Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

a breath ago—

Yan Xiaoran separated a wisp of divine consciousness into his own sea of ​​consciousness.The dense fog in his sea of ​​consciousness became thicker and thicker, but he couldn't care less about it.

Immediately summoned Jinghong, Yan Xiaoran asked: "Aside from refining a sea of ​​consciousness, is there any other way to save Jingqi under the current situation?"

Jinghong fluttered his small wings and flew in mid-air, waved his two front paws and said: "No more, no more, the jade slip I gave you earlier contains all the methods."

Yan Xiaoran looked at the little fat dragon carefully, and suddenly made a move, and Jinghong was caught in his hand.

The white flames in the black pool immediately surged out like waves.

Holding the little fat dragon in front of him and looking at him, Yan Xiaoran said with a very serious expression: "Think carefully, if Jing Qi dies, then the deity will go with him too. Before that..."

The little fat dragon struggled in panic, "You, you dare to kill the sword spirit?"

Yan Xiaoran sneered in a rare way: "I don't even want to live anymore, I just wish my soul would fly away, what's the use of your sword spirit?"

As he spoke, he already carried the sword spirit and walked towards the inkwell.

Seeing that the milky white flame was about to reach the tip of his tail, Jinghong kept screaming and struggling, calling his master crazy.

But Yan Xiaoran picked him up again when the flames were about to engulf it, not only that, he also let go of the hand that was holding the back of the little fat dragon's neck.

Jinghong's entire dragon was so frightened that his tears flowed down his cheeks, he struggled for a while before he felt that he was let go, and instinctively flapped his small wings to fly away from Yan Xiaoran.It was quite frightened, and when it turned around angrily, it saw Yan Xiaoran standing by the inkwell with a gloomy expression.

"It seems that it is, there is no other way."

Beside the deep black pool, a tall and straight young man in white looks lonely and desperate.

Jinghong patted his own small chest, and said in shock: "Yes, yes, I really don't know." Thinking of the person whose smile really made the dragon couldn't take his eyes off, Jinghong still felt it was a pity , I also felt a little lost in my heart, so I continued: "You...you are sorry."

Yan Xiaoran took a deep breath and said, "I will bury you."

"Ah?!" Jinghong's heart trembled again in an instant—is the master going to bury me alive?

"Bury you, and no one will find you now. When you meet your predestined master again, you can follow him again."

"Ah? What about you?" Compared to being buried alive, Jinghong was even more shocked at this moment.

Yan Xiaoran slightly raised his head to look at him, with a serious and indifferent expression, "I said, if Jing Fansheng can't survive, I will naturally go to accompany him."

Jinghong scratched his head, feeling suspicious in his heart, when he suddenly thought of something, he quickly asked, "Don't you care about Eleven?"

Yan Xiaoran said calmly: "Fate is determined by God, you can't force it. If you are lucky on Eleventh, you will be able to live."

As he said, his face was ashen, as if he had let go of everything, and he was about to withdraw from the sea of ​​consciousness.Bury the sword and commit suicide.

"Wait!" Jinghong suddenly hugged his thigh.The little Panglong scratched his big head with one paw again, and struggled: "If, I mean if! If you save him, you won't be able to survive. With his frivolous, frivolous and undisturbed temperament, maybe after a few days I have completely forgotten about you in the past year, do you want to save me too?"

Yan Xiaoran paused slightly, but replied without thinking: "Of course, he saved my life in the first place."

"You don't know," the tall young man took a deep breath, his voice suddenly trembling, "You don't know that he brought me back to Chongming Mountain when my sect was betrayed. In order to help me recover my cultivation, Qi once fed me his own flesh and blood."

Jinghong: ...

"He thought I didn't know." The young man who was usually expressionless, now with red eyes, sneered brightly.It's just that he is obviously smiling, and what exists in the sea of ​​consciousness is only the consciousness and not the entity, so there will be no tears, and the appearance of the young man still looks distraught.

Before Jinghong could reply, Yan Xiaoran murmured again, as if he was not talking to Sword Spirit anymore.

"He always behaves like he doesn't care about everything. He is often the one who thinks the most, does the most, and pays the most."

How on earth can a person be willing to die for someone else?Although Yan Xiaoran was not originally a cold-hearted and cold-hearted person, he was equally ambitious and life-saving.Even if he had a good impression of Jing Fansheng in the past, and would be angry and jealous because of the frivolous appearance of the other party who smiled and laughed at everyone, but it was not to the extent that he could not do without him.

Since when did you become so stubborn and persistent? ...Probably it started when Jing Fansheng laughed at him for committing suicide because of his loss of cultivation, and at the same time quietly cut off his own flesh and blood, pretending to be a elixir quietly and forcing him to take it.

