After the rebirth, the dead enemy became my master

Above the magic pavilion, the snow is falling.

The visitor was dressed in a black robe, with a black chain wrapped around his neck, his eyes were lowered, and he said respectfully: "My lord, Fang Qingze has indeed died in the execution ground."

He Yi heard this, raised his eyes, and said slowly: "The cause of death?"

"It's roughly the punishment of heaven."

——The punishment of heaven, the only torture in the fairy world.

The tortured person has to bear one hundred and eight thunderbolts, destroy the meridians of his whole body, and throw away his eyes.Fang Qingze is just an ordinary monk, it is reasonable to be unable to make it through, but...

"What did he do wrong?"

Na Moxiu replied: "No one knows except the executioner."

The only person in heaven who has the right to execute is the emperor.However, He Yi is the leader of the Demon Realm, and the Emperor wished for him to die. If he went to the Heaven Realm to find out, he would be besieged and suppressed.

He Yi said with a smile: "This seat is also curious. Fang Qingze only knows how to read books and draw pictures on weekdays. His cultivation base may have long been abandoned, and he is almost the same as ordinary people. What kind of taboo can he violate to make the emperor so angry."

He Yi's tone was unhurried, as if talking about family affairs, Moxiu thought for a while, and said: "My lord, Fang Qingze's body..."

"Buried in the Demon Pavilion, he also made some good suggestions."

"Do you need to open another land?"

He Yi shook his head.

After Moxiu left, He Yi fell on the bed, thinking about how to make Fang Qingze die decently.The people under him died without peace, and it would be too embarrassing to spread the word.

Suddenly, the silver light shines on the face, and He Yi's pupils constrict.

——A sharp sword was in front of him, and the blade was aimed directly at the vitals.

He Yi was surprised in his heart: "Who can sneak into my bedroom without a sound?!"

He raised his eyes, and saw a man wearing a mask with blue fangs and white belts around his hands. His whole body was completely covered. There was neither demonic energy nor the aura of other monks on his body. He should be a big man in his own way.And just now, an enchantment has been placed around his bedroom.

He Yi's body was tightly attached to the bed, and the man's sword was also tightly attached to his skin.

He Yi pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I don't know you before, could it be that you have found the wrong person?"

The man's tone was flat: "I also wanted to be strangers to you."

"It just so happens that what happened today didn't happen to us, how about it?" He Yi said calmly.

"You are not afraid of death." The man sneered.

"Everyone is afraid of death. I am not a god, but I am also afraid."

These words seemed to touch the man's scar, the sword plunged into the flesh, and blood gushed out immediately, splashing everywhere.

"Then I will kill you today!"

He Yi didn't change his face: "...wait a moment, unfortunately, recently a military adviser under my command died in a miserable state, I don't want to be like him, please answer me a few questions."

"There is only one answer to all the questions." The man gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I bear the mistakes you He Yi made?!"

Before the words fell, He Yi held the sword in his hand, let the blood stain his red sleeves, and said: "I would rather commit suicide than trouble you."

"—You!" When the blade penetrated into the palm of He Yi's hand, He Yi mobilized his whole body's spiritual power and condensed it into the sea of ​​consciousness.

It's good to practice crooked ways - you can switch identities at will.

He Yi showed his face and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for giving me advice."

The words are finished, and the consciousness is gone. Maybe it is the last flashback. He Yi heard the man suppress his anger and said: "The soul is out of the body, and you will be reborn? Okay! I will catch these ten things back! Go through hell all of them!"

He Yi's soul wandered outside for a few days, but he still couldn't find a suitable host.

He searched for two days, until he stopped above a tavern, as if his body was entangled by something, He Yi struggled to no avail, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he lost consciousness.

The voices are noisy, and the images in front of you are distorted.Every step seemed to be stepping on the cotton, three steps one crooked, five steps one down, He Yi barely cheered up, when someone beside him laughed and said: "Drunk fool!"

