They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

As soon as this remark came out, many people talked about it. Mo Nianhuan, a well-known trash, actually possessed the ancient artifact, the Returning Fan? !

"I heard that Guixu Fan is arrogant by nature and only recognizes one master in his life, but he actually recognizes Mo Nianhuan as master?"

"No wonder Mo Nianhuan went with Ling Xiaozong when he went down the mountain to catch the water ghost that day. I heard that Mo Nianhuan seemed to have found the trace of the water ghost. He probably has some skills."

"Could it be that the spirituality of the Guixu Fan's magical artifact has greatly increased Mo Nianhuan's cultivation?"

"Regardless of whether we have spirituality or not, it is difficult for us to get close to Mo Nianhuan now. It is an ancient artifact returning to the ruins. The incarnation of the ancient divine beast phoenix is ​​equivalent to having the protection of a divine beast. Then who can get close? I guess I can't even beat the Jindan state. .”

"...Then wouldn't he be able to reach the realm we desire without practicing? Hey, in terms of the importance of having a good master, you don't need to practice."

"Lucky."

Mo Nianhuan could hear the murmurs in his ear clearly, what is the importance of having a good master, and what is it that you don't need to practice?What is really lucky.He really wanted salted fish, but now he couldn't do what he wanted. Ever since he ate the magic fruit, he had unintentionally completely strangled his dream of seeing salted fish as a phoenix at the beginning.

Since Shen Yuanyu gave him Guixu, there was a lot of confusion waiting for him to solve. The plot in the original text can no longer be used, and it all depends on him to promote the plot.

Even the current Xianmen Conference has a task for him to get some Linlang lock, saying that after getting it, he can see something.

But he didn't want to at all, he just wanted to be a quiet salted fish, responsible for eating, drinking, and messing around.At most, someone would get angry when someone bullied the sect or said bad things about Shen Yuanyu or the juniors when they said bad things about the sect, but he really didn't want to care about other things at all.

But well...

The one in front of him is calm, and if the cannon fodder does not go offline for a day, he may cause some troubles. Since Guixu said that he can win by fighting casually, then he can fight casually.

He walked up to Shen Shen and curled his lips into a smile: "Fenglin Shen's Mo Nianhuan, Golden Core Realm."

On the high platform, Mo Nianhuan was dressed in red, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and his tone was casual but somewhat flamboyant.

The composure under the mask reveals hatred, and the eyes full of hatred are inadvertently stained with black hostility, which is difficult to catch in a flash.Why is Mo Nianhuan so arrogant, why is he going to be trampled under the feet of this unbounded trash, why is Mo Nianhuan able to become the apprentice of Immortal Qingyuan, even though his talent is the best, And why can't he!

Last time he suffered a loss and took out the Shelongling, and now he was implicated by the Shelongling and became the wanted object of the immortal sect. He was not reconciled. With his talent, he would be able to take on big things during the holidays, but this waste fell into the trap. The eyes of Xianjun Qingyuan.

He is too unwilling.

It's just that he has a Guixu fan, that is, the divine power of the Guixu fan is resisting him. He wants to see what Mo Nianhuan can show to resist him this time.

"The Guixu Fan is a divine weapon transformed from an ancient beast. It is easy to crush me at this Golden Core stage. So even if Senior Brother Nian Huan and I have the same cultivation level as me, it is not considered a junior brother bullying you. The Lengcao is bold here Challenge Senior Brother Nian Huan, dare I ask Senior Brother, would you like to compete with me?"

Listening to these words, Mo Nianhuan felt that his current calm EQ was even worse. He provoked people by beating around the bush to underline himself and belittle others.It is said that the Guixu fan is an ancient artifact, that is to say, even if you compete with him, you are not competing with him, but with his fan.

He didn't like to hear what he said.

"Of course." Mo Nian laughed, relaxed: "Let's make a move."

Then he wants to see what treasure Shen Zhuo will bring out to deal with him now, and he can also hide his name and wear a mask to join other sects just to compete with him.

Do you want to kill him that much?

Then he didn't want everyone to be happy.

He drew his sword calmly and quickly, facing Mo Nianhuan's death directly.I saw a cold light flashing across the sword, with a harsh luster, it was a more powerful attack than before, and it carried an indescribable coldness, aggressive but sticky and cold.

