The whole world of comprehension is chasing after me [Transmigration Book]

The nerves in Shen Lianyu's mind suddenly tightened, and without thinking about it, he took a step and stopped the passing monk.

He clasped the man's wrist, and said in a low voice, "You just said... Jing'an Town was massacred by demon cultivators?"

His face was so ugly that the passing cultivator looked at his reddened eyes in horror, and tremblingly said: "No, I'm not sure... I only know that the demon cultivator attacked Jing'an Town and captured many mortals And the monk. How is the situation there, you should ask the person below who escaped from Jing'an Town!"

He stretched out his hand to snap off the young man's five fingers that were clasped to death like eagle claws, but it didn't work for a long time.

Shen Lianyu's brain throbbed like an awl, and various memories flashed in front of his eyes

In the dilapidated town, there are people fleeing howling, monks resisting the scarlet demonic energy, soldiers trying to arrange for the people to evacuate, family members who stretched out their hands to tell him to run, and blood and flesh wave.

He subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the scarlet made of flesh and blood gradually smeared from the memory to his eyes, and the fine red blood streaks spread on the whites of his eyes.

"Go ask the person below! I really don't know anything else!"

The passing cultivator swallowed his saliva and tried harder to break his hand.

Mother, this little monk doesn't live in Jing'an Town, right?What can I do if I become possessed in front of him!

He was very flustered, and was about to give this abnormal little monk a hard blow in order to break free, when suddenly a cold white slender hand protruded from the darkness behind the man.

That hand clasped the little monk's wrist, "Xiaoyu, let him go."

Han Zhi pinched Shen Lianyu's wrist lightly, and suddenly a tingling sensation came over him, and he subconsciously let go of his hand.

"Master..." The young man turned his head in a loud voice, tears seemed to accumulate in his eyes, and there was great fear in the scattered tears

That immersive memory came again.

The fear that makes the heart clenched is like a gangrene, and it is mixed with bottomless sadness and pain.

Once again, he was easily dominated by the remaining emotions of the original owner.

Shen Lianyu couldn't even tell whether he was in a dream or in reality...

If it was in a dream, why did he see the kind round face of the sugar shop owner?But if it wasn't in a dream, why did the wave made of flesh and blood seem to be right in front of us?

A palm with a slightly lower temperature than normal human body stroked the tip of his hair, passed through the hair, and finally landed on the back of his neck.

"You are trapped." Han Zhi sighed softly, kneading the back of his neck vigorously with his fingers, spiritual power flowed through the meridians like a clear spring, and passed through all the limbs, bringing clarity to the juvenile's chaotic brain .

The scarlet in Shen Lianyu's mind gradually faded, and he woke up from the illusion that seemed real.

He broke out in cold sweat, looked up at Han Zhi, and said in a mournful voice: "Master, is Jing An Zhen really...?"

Han Zhi nodded lightly with a serious expression, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.

"Come on, let's go down and ask about the situation."

He clasped the boy's shoulders, and jumped down from the mountainside like a fallen leaf.

On the edge of the Jingsi Pool, because of this sudden bad news, many monks formed a circle around the person who brought the news, and the crowd was noisy and surging.

Han Zhi walked in front, and the originally restrained spiritual pressure naturally spread out, and the crowded crowd immediately parted a path for people to pass through.

The surrounded cultivator's white robe was stained with blood, his face panicked, and he shouted hysterically: "Don't surround me! Jing'an Town... Jing'an Town is going to be overwhelmed! Let my senior brother hurry over to help! Brother! Brother! Did you hear that!"

There are dark patterns of crabapple flowers on his white robe, especially on the cuffs and neckline, and the stalks are intertwined to form a complex miniature spiritual array.This is the disciple uniform of Luohong Pavilion, a sect affiliated to the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, and Jing'an Town is their territory.

Han Zhi took a step forward, the wounded monk's shout suddenly stuck in his throat, and he looked at him in surprise.

Han Zhi put his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "I am Han Zhi, please tell me what happened in Jing'an Town, my little friend?"

"Hanzhi...Hanzhi?" The cultivator murmured twice in a daze, as if he suddenly remembered who this name represented, and his eyes burst out with hope.

He knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and kowtowed to Han Zhi: "Also please save the [-] citizens of Jing'an Town! The demons raided there without warning, there...there is now the world Purgatory!"

"My parents, brother and sister...are still in the town..."

The monk kowtowed fiercely as if he was self-mutilating, and blood soon oozed from his forehead. He knelt down motionless, tears fell silently, his lips moved, and he said something silently.

——I was too scared, so I ran away...I'm sorry...

Han Zhi's spiritual consciousness was released, and he understood the sentence that the monk had not said.

——As the disciple of Luo Hongge who stayed behind in Jing'an Town, the young man should stay there to protect the town... But he left there under the pretext of asking for help.

Han Zhi looked calm, and his snow-colored boots stepped on the ground in front of the young man: "You made the right choice. Thanks to your reporting, everyone can know about it."

"I'll rush over now."

The cyan sword light was born out of thin air, engulfing him and the young man behind him, turning into a rainbow and flying into the sky.

Hearing Master Han Zhi's words, the young man's pupils suddenly dilated, he raised his head abruptly, staring blankly at the distant arc, tears of guilt fell down his cheeks.

Maybe he's not that unforgivable...

In the arc of flying to Jing'an Town, Shen Lianyu has completely withdrawn from the previous emotions, but he will inevitably worry about the boss of the sugar shop.

There were faint tears in the corners of his eyes.

You agreed to patronize the boss's business when you go back, so don't let anything happen to you!

Jingsitan and Jing'an Town were not far away, Han Zhi flew with all his strength, and within a stick of incense, the distant outline of the small town appeared at the end of his vision.

No sound could be heard from such a long distance, but the blood light caused by the massacre of the demon cultivator was already filled with purple-black mist floating in the air, which made people feel heavy at a glance.

With a gloomy face, Han Zhi suddenly turned back and grabbed Shen Lianyu's wrist, and his figure rushed to the sky above the town like a sharp arrow.

In the town, shadow beasts, big or small, chased and killed the crying mortals. There were women covering the mouths of children, shivering in corners, and there were also strong young men who took up long swords and fought with shadow beasts. .

In the center of the town, a ghostly demon cultivator flew in the air, absorbing the blood energy in the air with a frantic expression.He held a slender knuckle whip in his hand, and the corpses of several monks were strung on the whip. The robes worn by the corpses had been completely soaked in blood to a dark red color, and even the dark pattern of crabapple on the cuffs could not be seen clearly.

With the arrival of the cold stop, the demon cultivator's neck bones creaked, and he turned his head extremely slowly. The tip of his scarlet tongue stuck out and licked his lips, and his dark eyes burst into excitement.

"Yo! The feast is here!"

Han Zhi glanced around with a gloomy face, and slightly clenched Shen Lianyu's fingers

The sugar shop they frequented has been collapsed by a huge rock, and it is unknown if the boss left in time...

He slowly let go of Shen Lianyu's hand, and said in a low voice, "Go and deal with those low-level monsters on the ground."

His ink-like pupils were soaked in worry, he hesitated for a moment, but turned into firmness in the next moment, and the cold voice transmission sounded in Shen Lianyu's heart: "Don't force it, and ensure your own safety first."

Shen Lianyu looked over his shoulders and looked warily at Moxiu who was carrying the bone whip. With his thin lips slightly parted, he also said via voice transmission: "Master, be careful too, that guy doesn't look easy to deal with."

Han Zhi rubbed his head, and a faint warmth flashed in his eyes: "No matter where you are, monks who are compatible with the Tao are rare, and that guy will not be your master's opponent. Go, be careful."

After speaking, he pushed Shen Lianyu on the back.

With that force, the young man fluttered down to the ground.

In the end, he restrained his worries and glanced at the master, then gritted his teeth, and flew towards the shadow beast based on his memory.

He knew that Master was telling the truth, and that Demon Cultivator was probably not his opponent.

It's just that Han Zhi is not only a master, but also someone he likes, and it is difficult for him to control the worries in his heart.

Now is not the time to think about this!

Shen Lianyu bit the tip of his tongue lightly, forcing himself to concentrate, controlling his gaze, not glancing at the miserable corpses among the beams and tiles, and walked through the alley at low altitude at an extremely fast speed.

