Messing with his own male protagonist

Xuan Zifang and Situ Hong chatted until the moon was dark and the wind was high before they would give up. After Situ Hong finished telling the news he found in the spirit beast garden, he dragged Xuan Zifang and chatted for a long time unwilling to be lonely. The pain of having a poor image and no one to confide in, finally let Xuan Zifang leave with satisfaction, and agreed on a date for the next meeting.

When Xuan Zifang left Baitiao Peak, his ears were still buzzing. He rubbed his head and sat cross-legged on the flying sword, trying to recall the few useful words Situ Hong said.

After leaving Baitiao Peak, Xuan Zifang slapped his head: "Fuck! Why did I forget to see Ao Chi? I've been with Brother Situ for a long time, and I even forgot the original purpose..." Knocked In his own head, Xuan Zifang sighed heavily, seeing that it was night, if he didn't go back, his uncle might be tortured.

I haven't seen each other for two years, and the uncle is still the peerless and independent uncle, and even promoted to Jindan... and Xuan Zifang is still the same Xuan Zifang who didn't make much progress. After increasing the distance, it was only when I saw Su Ji that the gap still existed, and it was even getting bigger and bigger.

Xuan Zifang rubbed his face in distress, and suddenly there was a light mist in front of his eyes, like a net, engulfing him.

With the peach soul fan in hand, Xuan Zifang looked around vigilantly, calmed down, and released a ray of consciousness.

But his consciousness hadn't gone very far, as if he had been burned by a ball of flames, it hurt Xuan Zifang's nerves.Xuan Zifang shook his head immediately, before he even had time to cry out for pain, he quickly withdrew that ray of consciousness, but the other party was so powerful that the flame that could burn the consciousness chased the consciousness all the way, and when Xuan Zifang retracted it, Taking the opportunity to sneak into Xuan Zifang's sea of ​​consciousness, "Damn!!"

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was like a spark of fire, burning so that Xuan Zifang almost lost the strength to open his eyes, the pain invaded every sense organ, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Xuan Zifang's mouth, and even the flying sword was unsteady. fell down.

Xuan Zifang clenched his teeth, even if he wanted to die, he would open his eyes to see which bastard was sneaking up on him, but he opened his eyes with all his strength, and there was nothing in front of him except a faint mist.

"Who!" Xuan Zifang bit his lower lip tightly, gasping for breath, the spiritual power in his body was pushed to the extreme, and most of the spiritual power used for the sea of ​​consciousness was like a mud cow into the sea, without much effect.The pain in consciousness and body could not be alleviated much, but instead caused his spiritual power to be consumed sharply, Xuan Zifang was cruel, and saved the remaining spiritual power, not to relieve the trauma of the sea of ​​consciousness anymore.He raised his head, took a deep breath and shouted: "I don't even have the heart to trample an ant to death! How much hatred can I have with Your Excellency! I must be tortured to death! Did you admit the wrong person?"

In the quiet space, there was only the sound of Xuan Zifang's heavy breathing, and Xuan Zifang tightly held the handle of the Peach Soul Fan.After an unknown amount of time, the man's hoarse and deep voice slowly whispered in Xuan Zifang's ear: "How can we not avenge the wounded?"

Vengeance of the wounded?

"Hmm!" Xuan Zifang turned his head abruptly, and saw a man wearing a black cloak with an indistinct face squatting beside him like a ghost.

At some point, the man's thin and strong hand grabbed Xuan Zifang's right hand that was holding the peach soul fan handle tightly, and said with a sneer, "You want to report the news while the deity is distracted? You don't have this chance."

Xuan Zifang wanted to cry but had no tears, his consciousness felt like being pricked by dense needles, his wrist was held again, and his intentions were seen through, nothing could be more unlucky than this!

But soon, Xuanzi realized that there was actually something more unlucky...

