A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Meng Xianjue neither dodged nor dodged.

Just a little surprised in his heart, the situation was tense at the moment, he distractedly raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhong, saw that Wu Zhong was fighting with the empress, his heart relaxed a little, he took off the surrounding With a fierce ghostly aura, Jiang Zhu Wuye restrained his sharpness, and looked at Cheng Weiwan quietly.

Cheng Weiwan stood far away, his gaze was always on the purple charm on the back of Meng Xianjue's hand, and he said coldly, "Meng Xianjue, I have something to ask you."

Meng Xianjue was gentle and restrained only when he looked at Cheng Weiwan. He carefully put away the thorns on his body, and nodded: "Know everything without saying anything."

Cheng Weiwan looked at him: "Did you drop the charm on the back of your hand and the charm on the back of my neck?"

A little surprise flashed across Meng Xianjue's eyes for an instant, but the surprise was fleeting. His voice was as deep and soft as possible: "Yes."

As soon as Meng Xianjue finished speaking, Cheng Weiwan lowered his head and tried his best to adjust his breathing. The hand holding the spirit sword subconsciously tightened until the finger bones turned white and veins burst out.

Sensing Cheng Weiwan's forbearance, Meng Xianjue was slightly puzzled, but he still quietly waited for Cheng Weiwan's next question.

Cheng Weiwan exhaled: "What is this curse seal for?"

Meng Xianjue looked at him with a look like spring water: "Does your head still hurt? If it doesn't, it doesn't matter whether you know it or not."

All Cheng Weiwan's persistence and forbearance fell apart after the question was uttered, and he lost all patience in an instant, and suddenly raised his sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed Meng Xianjue straight.

"My pain is all thanks to you, you should know it the most," Cheng Weiwan tilted his head, his eyes were full of cold light, "Ling Siyao's spell can help me shield the pain, you can't see me in pain, disappointed ?”

Meng Xianjue's face changed slightly, and his heart was churning wantonly: "...Ling Siyao?"

Cheng Weiwan sent his sword forward, and said in a deep voice, "You mean that you don't want to tell me the effect of the spell?"

Meng Xianjue didn't dodge at all, just when he was about to speak, something happened at that moment.

When the tip of the sword was about to pierce Meng Xianjue's flesh, a hard barrier formed outside Meng Xianjue's body out of thin air, and a large number of complicated and difficult spells and incantations flowed outside the barrier. At that moment, Cheng Weiwan only felt a violent Intense pain and unbearable pressure.

He was bounced away by a strong force, and this force hit his heart directly, as if a lock had been placed in his heart, and the lock was tightened more and more, causing him unbearable colic pain.

Cheng Weiwan fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of bright red blood, but when the thought of attacking Meng Xianjue came to his mind again, the spell attacked again, like a shackle, firmly fastened from top to bottom. Trapping Cheng Weiwan, eroding his flesh and blood, sapping his will, making him miserable.

Seeing this, Meng Xianjue panicked. He subconsciously walked towards Cheng Weiwan, but because he approached Cheng Weiwan, it became more painful, and blood kept spilling from Cheng Weiwan's mouth. That appearance made Meng Xianjue feel panicked. , he frowned: "Wanwan..."

Cheng Weiwan didn't hear Meng Xianjue calling him, the pain as if his whole body was being pricked by needles made him burst into tears to wash away the blood at the corners of his eyes, this pain was even more unbearable than when the soul lock nail fell, However, Meng Xianjue didn't know it, and was still approaching him. The closer Meng Xianjue got closer, the more intense the pain, Cheng Weiwan put his head in his hands in pain, and couldn't help shouting: "Meng Xianjue, get out!"

Meng Xianjue was about to touch Cheng Weiwan's hand, but he froze in mid-air in an instant.

He saw Cheng Weiwan's eyes flushed with pain and forced to cry, he saw Cheng Weiwan dodge and retreat as he resisted his touch, he saw the bright flame emblem between Cheng Weiwan's eyebrows, he saw Cheng Weiwan shaking Standing up unsteadily, holding the sword, even under the extreme pain, he insisted on pointing the sword at him.

He saw the hatred in Cheng Weiwan's eyes that was hard to dispel and hard to hide.

