holding on, the two stood in the cold wind almost in a half-embracing posture.

Without hesitation, Yan Liang stuffed a pill into Ji Ke's mouth, brushed his cold fingertips across the other's back, and the warm spiritual flow slowly flowed in.

While adjusting Ji Ke's spiritual veins, he built a barrier to protect the two of them: "Don't worry, take it easy, there is still time."

Yan Liang's voice was not loud, but he had the power to calm people's hearts. Ji Ke nodded and leaned into Yan Liang's arms, not polite at all.

The surrounding wind is like a knife cutting flesh and bone, and an ambiguous tranquility stretches over the square inch protected by spiritual barriers. For a moment, Ji Ke has the illusion that time can freeze here, for thousands of years, but there is a deja vu desolation.

After only being in a trance for a moment, he came to his senses, took a breath and pulled out the Shenshui sword: "Senior, follow me."

The two threw their swords together, and Jiang Zhao on one side also picked up Du Yu's sword and walked away, while Wen Ran summoned her ugly phoenix that looked like a turkey, and galloped towards the southeast with two swords and one bird.

The moment they left the ground, the ground under their feet disintegrated and sank into the magma.

"The formation caused changes in the celestial phenomena and the earth's crust, and the tide in the Wusheng Sea rose."

Fortunately, they planned ahead and built a spiritual embankment outside the Dead River, and repaired the barrier between Onikawa and Silent City. Even if there is a change in the Wushenghai, it will not easily harm the residents of Silent City.

Suddenly a strong countercurrent hit them, and Jiang Zhao and Ji Ke's sword trembled violently. The two of them were obviously struggling, especially Ji Ke who had just bled. Ran's ugly phoenix walked against the wind without slowing down, she easily surpassed everyone, and turned her head triumphantly: "How about it, you Yujian just try to look good, it's really not as good as my ugly phoenix."

Yan Liang was speechless, marveling in his heart that the heroine is the heroine, and explained the bug in the book.

"Brother Liang, don't just stay on the sword, come to me?"

With a pale face, Ji Ke grabbed Yan Liang's hand subconsciously: "Senior, don't go, follow me."

It's rare for him to speak so bluntly. His tone is stubborn and determined, but it sounds more like a shameless coquettish.

"..."

If it was the past, Du Yu would have laughed at Wen Ran, but at this moment he just buried his head in Jiang Zhao's arms, clutching his cuffs tightly without saying a word, Yan Liang noticed it, and just pretended that he had never seen this scene before. Scared of battle.

"Hey, what are you, Choufenger..." Wen Ran who rushed to the front suddenly frowned, and the next moment her Choufenger spontaneously ignited, turning into a huge fireball in an instant, and Wen Ran was already swallowed by Yan in the blink of an eye. Ryo tugged on the sword.

Shen Shuijian carried the weight of the three of them, and Ji Ke was in a bad state, trembling even more, but Wen Ran didn't care about it, her beloved Ugly Feng'er's feathers were burned and curled up, and the phoenix's cry was miserable The bones were unbearable to hear, and for a moment, the screams stopped, and the ugly Feng'er turned into ashes, disappearing in the howling wind.

After all, Wen Ran was still a little girl, and she was so sad that tears rolled in her eyes. Yan Liang and Ji Ke looked at each other, and they felt the change tacitly.

Yu Jian was like sailing against the current in the cold wind, and everyone was gradually struggling and unable to move forward. Yan Liang saw Ji Ke's face so white that it pierced people's eyes, and his heart seemed to be twisted.

But Ji Ke frowned and looked straight ahead of the rolling ink clouds, his pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously blocked Yan Liang behind him. This action was obviously protective, Yan Liang was a little puzzled, and followed Ji Ke's line of sight to look into the distance , my heart skipped a beat.

Where the dark clouds swirl, dense black shadows emerge, and the black shadows gradually grow heads, limbs, and form thousands of shadow puppets that surround them in midair, grinning like hungry beasts.

Besieged on all sides, narrowly escaped death.

"Azhao, take good care of senior for me, and I will deal with these shadow puppets." The summoning of shadow puppets is precisely their Wuyan Mountain's secret technique. One can imagine the origin of those who are in trouble.