The man in black seemed to be holding something in his other hand. He pinched Xuan Zifang's chin forcefully, forcing him to open his mouth slightly, and then threw the thing in his hand into Xuan Zifang's mouth.Xuan Zifang suddenly felt as if something soft and wriggling had crawled into his throat, making him want to vomit, but the man in black covered his mouth with his hand, watched his Adam's apple move up and down, and swallowed the thing Go down and let go of your hand.

Xuan Zifang saw the pale, beardless chin under the hood of the man in black.

He doesn't look old, but this person said that he has revenge against wounded disciples... wounded disciples... He seems to have dealt a heavy blow to one person, but that was two years ago...

Xuan Zifang woke up suddenly: "You are the ancestor of Guitao!?"

I have a go!The master of the Seven Killing Sect, Liu Min, the perverted master, is the legendary No. 1 contemporary demon cultivator!

Xuan Zifang burst into tears, his legs gave way, and he fell directly in front of the ancestor of Sui Tao, his handsome face came into close contact with the earth that smelled of green grass.Xuan Zifang pouted his mouth full of mud, raised his head with difficulty, and the ordinary face of the ancestor of Guitao appeared in his line of sight.Xuan Zifang subconsciously thought that this must not be the true face of the ancestor of Guitao, but his head hurt too much. Before he had time to think about it, he heard the ancestor of Guitao sneer: "I really don't know how Min'er lost to you, So vulnerable."

"He lost...not because I was strong..." Xuan Zifang hated this kind of behavior of being condescending and making comments the most, and said angrily: "It's because he himself is too proud and arrogant, which is a common problem of the strong... ...especially you demon cultivators!"

"Smart words." Patriarch Guitao stepped on Xuan Zifang's head, and with a little force, he could easily be crushed to death.However, the ancestor of Wei Tao didn't do that, he lowered his head to appreciate Xuan Zifang's expression of pain and struggle, but he was a little disappointed.

Although Xuan Zifang was in unbearable pain from body to spirit, especially the sea of ​​consciousness, the pain was so numb.But the more he got to this kind of time, he was talking nonsense, but he thought of several escape plans in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said with hatred in his heart: One day, he will pay back ten times and a hundred times this humiliation!

He knew that the ancestor of Gui Tao would never kill him, how could it take so long for him to kill him?The thing he gave himself to eat was probably useful for something else.

Xuan Zifang exerted all his spiritual power to wrap the wriggling disgusting thing. If there was time, he might still be able to take this thing out after getting rid of the old ancestor of Wei Tao!

After thinking about the countermeasures, Xuan Zifang blinked, panting and said: "If you want to kill, kill it, the dignified and treacherous patriarch, can't you even have a good time!"

"Little baby, the provocative method doesn't work for this deity." The ancestor of Sui Tao had a hoarse voice, grabbed Xuan Zifang's hair with his hands, and sneered: "There is no need to do such a meaningless little move in front of this deity, this one of this deity Pulling the soul likes to eat spiritual power, the more you resist with spiritual power, the better it will be nourished."

"I'll go!" Xuan Zifang glared bitterly at Patriarch Sui Tao who was with the old god, he had never heard of Soul Pulling, but he could tell from the name that it was not a good thing!This time, I'm afraid it's really going to fall into the hands of the ancestor of Wei Tao, but... a smile slowly appeared on Xuan Zifang's lips, "According to the time, it's almost time..."

"What did you say?" Patriarch Sui Tao frowned.

"Hey..." Xuan Zifang didn't answer, but closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

In the pitch-black night sky, thousands of white and light snowflakes suddenly drifted down. The snowflakes dispersed the mist in the mountains and formed a thin layer on the ground after a while.These snowflakes are filled with spiritual power, not to mention dispelling the mist, but also suppressing the wisps of death energy entangled in the mountains.A bright and mighty sword light flashed in the air, and the spiritual pressure descended from the sky, and it became more and more surging, making people almost breathless...