After turning a few turns, a lizard-like shadow beast as tall as a man appeared in front of it. In front of the shadow beast were women and children sitting slumped on the ground and curled up into a ball.

It was about to pierce the woman's chest with its sharp claws.

The woman was terrified and dared not speak, shedding tears silently, but still tightly protecting the child in her arms.

Damn!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Shen Lianyu's eyes, and his spiritual power turned into a cone, stabbing fiercely at the shadow beast's head.

When it touched the shadow beast's head full of eyes, the aura cone paused for a moment as if hitting a wall, and then spun around and slammed into it!

The aura cone exploded in the shadow beast's head, blood and flesh splashed, part of it splashed on the weeping woman, and part of it splashed on Shen Lianyu's robe.

Shen Lianyu's face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and the strong smell of blood made him almost nauseous.

This was the first time he saw blood.

He walked past the woman and the child in a frivolous and hurried manner, and said in a hoarse voice, "Find a place to hide."

Then, relying on the touched spiritual sense, he rushed to the next shadow beast.

"That..." The woman said in a crying voice, "Thank you, Immortal Elder."

When Shen Lianyu turned his head, he saw the back of the woman bowing and leaving with the child in her arms. The corners of his lips curled into a very shallow arc, and the fear in his heart melted as quickly as the warm sun and the first snow.

In mid-air, Han Zhi fought with the demon cultivator holding the bone whip. After a while, the demon cultivator who had just wiped out all the monks in Luohong Pavilion by himself showed signs of defeat under his fierce attack .

Moxiu flashed an attack in a panic, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and smiled stickily at Han Zhi: "Mr. Don't."

Han Zhi's face remained unchanged, and he didn't speak, but his offensive became more and more fierce.

The Moxiu was caught off guard and was almost cut in half. He snorted, spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "Mr. Lang shouldn't know, right? The shadow beasts in this whole city are my people. As long as I want to -"

Before he finished speaking, Han Zhi's sword light had already slashed at his Tianling acupoint!

The blood spurted out, and the demon cultivator looked at Han Zhi in astonishment. The next moment, the flesh and blood suddenly collapsed inward, and the enchanting body turned into a ball of muddy flesh and fell to the ground.

At the same time, before Shen Lianyu's spirit awl penetrated the head of the shadow beast in front of him, he heard it roar in pain

A pale palm holding a bone whip protruded from the shadow beast's mouth, and then the shadow beast's belly bulged a few bumps, and was torn apart from the inside with a "sizzling".

The enchanting demon cultivator who was still fighting with Han Zhi just now got out, but his complexion was pale, and blood was bubbling from the top of the sky.

The bone whip wrapped itself around Shen Lianyu like a spirit snake, Moxiu's sticky voice sounded: "Young master, please come with me—"

Before the bone whip could wrap itself around the dodging young man, Han Zhi in the distance suddenly turned into a blue light, piercing the space, and piercing Moxiu's face door in the blink of an eye.

In the next moment, the blue light exploded, and countless small sword lights slashed out like a storm, drowning Moxiu layer by layer.

"what"

A scream.

Shen Lianyu stopped his movement and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Master's body shaking slightly, a little precarious.

The abnormal speed just now...is it a forbidden law?

His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed forward in a hurry to support Master.

"I'm fine." Han Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, his face was a little pale, the red line on his forehead was dazzling, but he was just a human being.

Shen Lianyu didn't stop, his eyes were sparkling, and he jumped into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

At this moment, the black-clothed human corpse next to Moxiu's corpse suddenly moved, and a solid black sword light appeared without warning, slashing viciously at the red line between Han Zhi's eyebrows

Han Zhi was so focused on guarding against the demonic energy that he failed to detect the sword light made of spiritual power in time. Although he was not cut straight, the sword light touched the red line.

His tall body swayed for a moment, and suddenly he fell to the ground holding his sword.

The red line between the eyebrows spread wantonly across his face like a rooted plant.

Shen Lianyu's eyes were tearing apart: "Master!"

The author has something to say: a small theater that has nothing to do with the text

Shen Lianyu (shocked): I thought Huatian was your limit. How many surprises do you, little fairy, have that I don't know?

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