"Hey, I really don't know why Shen Xianjun accepted such an apprentice, isn't it an eyesore?"

"How can it be an eyesore, how handsome the family is, and it's quite interesting to tease fools, come here, He Yi, come here."

Words like calling a dog came to He Yi's ears, he squinted his eyes, looked at the blurry figure waving to him three meters away, and staggered over.

"Look, be more obedient." The man and his colleagues praised him.

"But why do I feel that his eyes..."

——He Yi stared at the man, his eyes were extremely dark, if he ignored his sloppy footsteps, this state did not look like drunk at all.

"Haha, what can he have—"

Before he finished speaking, the man was slapped to the ground by He Yi, and He Yi kicked him hard in the stomach again, the man screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

What he saw was still a blur, but the surrounding area was much quieter.

The original body was a fool, also named He Yi, weak in body, at the moment he was in the tavern, and was given a lot of alcohol - that's all He Yi knew so far.

There seemed to be two evil fires rushing in his body, at this moment he just wanted to find a cool place to dissipate heat.

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded in the air, followed by sword shadows and screams.

He Yi followed the voice and saw a figure in white walking between the figure in Xuanyi, and the two were fighting hard.The man in Xuanyi was surrounded by demonic energy, he was obviously a demon cultivator in the infancy stage, and he didn't know how to hide his breath.

He could have taken advantage of the chaos to leave this place, but there was a scream of "Ah--", the sound was so loud that it pierced the sky.Attracted the attention of the audience.

He Yi was shocked by the scream and his eyes regained clarity for a moment. He looked - it turned out that a person was trying to escape while taking advantage of the confusion, but he was struck to death by the demon cultivator's palm.The man's neck showed a strange curvature, his lips were wide open, and he would not rest in peace.

He Yi looked at this scene, frowning, and caught a glimpse of the figure in white, his body seemed to be struck by lightning—this person was dressed in plain clothes, with a high crown of hair, and skin like creamy fat. feel.At this moment, he was holding the hilt of the sword in his forehand, and the cold air was overflowing.

Fang Qingze!

He Yi's pupils constricted and he gritted his teeth.

Alright, in order to let you die vigorously and magnanimously, I abandoned my original body, but you are still fucking alive!

The fight between the two was in full swing, and suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the window and rushed to the gate.

He Yi stared at the entrance, only to see a demon break in, holding a small object in his hand.There was another wave of screaming in the hall.

At this time, Moxiu's spiritual power was obviously exhausted, and Fang Qingze was preparing for the final finishing touch.

The dark arrow flew out quietly, and charged towards Fang Qingze!

He Yi knew that the hidden arrow contained a strong poison, once it got on it, all the meridians would be destroyed, and the person would be useless.

He Yi thought: "Fang Qingze, I will save you once."

In the blink of an eye, He Yi grabbed the chopsticks beside him and threw them out. The chopsticks collided with the hidden arrow in the air, making a violent muffled noise!

The back arrow was deflected, turned into a shadow, and went straight under the tower-shaped wine jars, breaking through the tiles.

Moxiu immediately froze in place, and Fang Qingze also stopped moving.

——The words fell, and in the next second, more than ten jars collapsed and fell to the ground.

The crackling sound continued and was deafening.

The scene was so spectacular that the audience was silent.

After the jar was broken, the hall was still silent.

He Yi breathed in the air that smelled of wine, and looked at Fang Qingze.

Coincidentally, Fang Qingze was also looking at him.

Fang Qingze's eyes were light and clear, like a pool of spring water with no impurities in it, and because of this, He Yi couldn't see what he was thinking.

He Yi and Fang Qingze looked at each other for a long time, until the tavern became lively again, He Yi looked away.

At this moment, the two demon cultivators had already fled.

He Yi looked at his hands shaking like chaff, and thought, "This body is too weak."

Amidst the noise, He Yi couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Dimly, I saw a figure approaching, possessing the body, testing his breath, followed by a refreshing fragrance.

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