"Return to the Ruins!" The moment Mo Nianhuan's lips sank slightly, the smile disappeared from his eyes, and he called out the Return to the Ruins Fan in a deep voice.

In an instant, a black-bone red-faced fan suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and he unfolded the fan with a 'swish', turned slightly sideways, held the fan with his backhand, and used the fan to block the calm attack.

The sword light collided with the Phoenix Returning to the Ruins Fan, emitting dazzling brilliance.

It's just that the brilliance of the ancient phoenix is ​​too dazzling and hot, directly engulfing the calm sword light. The moment the phoenix collides, the phoenix returns to the ruins and blooms on the high platform. It's hard to look at the light directly. The luster, even more shocked by this luster.

In Mo Nianhuan's hands, the Fan of Return to the Ruins was unpredictable, and he could manipulate it so superbly that it was hard to believe that such a level of proficiency had never been practiced, and it was still in the realm of no cultivation.

Gritting his teeth calmly, he used his sword to resist Mo Nianhuan's Guixu Fan, but he didn't expect that this attack would be more domineering and powerful than the previous attack, as if his moves were nothing more than a small skill in front of Guixu Fan.

"...It's just the strength of Guixu Fan, not yours, so what's the arrogance?"

Mo Nianhuan could hear the voice so close at hand. He lowered his voice and smiled, "So what, you still can't beat me? Brother Shen."

He raised his eyes calmly and stunned, and at the moment when he was distracted, his neck was held back by the Guixu Fan, it was hot and hot, as if being strangled by his throat, his whole body was stiff, his breathing was difficult, and he even had the feeling that he would be melted by the Guixu Fan just by blinking. a feeling of.

There is only warmth flowing down the neck, but it is difficult to break free.

He met Mo Nianhuan's eyes, and the smile in his eyes carried an insignificant and relaxed meaning, but it made people feel that he was humiliating himself, as if his existence was just an ant that could be crushed at will, and it was not worth mentioning. .

"...how did you recognize me?"

Mo Nian smiled happily: "Guess?"

"Then I can't help it!" As soon as Shen Zi finished speaking, he waved his hand vigorously, and his whole body was covered by a cloud of black mist, and the evil spirits pouring in from all directions filled the altar, like thousands of innocent souls condensed: "Mo Nian I love you to death!!!!"

The mask fell off, and everyone could see the traces of the evil spirit on the calm face, like a scorching scar, running across the bridge of the nose, extremely ugly.And his whole body was entwined with evil energy, like a ghost, his eyes were blackened and smoldering, and he was staring at Mo Nianhuan in front of him, with an undisguised bloodthirsty expression in his eyes. Creepy.

"Oh my god what is this!!!"

"What a strong evil spirit, this is by no means an ordinary ghost cultivator, I am afraid it is a ghost that is more than a thousand years old!"

"Everyone set up an enchantment to protect the roof!!"

"Don't be afraid with Qingyuan Xianjun here, we just need to create a barrier!"

Seeing that the situation was approaching a formidable enemy, all sects poured out their auras to set up a barrier, and the head of Ling on the high platform and the owner of Fenxiang Valley were even more prepared to form a barrier with them as the leader.

When he calmly raised his hand, thousands of innocent souls rushed towards Mo Nianhuan, like an overwhelming force, the strong evil spirit was hard to resist.

Mo Nianhuan's pupils reflected the real body of that wronged soul, as tall as a giant, with a footless soul, eye sockets without pupils, hollow and frightening, with a strong and sinister aura, rushing towards him, as if trying to devour him.

——I have been waiting for a long time, Your Highness Mozun.

A distant and heavy voice came out of his mind, which was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't tell where he heard it, and he was stunned in place.

Why did you say His Highness Mozun to him?

He's not the Demon Lord, he's Mo Nianhuan, isn't he?Mozun is Mo Xianfan, isn't he?

At the moment when the evil spirit was about to entangle, a cold fragrance passed through his nose, and he saw Shen Yuanyu's white clothes flying down in front of him, raising his hands and waving his sleeves to block the evil spirit from invading, and then he was embraced by the waist.

"Don't be distracted."