Before the words fell, the spiritual power turned into a blade goddess and stabbed in all directions. The fierce shadow puppet twisted into a ball and was cut to pieces by Ji Ke's spiritual blade.

But the shadow puppet has a heaven-defying bug, which is endless and endless, and has a strong self-healing ability, which cannot be completely eliminated.

Jiang Zhao calmly made a hand gesture, which was regarded as a promise. Naturally, Yan Liang was not the temperament to sit and wait for someone to protect him, so he became aware of it in a moment. into needles.

Ji Ke seemed to have guessed what he was going to do: "Senior, don't waste your energy, just leave it to the younger generation."

Yan Liang doesn't know what's wrong with Ji Ke, recently he always regards him as a porcelain figure who can't be touched or frightened. Change to a stable mount."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the needle and dropped it, and in a short while, a flame bird was burned on his porcelain white arm. Swooping towards them, a sharp cry pierced the sky.

The Flamingo has a coquettish posture and a bad temper. It flies and breathes fire all the way, and all the shadow puppets it touches are burned to ashes.

"...Brother Liang is so powerful." Wen Ran murmured, besides Ji Ke, it was the first time that Yan Liang had used his skin to recruit spirits in front of everyone. This kind of weird and heaven-defying method was unheard of by the world, and their eyes widened.

Yan Liang shook his head calmly. He didn't want the female lead to praise him in front of the male lead, so he ignored everyone's astonishment and calmly said to Jiang Zhao, "Master Jiang, please bring A Yu here too."

Although the Flamingo has a bad temper, it is rare for Yan Liang to have a good temper, flapping its plump wings and waiting for orders.

As a result, the five people who had been struggling with Yujian were now riding on the Flamingo steadily, flying half a mile away with a flap of their wings.

"Brother Liang has this method, why didn't he use it earlier?" Wen Ran grabbed the flame-red feathers of the flame bird with one hand, and gave a little surprise: "It...isn't it real?"

Yan Liang smiled lightly: "Of course it's fake."

The magic ink becomes a painting, the painted skin summons the spirit, everything is a phantom, although it can save an emergency, it will not last long.

Ji Ke held the sinking water sword in his hand and twisted the sword formula, and together with the flame bird, he cleaned up the continuous shadow puppets. Hearing Wen Ran's question, he looked very unfriendly and said: "Although the method of painting skin summoning spirits is easy to use, it is very expensive. Yuanshen, unless it is absolutely necessary, I don't want seniors to use it."

He said this not only for Wen Ran, but also for Yan Liang.

Wen Ran stuck out her tongue: "Master Ji is too domineering."

Yan Liang frowned and thought carefully. Recently, he also felt more and more that his male lead had too many abnormalities, and it was just a matter of collapse. Ji Ke showed too nervous concern for him from time to time, which made him a little at a loss.

Although Yan Liang had a calm face, what Ji Ke said was true. He was exhausting his spiritual power to hold on, and his gradually turning white lips could not escape Ji Ke's eyes.

On the other side, Du Yu was unbelievably quiet, as if disconnected.

Jiang Zhao raised his hand and gestured: Uncle Shi and the others probably knew that you and I were here, so they used shadow puppets to stop them.

Jiang Yao and the others will not risk their lives to enter Onigawa, they only set up shadow puppets that can run across the three realms to stop them. Temperament, by no means can be dismissed by this level of tricks.

Gradually approaching the barrier gap, the number of shadow puppets suddenly increased, but with the help of the flame bird, the shadow puppets were no longer a threat, but Yan Liang gradually lost his spiritual power. Out of the enchantment, it doesn't matter whether you faint or die from exhaustion, in short, you can't lose the chain at this time.

The ghost vines were densely crawling around the gap in the barrier, and the flame bird spit fire at the ghost vines, but the ghost vines grew longer and more fierce, and stretched out their branches to tease the bird feathers. The bird was frightened and fled back in panic. No matter how Yan Liang tried to force him, it didn't work.

Knowing that Yan Liang is holding on to death, Ji Ke said to Jiang Zhao in a hurry: "You and I, Yujian, go and chop off the ghost vines first."