When Meng Xianjue saw the bright red Fire Emblem, he later realized that it was the master-servant curse seal at work.

The master-servant seal is the restraint and restraint of the master to the servant. Generally, the spirit beast that has been branded under this contract must obey the master's order. Once the thoughts and thoughts of devouring the master arise, it must accept the punishment of the master-servant contract until it is punished by the master-servant contract. Tamed, smoothed out.

With a trembling voice, he shouted, "Wanwan, I'll save you."

Cheng Weiwan's hands were trembling with pain, but even so, he clenched his teeth, suppressed the crazily surging pain, met Meng Xianjue's gaze, gently opened and closed his lips, and whispered a spell .

The moment the lips were closed, silver light suddenly pierced through the darkness, shooting up into the sky behind Cheng Weiwan's back, and the light reflected on Cheng Weiwan's body, making him even more out of reach.

The silver light keeps elongating, splitting, overlapping, and intersecting, gradually weaving into a net.

The scope of this net is huge, gradually turning into a solid body, thin light into lines, like a net of heaven and earth, trapping those female ghosts who missed, as well as Wu Zhong and Ghost Empress who were fighting fiercely, and Meng Meng who was not far away from Cheng Weiwan. First feel as many as possible to live on the net.

The high-speed consumption of spiritual energy and the backlash from the curse seal of the master and servant made Cheng Weiwan almost lose his mind. He grabbed his forehead with one hand and poked his nails into his flesh. If possible, Cheng Weiwan really wanted to The thing in his mind that gave him such a headache that he wanted to die was grasped abruptly.

Meng Xianjue looked at Cheng Weiwan's distressed appearance, and let the net trap him inside. During a short distraction, Meng Xianjue found that those female ghosts struggling like dying fish were exposed to the outside. There is a purple curse mark branded on the skin.

This curse mark is a viscous and ugly purple color, and it is exactly the same as the one on the back of his hand and the back of Wanwan's neck.

The only difference is that the front and back are reversed.

What he gave to Cheng Weiwan was the Half-Life Talisman, which was a spell to divert the pain of the Soul Lock Nail and hide his guilt and apology.

But what these female ghosts have is a tricky and vicious trick, the puppet talisman, that has been passed down among ghost cultivators.

Coincidentally, the drawing method of the puppet talisman and the half-life talisman are the same. The only thing that can distinguish the two talismans is that the puppet talisman and the half-life talisman are upside down.

The one on the back of Meng Xianjue's hand, the one on the back of Cheng Weiwan's neck, and the one on the female ghost's body are upside down.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes and made up his mind.

Cheng Weiwan recognized the half-life talisman as a puppet talisman, and with Cheng Weiwan's intelligence, he might have already guessed that the talisman came from him, so he shot him.

Meng Xianjue stood still, letting the sky and the earth trap him, and he had already looked at Cheng Weiwan: "Wanwan, wait for me. I will terminate our master-servant contract."

He wanted to wait for this matter to end, but at the moment, he couldn't wait any longer.

Apart from the fact that Cheng Weiwan is delirious with pain at the moment, he also wants Cheng Weiwan to speak from the heart no matter what he says or does, instead of making Cheng Weiwan want to say or do something because of that spell. There are concerns and concerns.

Cheng Weiwan stood up with difficulty, leaning on the ground with his spiritual power, leaving only Meng Xianjue's shaky back, his voice seemed to be contained in his chest, and the pain seemed to be over, but Cheng Weiwan and Meng Xianjue knew it all.

The backlash of the master-servant contract will last for an entire hour.

Cheng Weiwan endured the pain that was about to tear him apart with his tenacious willpower, and his voice stabilized, he said softly: "Meng Xianjue, I used to think that you are different from everyone else, but you are in the quagmire. Spotless."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Meng Xianjue, and after seeing Meng Xianjue's stiff body, he looked away indifferently: "But I didn't expect that you are just hiding in the pool of swords, the sharpest and most hostile The heavy one."

After Cheng Weiwan finished all his words, he lost his mind and staggered for a while, but still rushed into the battle circle with his sword in hand, trying his best to kill this ghost lady, and then transfer his reputation and reputation to Zhang Chengcan's body, it is best to promote the smooth development of the plot, and then find out that annoying data flow, and go home smoothly.