A cold and stern voice came from next to his ear, Mo Nianhuan raised his eyes slightly, just in time to meet Shen Yuanyu who was close at hand.I saw that Shen Yuanyu's usually calm face was stained with anxiety, and his own face was reflected in the bottom of his eyes, full of fear.

As if he was afraid that he would disappear.

Scared?

What is Shen Yuanyu afraid of?

In the next moment, he saw the eyeless ghost turning into a cloud of black mist on Shen Zhuo's body, and rushed towards them with lightning speed, but Shen Yuanyu was standing in front of him!

Subconsciously hugged Shen Yuanyu to protect him behind him, but Shen Yuanyu was a step ahead of him before he could make this move. He watched helplessly as the strong and cold evil spirit hit Shen Yuanyu's back, his pupils miniature.

Shen Yuanyu clasped the back of Mo Nianhuan's neck with one hand, and turned around to protect Mo Nianhuan tightly in her arms. The moment the back was hit by the hostility, she felt a sudden surge of warmth in her throat, and her body With a tremor, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes sank suddenly, he suppressed the messy breath, and quickly formed a seal with one hand.In the rune, a green lotus exuding holy radiance emerged from the rune, and the green lotus was floating and spinning in mid-air.Slightly narrowing her eyes, she pushed Qinglian hard, and in the thick black mist of evil spirit, Qinglian seemed to descend holy and swallowed up the cloud of evil spirit.

But it consumes a lot.

He spat out blood again.

The white clothes are better than snow, and at this moment, they are stained with extremely bright red blood, like a plum blossom in winter, extremely dazzling.

Mo Nianhuan's pupils shrank slightly.

Shen Yuanyu's embrace protecting him was so strong and safe. Mo Nianhuan felt a few drops of warmth inadvertently sprinkled on his face at a close distance. When he saw Shen Yuanyu's pale appearance like paper, the temperature was scalding. My heart hurts.

He looked at Shen Yuanyu's pale and uncomfortable appearance stained with blood on the corners of his lips, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were instantly red.Uncontrollable anger welled up in his heart, as if his heart was being torn apart wantonly, and the piercing pain made him tremble all over, as if Shen Yuanyu would never be hurt in front of him.

The magic fruit in his belly began to rush wantonly again, as if shouting about his incompetence and weakness.

Why can't you even protect the people you want to protect.

Why is he so weak?

——Shen Yuanyu, you are always so self-righteous, do you think I need your protection?You can't protect yourself, so how can you protect me?

His own voice emerged in his head, with an angry tone that made his soul tremble.

But this voice is obviously very familiar to Shen Yuanyu, he has also heard and seen it in a dream, it is clearly Mo Xianfan's voice.

"...I'm fine, don't worry, are you okay?" Shen Yuanyu supported Mo Nianhuan's shoulders with both hands, checked to see if the person in his arms was okay, and forced down the retrograde spiritual energy in Ling's body. The evil spirit was so domineering that it completely disrupted the unstable aura in his body.

And this can't be an ordinary ghost, it's probably a group of ghosts that are more than a thousand years old.

Now that only half of his soul is left, he thought he could take Mo Nianhuan with him while recovering, but now he has to retreat again?

But how could he let go of Mo Nianhuan?

"...Are you crazy?" Mo Nianhuan's voice trembled slightly, his hands tightly clutching Shen Yuanyu's sleeves for fear that he would fall down, and there was an unimaginable anger in his eyes: "You think I will use your life to kill you?" Will I thank you!!! That's a ghost of ten thousand years, do you think you can still bear it now!! Don't be self-righteous anymore Shen Yuanyu, I don't need your protection. You didn't protect me back then. What are you doing now? You have already It's late, you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an unbelievable look on Shen Yuanyu's pale face.He also didn't care about what he just said, his mind was very hot now, and he looked sideways at the calm man who was bent over by the ghost not far away.

The pupils reflected the calm figure, and the unwilling emotions in the eyes were mixed with the hostility aroused by the evil spirit. The magic fruit was screaming crazily in the body, tearing at his body, rushing to break free from such shackles, and felt that the body was a bit difficult. Pain endured.

But he couldn't care less about the pain.

——So what if people bully me, blame me, hate me, hate me, just look at how many people look forward to my return after a hundred years! ! ! !

