Devil of Transmigration

3000 years ago, the demon world invaded the human world on a large scale.

In order to resist the monsters, various sects suffered heavy losses, and the elite disciples lost a lot. Many sects lost their foundations due to this battle, and have since declined.

Although that battle ended with the victory of the human world, driving the monsters back to the demon world, and re-sealing the gaps in the three worlds, but until today, all the cultivators have talked about the demons.

The majestic Tianxuanzong has infiltrated a spy from the devil world. If it gets out, where will the face be saved?

Elder Wen raised his willow eyebrows slightly, and pointed his index finger at Shangfang Qiong's forehead: "Say."

say what?Fang Qiong was a little confused:

"I, I'm not a demon."

"Then don't blame me for being cruel." After saying this, Elder Wen's index finger on Fang Qiong's forehead began to emit a little light.

It's soul searching.

Yuan and Zhenren glanced at each other, but did not speak.

"Elder Wen." Bai Ling said.

Immediately, Fang Qiong and Elder Wen's eyes focused on Bai Ling.

Actually, Bai Ling was a little confused.

This scene never happened before.

He didn't understand why it was different from the description in the novel, but Bai Ling felt that if he didn't do anything, the protagonist would probably die.

Anxious in his heart, but still calm on the face, Bai Ling began to make nonsense: "Elder Wen, Fang Qiong is so young, maybe he was tricked by a monster and got close to him, so he accidentally got a devil's energy—"

That's right, it's not impossible, Elder Wen thought.

Seeing that Elder Wen's expression softened a little, Bai Ling also breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew Fang Qiong before, and I saw a young man haunting Fang Qiong; I didn't care at the time, but now that I think about it, I always feel that the young man There is a strange feeling in the behavior."

"How to say?"

"My mother's subordinates fought against him, but they were defeated by the young man. In the entire world of cultivating immortals, there are not many young monks who can defeat Jindan, and that subordinate once said that he had never heard of this young man before. What's more The important point is that the weapon used by that young man does not seem to have been tempered."

Not a refiner?Elder Wen's face froze, he was afraid that the boy was the real monster.Then he asked, "Where is that boy now?"

Naturally, Bai Ling didn't know.

"If you tell where the monster is, Tianxuanzong will let it go." Elder Wen's index finger touched Fang Qiong's forehead again.

To say or not to say?

Fang Qiong trembled all over.

——If you don’t speak, you will die.

From the bottom of my heart, there was another thin, shrill voice, that faint voice seemed to be a group of silk threads slowly winding Shangfang Qiong's heart.

No, Xuanli him...

——Say it out, Xuanli is a demon.

but……

——You don't blame him?

His mother's death had nothing to do with him!

--Really?

--Do you believe it?

——He could have saved his mother, he could have.Think about it, what did he do?

I……

—He is not credible, go ahead, go ahead.

Cold sweat crept up his forehead, and Fang Qiong's face was pale.

"He, he's outside the city."

——Look, speaking out is not as difficult as imagined.

A voice from the bottom of my heart let out a short laugh, and then fell silent.

Fang Qiong looked at the figures of the elders going away, without saying a word.

The shackles on her body have been untied, but Fang Qiong always feels that something is bound forever.

Bai Ling was happy at the side for his witty rescue of the protagonist Jun; he was already a rough-headed person, and when only Fang Qiong and himself were left, he couldn't help but go up to show his presence: "Long time no see, Fang Joan, I was really scared to death before, but luckily I'm smart—”

"Shut up." Fang Qiong's lips parted slightly.

"what?"

The previous voice was too low, Bai Ling didn't hear a single word.

Fang Qiong paused, ignored Bai Ling, who was playing tricks, walked up to Yuan He, knelt down, and asked, "Will he die?"

Yuanhe Zhenren: "Who?" Then he suddenly realized, "You mean that demon? Of course, even a demon master, with the cooperation of several major sects of cultivating immortals, there is absolutely no possibility of survival."

Yuan Hezhen's words were no less than a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

The hands on the knees were clenched into fists with such strength that they left a few white crescents on the palms.

The area around the eye sockets was hot, as if the heart was being held in someone's hand, and it was about to burst.

Fang Qiong suppressed this feeling as much as possible, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Master, disciple, disciple wants to change his name."

"Whatever you want." Yuan Hezhen leaned on the pillar in the hall and asked, "What's your name?"

what is it call?

Yes, what is it called?

With bitterness in her throat, Fang Qiong thought, just pretend that the previous self is completely dead.

He raised his head, his eyes were firm: "Fang Wuhen."

"'No love, no hate, no anger, we live together in the breeze', that's right, I like this name." Savoring "No Hate", Yuan He laughed, "You are worthy of my fate."

Bai Ling, who was always on the side as the background board, roared in his heart: Damn, please take a group photo, please keep the photo! ! !

Taking a panoramic view of the excitement of the two, Fang Qiong, oh, should be called Fang Wuhen now, lowered her head, and sneered in her heart.

——No hate means no life without hate.

Xuanli started fishing out of boredom.

Oh my god, he will be forced to fish one day.

Xuanli sighed bitterly.