Jiang Zhao nodded, and the two walked forward without hesitation against the cold wind, while Yan Liang tried to appease the frightened Flamingo, and Wen Ran was thinking about her ugly phoenix that was burned to the bone. Du Yu buried his head deeply, his peach blossom eyes were hidden in the shadows, dull and dull.

Yan Liang thought that he was scared out of his wits, so he comforted him: "Patience for a while, Mr. Ji Jiang will cut off the ghost vine, and we will be able to go out smoothly."

Du Yu nodded numbly, a rippling flashed in his eyes, Yan Liang felt that something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice, "A Yu, what the hell are you...?"

With an extremely low, creepy laugh, Du Yu raised his head, his peach blossom eyes were bloodshot and glowing red, his facial features were distorted and his face was ferocious, he glanced at Yan Liang indifferently, and his eyes moved to the forehand raising the knife and falling Ji Ke who slashed ghost vines.

Yan Liang's heart shuddered, and he guessed that in all likelihood, Du Yu was hit by the exorcism and was controlled by someone.

"Ayu, you...!"

Before he could say anything, Du Yu stood up like a ghost, his eyes fixed on Ji Ke, his hands hidden in his sleeves flashed a cold light, Yan Liang's pupils shrank, and his body moved before his reason. Almost instinctively grabbing Du Yu's cold hand, trying to control him.

The exorcism is very vicious, and it is the most difficult to dispel. Those who are recruited are like walking corpses. Not only do they not feel pain, but their fighting power is so strong that Yan Liang's hand bones have been broken in three places during the attack.

Wen Ran wanted to step forward to help, but his body was immobilized as if cast by a spell, his tongue was numb and stiff, and he couldn't speak, Yan Liang was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat, and the opponent was Du Yu, and he couldn't make a killing move, so he could only bear the speed Yu mercilessly punched and kicked, while trying to channel his spiritual power into him to ease the exorcism.

In fact, as long as Yan Liang called for help, Ji Ke and Jiang Zhao would come to help, but firstly he was worried that Ji Ke would attack Du Yu cruelly, and secondly, he was blindly confident in his own judgment, so he was abruptly beaten and broke several times. Chu Gu spat a few mouthfuls of blood, Du Yu's eyes, which were as dull as a dead fish, gradually became a little brighter, and the fists and feet that landed on him became lighter.

"Brother Liang, you...I...what the hell..."

Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed a forced smile on his dull chest: "It's okay, we're going out soon."

He completely relaxed his vigilance, only to realize that every nerve in his body was clamoring for pain. He bent down to try to relieve it, and the amber pendant hanging around his neck was exposed, giving off a warm and clear light.

This light fell on Du Yu's eyes, and the eyes that were gradually clear were instantly covered with a layer of blood mist. Yan Liang saw a flash of cold light from the corner of his eye, and before he could react, he felt a chill in his throat, and the sharp pain gradually Diffuse, the moment I raised my eyes, I saw a dazzling red mist, like the crimson falling snow, rolled into the cold wind one after another, shockingly coquettish.

It was his blood spattered.

The red rope tied with the amber pendant around his neck was cut into two pieces, Yan Liang subconsciously grabbed the falling pendant and held it in his palm.

He raised his hand to cover the wound on his neck, blood gushed out from between his fingers, staining his sleeves and skirt red for a moment, Yan Liang's pale lips moved, and he was no longer able to speak.

Facing Shang Duyu's chaotic peach blossom eyes, he saw his own appearance in the opponent's eyes, he was miserable and lifeless, and the traces of life were annihilated in the blood stains little by little.

The dagger that cut his throat was an ancient soul-sealing dagger that could destroy people's souls.

It wasn't the first time he died, but it was the most real and intimate experience of the passing of life...not a very good experience.

Not afraid, and definitely not unwilling, but a little caught off guard, I didn't expect it to end in such a hasty way.

Reluctant?some...

Although he is not a great kind person, he has never done anything bad in his life. Why is it always like this?

Wen Ran's tears had already covered her face, and the numbness of her lips and tongue disappeared. She let out a heart-piercing cry, and the flame bird below her also wailed, tearing the sky apart.

Du Yu raised his leg dumbly, and mercilessly kicked Yan Liang's chest, kicking Brother Liang, whose fascination gradually dissipated, into the sea of ​​infinity.