The red and unwavering eyes subverted the indifference in an instant, carelessly wiped Shen Yuanyu's blood from his cheeks to his lips, and the moment he tasted the bloody smell, his eyes were stained with bloodthirsty heat, and the complex patterns of Bana flowers gradually appeared on his neck.

"Xi'er!"

Shen Yuanyu sensed that something was wrong with Mo Nianhuan, and when she caught the familiar shadow on Mo Nianhuan's body, she felt that the devilish energy was about to move, and she frowned tightly, fearing that Mo Nianhuan would show his clues. Oh no!

As he raised his hand, the altar was covered by an ice-blue enchantment, which completely isolated everything from the outside world, ensuring that the immortal sects outside would not be able to know what was happening inside.

"Xi'er, don't get angry. Your anger has just returned. If you get angry, you will easily go mad—"

"I want you to teach me how to do things?" Mo Nianhuan looked at Shen Yuanyu coldly and interrupted him directly: "You should take care of yourself, Shen Yuanyu."

The sound of 'Shen Yuanyu' seemed like a lifetime away.

Shen Yuanyu was stunned, why did this guy suddenly——

Mo Nianhuan's appearance at this time was reflected in his eyes, and he didn't know that his eyes were stained with disbelief.

"Mo Nianhuan, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been kicked out of the Fenglin Shen family, and I wouldn't have been wanted by the people of Jiuzhou. If it wasn't for my self-destructive appearance and joining the ghost cultivator, and when I met the Shengjimen, I would be taken in with pity. I will not have the opportunity to participate in the Fairy Gate Conference." Shen Shen was very possessed by the ghost cultivator, and the evil spirit exuding from his body was extremely terrifying, and he sneered, the scar on his face made him look even more ferocious, like a devil : "Today I am here to take your life, die!"

As he spoke, he raised the sword in his hand, the sword body was entangled in evil spirit, and he left his hand suddenly, the sword stabbed towards Mo Nianhuan at top speed.

"Heh, mere ants are worthy of messing with me?" Mo Nianhuan lowered his head and sneered.

Unusual smiling and gentle voice, Mo Nianhuan at this time is like Shura climbing up from the abyss, his voice sneers and exudes bloodlust.The blue silk and the red dress are fluttering, the pattern on the other side of the neck is dyed on the right side of the face, and the beautiful face is like a demon, alluring and charming.

When he raised his eyes, his eyes were stained red with ice-cold bloodthirsty, and he was completely different from the previous appearance, his brows were stained with arrogance, and his eyes were indifferently staring at the sword that was attacking him. In his eyes, this sword was really as slow as a tortoise.

Casual, careless.

Facing the sword entwined with evil spirit, he raised his hand and waved it casually, and the sword body was wiped out with the evil spirit.

Looking at Mo Nianhuan in disbelief, "...how is this possible, this is a ghost of ten thousand years, how is it possible for you trash—"

Before the words fell, Shen Shen was burned by a group of hot flames, and then turned into powder, as if this person had never appeared.

Thousands of evil spirits were also burnt to ashes by such an invincible divine fire, and it was too late to even cry.

Mo Nianhuan threw the Guixu in his hand into the sky, and Guixu turned into a phoenix roaring through the sky, dragging its dazzling golden tail, illuminating half of the sky red.Then it just calmed down the afterglow of the phoenix's tail and burned people directly.

This beautiful and cold face was so eye-catching by the phoenix's brilliance that even the slightly sunken lips could be clearly seen.

"Out of control."

Dressed in red over fire, with a gorgeous appearance and a proud expression, Mo Nianhuan stood in the center of the dazzling Phoenix fire, surrounded by golden flames, holding the fire in his hand, entangled with demonic energy, like gods and demons, his eyes were indifferent, just like the world There is nothing in all things to remind him.

Where is that extremely weak Mo Nianhuan.

With the flick of a finger, people can be wiped out.

Mo Nianhuan looked sideways at the pale Shen Yuanyu, and couldn't help but sneer.

Shen Yuanyu stared at Mo Nianhuan in front of him for a long time without averting his eyes, and his eyes gradually became moist.

Then he watched Mo Nianhuan walking towards him slowly, facing the flames of the phoenix, his clothes fluttering, and the black hair shawled casually, as if he saw a proud and unrestrained person holding a fan.

The one he misses so much, the one he will never forget.

"……Did you come back?"

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