Not to mention that he is such a lively person, but he is willing to stay in this desolate Phoenix Mountain for 20 years...

Jinghong always thought that Jing Fansheng was a despicable person, but he didn't know that he had such a temperament.It already had a good impression of that person, but now it couldn't help feeling sad in its heart.

Although it carries the ancient inheritance and has the mission of leading its master to the top of the world, it will be sealed and lose its original memory after each master's ascension. Therefore, although it has existed for tens of thousands of years, its mind is still pure like A child, like its body and its voice, never grows up.

Hearing what Yan Xiaoran said, Jinghong couldn't help crying again: "But, but you will die, so you won't be able to dominate the world, and you won't be able to... woo woo woo, and you won't be able to ascend to immortality."

Yan Xiaoran bent down and hugged Jinghong's chubby body, his long and narrow phoenix eyes glowed slightly: "So you still have something to do, right?"

The little fat dragon said with a sob: "Although I don't have any memories of the masters I followed, I actually know that they have a special bloodline and have the ability to move mountains and seas. A long time ago, people cared about them It's called the fairy clan."

"Moving mountains to fill the sea?" Yan Xiaoran didn't care about whether the immortals were immortal or not. Jing Fansheng's sea of ​​consciousness had collapsed, and his consciousness would soon dissipate. Every moment now is a matter of life and death. He asked directly: "so?"

"...Moving mountains and filling seas is just a general term. Once this ability is awakened, not only can the real mountains and rivers be changed, but even the meridians of the human body and the situation in the sea of ​​consciousness can be changed."

Yan Xiaoran had already understood, so he didn't have time to think about anything else, he just asked: "How to awaken this ability?"

Jinghong's eyeballs rolled around, and he said with some guilt: "I can wake up and sense you, which means you have awakened the ability of blood..."

"...You mean that I could have helped Jingqi reshape the sea of ​​consciousness by myself?" The white flame on the dark pool had a faint tendency to roll away.

Jinghong was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again: "It's not that I didn't tell you on purpose! It's just that this method consumes a lot of spiritual power... Maybe it's all your spiritual power! Have you forgotten that you can't advance now? Then use your spiritual power Li, you will be struck to death by lightning!"

"How to do it specifically?"

Jinghong: "..." It is still a little hesitant whether to tell the other party or not.

Although Yan Xiaoran still had scarlet eyes and a ferocious expression, his eyes suddenly softened.He couldn't help but hesitate, and bent down to put the little fat dragon on the ground.

Then he put his hand on its big head, gently stroked the little dragon horns on Jinghong's head twice with his slender fingertips, and the young man said seriously: "If anything happens to me, just follow Jingqi carefully." , don't lock the sword...protect him for me."

Before he could look up, the hand touching his head had been withdrawn in vain, and tears burst out of Jinghong's big eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to hug Yan Xiaoran's thigh, but it was in vain.

Yan Xiaoran has already withdrawn from the sea of ​​consciousness involuntarily.

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Jing Fansheng had thought before that if he really died, he would die in the end, and he would return to the original world.

The reason why he was so persistent and hardworking before was because he liked the world in this book better than the original world, even if his own setting was a cannon fodder.

As for now, it is even more so.

He didn't know what the world would be like after death. In fact, he seemed to have just taken a nap before being woken up by harsh, childish voices.

Jing Fansheng opened his eyes almost in shock, he looked around subconsciously, and found that he was still in a cave, which seemed to be the same cave that Yan Xiaoran carried him into...

He was still in a daze, and the ear-piercing cry came again, "Master! Master, he is going to die!"

Jing Fansheng recognized that it was Jinghong's voice, and he quickly got up from the ground. With this movement, he found that Jinghong sword was being held in his hand.When is...?

Not only Jinghong Sword, but also Yan Xiaoran's Qiankun Mustard Seed Bag was caught by him!

Jing Fansheng wiped his face vigorously with his hands, trying to wake up, and quickly said, "What are you talking about? What are you dying for?"

"The master is carrying the thunder disaster outside! Huh, huh..."

Judging that Jinghong's voice came from his own sea of ​​consciousness, although he didn't know exactly what happened, Jing Fansheng still understood it instantly.He jumped and said, "Damn! How heavy is it?!"

The originally cracked land has been healed, and Jing Fansheng's sea of ​​consciousness has returned to what it was before he was injured.It's just that the tree representing the consciousness is still broken in the middle, but this doesn't affect Jinghong stretching his two short legs weakly, leaning against the big tree and bending his fat little body, crying: "It's already the sixth Got it..."