Forget it, it's just passing the time.

I don't know what happened to Fang Qiong.

To be honest, he actually didn't want Fang Qiong to be selected.

Who told him to be a cannon fodder?Isn't it good to be an ordinary person for a lifetime?I have to go to cultivate the fairy of Lao Shizi.

Leaving aside whether he can really ascend in the end, with the protagonist's cute pet, what if he meets the protagonist?

Ugh.

this kid.

Fish floats up and down on the crystal clear water.

Is it windy?

Alas, none of them.

……wrong.

The alarm sounded in his heart, and he immediately stood up and retreated quickly, Xuanli watched three huge lightsabers descend from the sky, "booming" into the place where he was before.

Gravels splashed everywhere, and the sword energy of the lightsaber swept over.

Forced to turn over in mid-air to avoid the sword energy, there was another sound of piercing the air behind him.

Oops, ambushed.

Summoning Hanxue and blocking him behind him, the spiritual power in his body circulated, forming a layer of protection behind him.

"boom--"

A golden light flashed, knocking Xuanli away with one blow.

The overbearing golden light directly broke through the protection and hit Xuanli's back vest.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and before Xuanli understood what was going on, he hit the mountain wall.

"Kacha——" the opposite mountain wall suddenly formed spider web cracks with Xuanli as the center.

The cracks still had a tendency to spread, and the gravel crackled and fell down the cliff.

The force of the impact was too great, Xuanli suddenly felt his world spinning, and there was only a "humming" sound in his ears.

Fang Qiong?

Xuanli vaguely remembered a person in his mind.

"Is this the monster? It seems that it is nothing more than that."

A disdainful male voice came from below the cliff.

A rather young boy held a bow engraved with runes in his right hand, stood below, looked up at the motionless Xuanli, and sneered: "It's just a blow, it seems to be dead, what? Ah, thanks to everyone being so nervous."

Elder Wen couldn't help rolling his eyes at the side, covered his nose with his sleeves, and squinted at the young man with contempt: "If the town's treasures are useless, then the world of cultivating immortals will really be over."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then coughed lightly, and turned his head as if to cover up.

"Don't be careless." Another middle-aged man with a long beard looked dignified, and the sword in his hand was shining brightly in the sun. "He should not be weak."

"Seven Star Formation, set up the formation." With a shout, seven sword-wielding monks wearing disciple uniforms appeared above the middle-aged man.

After receiving the instruction, the seven monks stimulated the spiritual power in their bodies, using their own spiritual power as the source and sword energy as the supplement, adjusted their positions, and carefully surrounded Xuanli.

surrounded.

Only then did Xuanli realize it.

So, is it Fang Qiong?

……

Forget it, let's find a way to escape first.

I really want to go home.

I really miss Lord Mozun.

I don't want to come out, it hurts so much.

Wanting to cry aggrievedly, couldn't help sobbing for a while, Xuanli still held Hanxue, and looked at the so-called "Seven Star Array".

The Seven Star Formation is composed of seven monks. These monks have different spiritual power attributes and different sword skills, but they complement each other and are indispensable.

Moreover, once the seven-star array changes, it coincides with the way of yin and yang, and it will be endless, so it is most suitable for besieging and chasing.

In other words, if you want to leave, the bottom ones are not the most troublesome, but the top ones are the most troublesome.

Xuanli thought.

While dealing with the Seven Star Formation, he also had to avoid the sneak attack of a few people on the side.

Xuanli's body was stained in a short while.

too tired.

Taking a deep breath, dodging the long sword drawn by a certain girl, and sending Hanxue out, deflecting a golden arrow shot from below, Xuanli accidentally stepped on the death gate of the Seven Star Formation.

Oops.

The seven-star formation shrank suddenly, and five different kinds of sword energies gathered together formed a magic circle and rushed towards them.

Kankan used Hanxue to resist the sharpness of the five swords, and then the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared pierced the aura with a sword, piercing the heart, Xuanli's pupils shrank suddenly.

"scoff"

Then adjusted the angle to avoid the vital point, but still couldn't avoid it.

The sound of the sword piercing the flesh sounded.

Reluctantly accumulating strength and opening the middle-aged man with a palm, Xuanli felt that he had almost reached the limit when he was shivered by the sharp pain when the sword left his body.

He lowered his hand, with the tip of Hanxue's knife pointing down.

"Can I ask why you want to kill me?"

While healing the middle-aged man, Elder Wen smiled sarcastically: "You are a devil. Do you need a reason to kill you?"

Xuanli was silent for a while, then said: "But I didn't hurt anyone before."

"A demon is a demon. Humans and demons are incompatible. We don't need a reason to kill you."

No need for a reason?

Xuanli was a little confused, blinked, and repeated aggrievedly: "I didn't hurt anyone before..."

The ones who answered him were the seven sword tips of the Seven Star Formation shining with cold light.

...Um, will it be rebuilt?

Xuanli stared blankly at the tip of the sword getting closer and closer to him, and couldn't help but wander away from his thoughts.

"Why are you standing there? Lower your head." A magnetic male voice suddenly came from behind.