"Ling Siyao, have you found the effect of this spell?"

"Not yet," Ling Siyao said with his head in a state of desperation, wishing he could have three heads and six arms, while wiping his sweat, "there are very few records about this kind of spell, I can't find it, give me some time."

Cheng Weiwan said yes softly.

He was exhausted to the extreme, his face was beginning to show signs of depression, and he could no longer withstand any storms.

I only hope that Meng Xianjue Nian can give him a chance to go home and have a look because of the face he helped him a lot at the beginning.

Meng Xianjue didn't pick up Cheng's words, he stood in the net made of silver thread, with a delicate and sharp dagger hidden in his hand.

Cheng Weiwan raised his sword and stabbed at the female ghost, but Meng Xianjue raised his dagger...and stabbed at his left rib.

The pain invaded his body, he didn't feel it at all, his eyes were only on Cheng Weiwan who was far away from him.

In an instant, a brilliant red-gold light swept across the sky, and Cheng Weiwan's eyes were blinded for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

When he opened his eyes again, he only saw that the female ghost in the wedding dress was wearing flowing fire, and the wedding dress was glowing red and gold. The flames formed wings behind her, and her eyes turned red and black like fire. Her hair was fluttering wantonly in the wind, and the silk belt around her waist was trying to spread around, creating a spectacular and brilliant scene.

The female ghost's voice was still so soft, she released her ghost energy, blocking the direction of Cheng Weiwan's sword path: "Don't hurt her."

Cheng Weiwan had a splitting headache, and his face was extremely ugly: "Don't hurt her? Do you know how many girls she has taken the lives of after being here for so many years!"

The female ghost bit her lower lip lightly, she seemed to be at a loss for words, but she still refused to let go.

In the stalemate between them, one person and one ghost, a hoarse roar suddenly came from behind the wedding dress female ghost: "Hate, I hate you!"

The female ghost in the wedding dress suddenly turned her head back, Cheng Weiwan took advantage of this gap, pierced the ghost energy, and sent the sword forward at an extremely fast speed, because the spiritual energy turned into the sword, the sword carried the powerful power of burning the ghost, and went straight to the sword. Empress wedged against the cave wall.

Death energy and ghost energy overflowed crazily from the body that had a big hole pierced by the spirit sword.

The violent wind lifted the sleeves of the Ghost Empress, revealing her curse marks wrapped in the dark tattered robe.

On one arm, there are densely packed dark purple and terrifying spells.

Cheng Weiwan felt a chill down his spine.

He reasonably suspected that the spell was not only on her arms, but also on her legs, her face, her neck, her torso.

Cheng Weiwan suppressed the tingling fear, endured the sharp pain of tearing, and looked up at the empress.

The empress was nailed to the mountain wall, unable to move, she seemed to be unconscious, but her lips opened and closed with difficulty, as if driven by resentment, she kept repeating: "Sister, why is it my sister, why is she alive!"

The female ghost was taken aback.

Cheng Weiwan was also stunned.

The female ghost bit her lower lip lightly.

However, at this moment, the female ghost turned her head with all her strength, and the flowing flames were like rushing water in a long river. The rushing flames wrapped the two of them tightly in it. It lasted for nearly a cup of tea, and in the end, all that was left in the hands of the female ghost was a flame spell, and the ghost lady who had been bound by the flames and could not move.

When the wind stopped, the female ghost's flying black long hair, and the corners of Cheng Weiwan's clothes that were floating in the air all fell down one after another.

In the next second, Cheng Weiwan put the long sword across the female ghost's neck, his eyes were as cold as ice: "What is your purpose?"

Ling Siyao's voice also rang in his ears at the same time: "Wanwan, bear with it, the curse seal I gave you to shield you from pain is no longer valid."

Cheng Weiwan was slightly taken aback.

It's just the pain of sore muscles, nothing else.

What he thought, the pain that was about to tear the master-servant seal that was about to tear away, and the pain that the soul-locking nail was about to pierce his mind as expected, did not appear.

Out of thin air, Meng Xianjue's face of trying to hide the pain and sorrow and pretending not to care when he said that Ling Siyao helped him shield the pain appeared in his mind.

He held the sword, not daring to turn his head.

The author has something to say: Miserable.