However, after crying for a while, it suddenly realized that something was wrong.There was no movement at Jing Fansheng's end, and the imagined scene of him hugging and crying with him did not happen.

Jinghong quickly released his consciousness to feel the situation outside.

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When Jing Fansheng just ran to the entrance of the cave, he heard a loud "bang", and the seventh thunderbolt had already fallen.A bunch of thunder pillars with the thickness of a tree trunk hugged by several people directly landed far ahead, because the Dafenghuang Mountain is all flat, and the place where the thunder pillars hit has become a deep pit with a radius of several miles, so it has been counted as standing. Jing Fansheng, who was on a high place, could easily see the scene in the deep pit in the distance.

The thunder that fell from the thunder calamity was not ordinary thunder and lightning. The deep pit was already filled with a dense layer, and the corpses of monks and demon cultivators in clothes of different colors could still be seen.There are also a few monks who are sticking to the edge of the huge pit. They all look terrified, but no matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape from the deep pit.

Only one person was in the center, standing there motionless.

The man was dressed in white clothes. He was tall and straight, with a long body, and his black hair hung down his shoulders. He couldn't see his eyebrows clearly from too far away, but it was undoubtedly Yan Xiaoran.

I don't know how Yan Xiaoran led these people to his surroundings. Jing Fansheng only knew that he did this because he must be worried that even if his consciousness is restored, if these people catch up later, he will definitely die. Undoubtedly, that's why...

Seeing that thick thunder pillar smashing into Yan Xiaoran's sky cap, Jing Fansheng felt his heart ache almost to the point of suffocation.His originally beautiful peach eyes were covered with red threads, and he was about to fall out of the window. Jing Fansheng almost exhausted all his strength, and shouted in the direction of the deep pit: "Damn chicken! Yan Xiaoran, if you dare to die , I want you to look good!"

At this moment, his consciousness is still injured, coupled with his physical and mental shock, Jing Fansheng has a severe headache at the moment.But now that the sea of ​​consciousness has been recovered, he is not afraid of being wiped out if he uses his spiritual power recklessly, so he immediately kicked his feet, gritted his teeth to hold back his breath, and flew towards Yan Xiaoran enduring the almost dizzying headache.

The magic weapon that could be used to resist the thunder pillar on his body was exhausted as early as the fifth thunder, Yan Xiaoran suffered the seventh thunder disaster, but the few monks who were still alive failed to hold it, and fell down one after another .Maybe it's because everyone has been dealt with, so that he can finally stop distracting himself from maintaining the barrier. The young man with disheveled hair exhaled heavily, and faintly heard a clear voice.

He looked up, but his vision was already blurred.

Thinking that Jing Qi would not wake up so soon, he must have heard wrong, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon there was a "rumbling" sound in the sky, and the eighth thunder had already begun to brew.

After rest assured, there is a little regret.Obviously, he has firmly remembered the other party's voice, appearance and appearance, and will never forget it, but he still can't help but think, if only he could take another look.

The young man lowered his brows and eyes slightly, curled his palms into a fist, and gently stroked the scar between his palms with four fingers, and finally slowly and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

I don't know how long it has passed, a large rumbling sound resounded in the sky, before the eighth thunderbolt arrived, Yan Xiaoran suddenly staggered, feeling himself being embraced by two thin and powerful arms, he opened his eyes in a daze, A pair of slightly elongated phoenix eyes suddenly opened wide - that delicate and beautiful face unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes.

The young man's hair, which had always been meticulous, was a little messy, covering half of his face.Jing Fansheng hugged him tightly with one hand, and violently brushed away the black hair covering his face with the other, without giving the young man any time to react, he directly pressed his forehead against the young man's forehead.

In the deep pit where many corpses were piled up, two white-clothed youths hugged each other tightly forehead to forehead, their robes fluttering, hunting with the wind.

"Crack!" The eighth thunderbolt fell.

After the eighth thunderbolt fell, the dark clouds in the sky were so thick that they could no longer hang on the horizon.Lightning criss-crosses, thunder surges, and rumbling sounds can be heard endlessly.

After a long time——

"Crack—!" The ninth bolt of thunder fell.

"Kachacha——!" The tenth and No.11 thunders fell immediately, and the clouds in the sky still did not disperse, but kept gathering momentum and falling thunder.Intermittent, continuous reciprocation.

It is unknown how many days such a massive thunder tribulation lasted.When everything returned to calm, overlooking from a high altitude, a place where there was no grass on the Great Phoenix Mountain was blasted into a deep pit for a hundred miles around.