NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

"Senior, don't..."

Hearing this, there was a buzzing sound in Yan Liang's head, and a bad premonition rushed over. He wanted to step forward, but Ji Ke stretched out his arm to stop him.

Yan Liang held his hand, shook his head lightly, their eyes met, Ji Ke understood what Yan Liang meant, but...

What should be faced is always hidden from the past, but...

Yan Liang unconsciously held his breath and took a step forward, looking over the rising black smoke towards the sarcophagus, and when he saw clearly the person lying in the ice coffin, his breathing stopped suddenly.

The soul-sealing dagger pierced Du Yu's throat, and nailed him tightly in the sarcophagus, his peach blossom eyes, which were always smiling, were tightly closed, and the eyelashes were stained with blood.

The soul-sealing dagger has been regarded as an ominous thing since its accident four years ago. Jiang Zhao brought it back to Wuyan Mountain to seal it. No one can get close to it, let alone take it away. How could it appear here...

Yan Liang's first reaction was that he fell into an absurd dream, and it would be fine if he woke up; the second reaction was that even if the soul-sealing dagger pierced his throat, he could still be rescued. example……

Fu Xuanliang at the side let out a low voice: "Young Master Du...!"

Yan Liang's eyes darkened, and he walked forward in a chaotic manner, but Ji Ke grabbed his wrist: "Senior, I'm afraid there is a fraud."

"But..." Yan Liang's mind was buzzing and confused, but in this situation, even if there is fraud, he still needs to confirm it himself...

In fact, Ji Ke himself was not much better. He forced himself to calm down, but his calm voice seemed a little unreasonable: "Senior is waiting here, I will confirm."

Yan Liang was still in extreme shock, he just nodded his head in a daze, his body trembling uncontrollably, he really couldn't accept such a chattering and tricky person, who was thinking of ways to act like a baby with him It's just gone, I can no longer talk to him and make him laugh...

Ji Ke patted the back of his cold hand, the knuckles holding the sinking water turned white, his face was calm, but he was actually sweating in panic, he hoped that there was a fraud, and what he feared most was that it was all true.

If everything really happened, there would be no room for redemption. Whether it was for Yan Liang or A Zhao, he knew in his heart that Du Yu was an irreplaceable existence.

Only one step away from the ice coffin, Ji Ke's footsteps stopped, his pupils shrank suddenly, a cluster of sparks flew down from the roof, landed on the submerged sword blade, crackled and shattered into flickering smoke and dust.

After a moment of silence, there was a loud bang, and the wall on the west side of the entire room suddenly collapsed, black dust and smoke blurred people's sight.

In the chaos, Ji Ke suddenly drew out his sword, and the sound of blades clashing resounded everywhere. The two fighting in the thick black smoke almost turned into phantoms.

As the confrontation aroused layer after layer of spiritual currents, ashes flew and sparks flew around, surrounding the two fighting people, making it difficult for others to see how the battle was going.

The only thing Yan Liang could confirm was that Ji Ke's moves had room for it, but the other party's killing intent showed no mercy.

The man was able to block Ji Ke's sword move, turned around and landed in front of the sarcophagus, flew over and pulled out the soul-sealing dagger nailed to the stone slab, and picked up Du Yu, who was already stiff and pale, and the shining sword light was chaotic In the smoke and dust, Yan Liang finally saw clearly that it was Jiang Zhao who came.

And the sword Jiang Zhao held in his hand was a blood-stained sword.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Yan Liang understood instantly: "Young Master Jiang, it's not what you think."

"..."

"Your senior brother would never do such a thing!"

Judging from Jiang Zhao's appearance, Wuyan Shanding has also suffered a round of bloodbath, and his father Jiang Mo may have suffered an accident...

But as if Jiang Zhao had never heard of it, he inserted Buxie into the soil to support his trembling body, and hugged Du Yu who was covered in blood with one hand. His eyes were bloodshot, he raised his hand tremblingly and brushed Du Yu's tightly closed eyebrows, his pale fingertips were immediately stained with blood, Jiang Zhao pulled his sleeves and carefully wiped the blood and dust for Du Yu, between the eyebrows and eyes, the corners of his lips, and his neck On... the movements were very gentle, as if afraid of waking up.

The throat pierced by the soul-sealing dagger was shocking, and the blood around it had congealed into a dark red clot.

Ayu, don't be naughty anymore.

He moved his lips, but made no sound.

Ayu, you really scared me this time.

Ji Ke put away the Shenshui sword in his hand, the black smoke gradually dispersed, the dust settled, his eyes met, Yan Liang shook his head lightly at him.

Ayu, if you are sleepy, go to sleep, and I will wake you up later.

Ayu, Ayu, Ayu, Ayu, Ayu...

His pale and dry lips opened and closed helplessly. Yan Liang had never seen Jiang Zhao like this before. His eyes were calm and lifeless.

"Ayu..."

Very low, slightly hoarse, everyone present clearly heard it, Ji Ke opened his eyes slightly, since Jiang Zhao suffered from a strange aphasia when he was a child, he has never made a sound.

"Ayu, I'm here, your elder brother Liang is also here, and your senior brother is also here. When you wake up, ask your senior brother to cook you a table of delicious food."

"..."

"Don't you want to eat the meals cooked by senior brother?"

"..."

"Don't you... want to hear me call you Ayu?"

Ji Ke pursed his lips, silently turned his face to the side and couldn't bear to look any more, but Fu Xuanliang's expression became more and more strange, with a confused look on his face, Yan Liang saw the clue, pondered for a moment and said: "Mr. Jiang, let me replace you!" Ayu take a look, okay?"