There was a trace of resentment on the face of the ancestor of Guitao, he gave the half-dead Xuan Zifang a cold look, turned into a cloud of black mist, and rolled into the darkness.

Xuan Zifang breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head, just in time to see Su Ji walking towards him.

Su Ji frowned all the time, and after helping Xuan Zifang up, he put his palm against his back, and the spiritual power poured into Xuan Zifang's body continuously as if he didn't need money. Seeing Xuan Zifang twisting his body constantly, he sank He shouted: "Don't move!"

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Zifang called weakly.

Su Ji ignored him, and only put away his spiritual power when he felt that it was about the same, and said with an anger that Xuan Zifang had never seen before: "Who did it?"

"Yes..." Xuan Zifang was about to say the name of the ancestor of Guitao when he felt a piercing pain. He sucked in a breath of cold air, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and his whole chest was filled with blood. It is easy to suppress. "Say, I can't tell..."

Su Ji also saw that something was wrong with Xuan Zifang, and his spiritual power wandered through Xuan Zifang's body carefully for a week, and finally found a very thin mass of dead spirit in Xuan Zifang's dantian, "The method of demonic cultivation? If you say half a sentence about that person, your meridians will burst and you will explode and die?"

"It's almost like this. Just when I was about to say it, my heart hurts." Xuan Zifang replied honestly, and gave Su Ji a pitiful look.

"You can't say it, I'll say it for you." Su Ji wiped Xuan Zifang's muddy face, with a hint of distress in his eyes, "Is it someone from the Seven Killings?"

Xuan Zifang opened his mouth, then nodded in admiration.

"Except for the Seven Killing Sect, there is no other sect of magic cultivators who dare to fight against the Supreme Sect." Su Ji snorted coldly, "If he can retreat under my Fengxue Sword Intent, I am afraid that this person is an elder or above Character. You can't even fight back with a half-stroke, and you can't make a move with the dragon-binding formation, this person is very likely to be the Patriarch of the Seven Killers."

Xuan Zifang nodded vigorously. If it wasn't for the sprained wrist, he really wanted to applaud Su Ji again.

"Uncle, you are amazing..."

Su Ji had a straight face, and threw Xuan Zifang onto Feng Xuejian like a chicken: "He didn't intend to kill you, but you still dare to take the risk of passing a ray of spiritual consciousness to Huliuju? If you are caught halfway The old ancestor of Wei Tao found out that if you cut off your spiritual consciousness, in severe cases, it may kill you."

"I just want to inform my uncle..." Xuan Zifang quickly explained: "Old Patriarch Guitao attacked his consciousness once, so I guessed he wouldn't attack a second time, he thought I wouldn't dare to let go And he has used all his spiritual sense on me to detect that... that thing, and is calculating when I will run out of spiritual energy."

Although Xuan Zifang did guess right, the ancestor of Guitao was very strong against him with his spiritual sense, and now his sea of ​​consciousness is too injured, and it may not be healed after ten days and half a month, so the ancestor of Guitao is sure of Xuanzi Fang didn't dare to use his spiritual sense anymore, and Xuan Zifang found a loophole.However, this method was still too risky. Su Ji's face became uglier the more he heard it, his cold eyes seemed to turn into two ice arrows, and his eyes fell on Xuan Zifang, wanting to poke him a few holes.

Xuan Zifang also knew that he was a little overbearing this time, he tugged on Su Ji's sleeve, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Master... I've made you worry again."

Su Ji glanced at him, and said calmly: "I have to report what happened tonight to the head teacher. You are seriously injured, so go back and practice "Ming Concubine Volume" three times."

Xuan Zifang was stunned: "How can I practice "Ming Fei Juan" by myself?"

Su Ji acted as if he didn't hear it, and continued: "I will check your homework when I come back."

After finishing speaking, the corners of Su Ji's lips twitched, no matter how much Xuan Zifang criticized and pleaded behind him, he would never respond.