Jiang Zhao's expression paused, but he was speechless.

Yan Liang said warmly: "After all, I was stabbed by the soul-sealing dagger before, Mr. Jiang, trust me."

Jiang Zhao raised his ashen face, his chaotic pupils finally became turbulent, he hesitated for a moment and nodded, Yan Liang knelt down, put his hands on Du Yu's brows, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

"Master Jiang, isn't this..."

Without saying a word, Yan Liang felt that the cold light in front of his eyes dazzled his eyes, and the next moment, the killing intent was approaching. Ji Ke grabbed him and hid him.

In an instant, the flames that had been extinguished around him ignited again, the light blue flames spread rapidly, and strong killing intent surged from all directions, Yan Liang's heart sank, knowing that he had been tricked.

Jingling and jingling bells sounded everywhere, and the surroundings quickly sank into the sea of ​​fire, and everything turned into a phantom in the rolling heat wave. Ji Ke clearly felt the submerged water in his hand tremble, forcing his spiritual breath to be almost disordered Vomit blood.

"It's the Thousand Faces Locking Flame Formation!"

The praying mantis catching the cicada and the oriole were behind them, and they were caught in the flames of thousands of faces at the moment. Ji Ke's face was ashen, and he was somewhat familiar with the scene of being surrounded by the fire.

Although the surrounding area is empty and there are only dancing flames left, the sound of thousands of troops shouting to kill is gradually approaching, making people fall into the illusion of indistinguishable truth from falsehood. The key to mobilizing the Thousand Faces Lock Flame Formation.

Yan Liang didn't need to think about it to understand that outside the entire cherry forest, hundreds of monks were stationed in formations to cast spells, in an attempt to completely wipe out the hidden dangers of the entire cultivation world, Ji Ke, who had just washed Wuyan Mountain with blood. .

And they not only have to break through to save their lives, but also have to withstand the encirclement and suppression of the big families in order to gain a chance of survival.

Gang Feng turned into sharp blades and pierced from all directions. Even though Ji Ke had built up a spiritual barrier, those spiritual blades were pervasive and galloped towards them. The sound of gold and stone resounded through the world.

Fu Xuanliang was stunned and didn't react at all. The corpse of "Du Yu" in Jiang Zhao's arms had already shriveled into a pair of bones at this moment. When the wind blew, it turned into powder and dispersed.

"Azhao, why are you in a daze, come and help me!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhao's eyes flashed like a pool of death, but he didn't respond. Ji Ke had no choice but to resist the spirit blades coming from all directions to put them to death.

Although Yan Liang's spiritual power has not yet recovered, he is not willing to be indifferent, and suddenly he said to Fu Xuanliang: "Mr. Fu, can you send a message to the people on Miyin Island? Tell them that you are here. "

Only then did Fu Xuanliang come back to understand Yan Liang's intentions, bit his lips and pondered for a moment: "I'll try."

Yan Liang nodded, forcibly suppressing his impatience and panic, and could only pin his hope on Fu Xuanliang, the "hostage". In his setting, the male protagonist in the finale is trapped in the thousand-faced lock-flame array set up by various aristocratic families In the end, he was stabbed to death by the blackened Jiang Zhao.

The current situation is very bad, and there are many conditions for a collapsed ending!

The fire was getting closer and closer, besieging them within a square inch, and the arrows shooting at them became more and more dense. Even though Ji Ke's force value was against the sky, he was still a body of flesh and blood. At that time, his body was densely covered with blood. He simply gritted his teeth, poured all his true energy into the Shenshui sword, and swung it straight down. The speeding spirit blade instantly turned into powder, and the sea of ​​fire was split open, but it was only cleared for a moment, and the spirit blade returned with The momentum of madness doubles and shoots!

With trembling hands, Fu Xuanliang took out a thumb-sized red bead, ignited it with spiritual power, and waved it into the air. The faint light spot was like a shooting star, and was submerged in the raging fire for a moment.

Just when everyone thought it was useless, the spirit blades shot at them gradually decreased and stopped, and the fire weakened a little. Ji Ke was able to take a breath, blood and sweat stuck to his face and body, and he was very embarrassed.

Yan Liang didn't dare to take it lightly, and kept paying attention to Jiang Zhao's every move. He finally recovered from the sudden change, raised his eyes and said in a daze, "Senior brother, I..."

"Azhao, even for Senior Yan, I will find Du Yu, don't worry."

"I understand." The chaos in his eyes gradually faded away and gradually became clear. Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief for a while. It seemed that the plot point of Jiang Zhao killing his senior brother himself was finally solved.

"If something happens later, or if something happens to me, you have to protect senior for me, so that there is no mistake."

"to make."

"Please." Ji Ke didn't want to experience what happened four years ago again.

"I understand, so..."

Jiang Zhao raised his head suddenly, and stood up holding Buxie. His originally clear eyes instantly became bloodshot, and the bright sword light stung Yan Liang's eyes, and Buxie suddenly stabbed at Ji Ke's heart!

At the same time, the rain of arrows that had already stopped hit the sky and covered the sky. Ji Ke realized that Buxie was stabbing at him, but without any hesitation, he raised the sinking water to resist the storm-like spirit blade attacking Yan Liang, and let Buxie pierce him heart!

The surroundings became quiet, the blood trickled down drop by drop, and in a short while merged into a trickle, flowing across the land full of ashes...

"Brother, don't worry, if something happens to you, I will protect senior."

The corners of Jiang Zhao's lips curled up stiffly, and a tear was rolling down from his eye socket, dripping into the blood that flowed past his feet, and the blood seeped into the white silk on the upper of the boot, creating a glaring bright red.