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

The light in the young man's eyes was faltering like a candle, and he rushed towards Han Zhi who had fallen to the ground in a panic.

He was in a state of confusion, unable to restrain his anger, he stumbled and ran towards Han Zhi like a dazed child, he was also stumbled by the corpse on the ground, he staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

But the desire to be close to the master made him maintain his balance at the last moment, and approached him again.

Spreading crimson patterns are like gorgeous tattoos, surrounding Han Zhi's right eye, occupying half of his face, his right eye is completely black after splashing ink, without a trace of white, the red pattern on his face is even more weird and coquettish .

Han Zhi clasped his hands on the hilt of the sword, exerting so much force that the veins on the back of his hands protruded and his joints burst out. He raised his head with difficulty to look at the young man who was running towards him, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he said tremblingly, "...run quickly."

The voice was low and hoarse, almost breathy.

The tips of Shen Lianyu's ears moved, and he caught the very soft warning.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the extreme coldness rose from the top of the sky and spread all over his body, making every hair on his back stand on end, but this emotion did not make him freeze in place, but calmed down so much that he almost abandoned everything in an instant. Emotions, instinctively followed Master's warning and fled.

However it was too late.

As soon as he flew up a little, a pair of strong arms protruded from the shadows, wrapped around his slender waist, and pulled them fiercely into his arms.

With a "bang", Shen Lianyu bumped into the man's strong chest.

The tip of the nose was sour, and the bottom of my heart felt cold, and the bad feeling finally came to fruition.

Shen Lianyu didn't panic, on the contrary, he raised his head and looked coldly at the person who set up this trap as expected

The sword master is innocent.

That's right, he should have guessed it when he saw that pure black sword light.

Shen Lianyu's eyes were as black as ink, and he looked at the black-clothed sword cultivator with hatred, and his voice was icy cold: "Cooperate with the devil cultivator, Wu Wang, are you crazy?"

Wu Wang's eyelashes are very long, and when trembling and half closed, there is no sign of madness, but rather fragile.

He covered the boy's eyes burning with hatred with his palm, and begged sadly: "Don't look at me like that, Yu'er, I can't bear it."

Shen Lianyu wanted to push his hand away, but he was pinched by his wrist with one hand and pressed behind him. As soon as the vision in front of him recovered, Wu Wang took out a black ribbon as if he had been prepared, and bound his eyes .

The ribbon seemed flimsy, but covering it in front of his eyes instantly took away all his vision, and his eyes turned into a dull darkness, which made it easier to give birth to fear of the unknown.

"What do you want to do?"

Shen Lianyu's Adam's apple rolled, his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails pierced into the flesh, bringing out a smear of blood and sobering pain.

"What do I want to do? I want to take you away, Yu'er...you are my way, how can you escape from me at will?"

Wu Wu lowered his eyelashes, grabbed the boy's wrist, opened his clenched palm, and lowered his head to lick those shallow dents.

Shen Lianyu shivered.

The sticky touch made him uncontrollably reveal a disgusted expression.

Wu Wang saw this disgust, and pure malice flowed in his eyes. He tapped Shen Lianyu's left and right elbows with his fingertips, and the struggling young man who had been pushing away, suddenly dropped his arms limply as if his strength had been removed.

The voice of the young Qingyue was tinged with panic: "What did you do to me?"

Wu Wang raised his finger and kissed it lightly, and said with a tender smile, "I didn't do anything, just trim the nails of the disobedient cat."

"You!" Shen Lianyu was a little annoyed.

The young man lost the strength to struggle, so Wu Wang slowly looked at Han Zhi who was leaning on the sword hilt, trying to suppress the red lines on his face.

When Wuwang cleaned up Shen Lianyu, he didn't say a word, but he had already silently suppressed the lines on his face back to the top of his forehead.

It's a pity that Wuwang won't give him the chance to seal that thing back again.

He put his arms around Shen Lianyu's waist, and pushed him onto his shoulder amidst the boy's exclamation, and then walked towards Han Zhi, lifting the pure black sword blade with a sharp tip, and touched the red line between Han Zhi's eyebrows.

He chuckled: "Do you think I will give you such a chance?"

Han Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold and indifferent, without hatred or worry, he just looked at him calmly, as if it was not him who was forced into the desperate situation, but Wu Wang.

The corner of Wu Wang's mouth twitched, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the arm holding the sword was suddenly clenched!

The tip of the sword that was ready to strike was sent lightly, but it did not pierce Han Zhi's forehead, but sent in a complicated pure black spiritual power.

——Exactly the same as the sword light that raided Hanzhi before.

The pure black spiritual power penetrated into Han Zhi's skin silently, and the red pattern that had been trapped on his forehead exploded in an instant, and Han Zhi's line of defense fell almost instantly.

The red lines that seemed to be alive began to invade the left half of the face, which was originally unharmed, and soon occupied the entire skin, growing along the neck to the body.

Han Zhi let out a muffled snort, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the arm that was stuck on the hilt of the sword slipped to the ground as if losing strength, with a soft sound.

Seeing Master Han Zhi's head drooping, a smug smile slowly formed on Wu Wang's face, he smiled silently, his eyes filled with the arrogance of a victor.

And Shen Lianyu who heard Han Zhi's muffled groan was completely panicked.

"Master? Master! Master!"

He couldn't get a response, and the reason he had been trying to maintain was on the verge of collapse, and the ribbons tied around his eyes were wet with tears.

He didn't know what happened, but his worry and guilt towards Master seemed like countless ants gnawed at his heart.

——It’s all because of him that Master will confront Wu Wang.

Shen Lianyu was crying, suddenly became ruthless, and bit Wu Wang's shoulder.

——If it wasn't for the treasure clothes to stop him, this mouthful could bite off a whole piece of Wu Wang's flesh and blood.

"Humph!" Wuwang snorted in pain, the pride in his eyes suddenly dissipated, he slapped the boy on the butt angrily, and reprimanded: "Be honest, don't force me to blaspheme you in front of your master!" Things."

Shen Lianyu froze for a moment, be honest.

There was a layer of haze in Wuwang's eyes, and he clenched his natal spirit sword tightly in his right hand, still quietly guarding against Han Zhi's changes.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zhi's stiff body suddenly moved.

He suddenly raised his head, stood up staggeringly, and fixed his calm eyes like a god's mansion on Wu Wang.

The man coldly glanced at the young man who was being resisted by Wu Wang on his shoulders, there was no wave in his eyes, then turned his gaze back to Wu Wang, nodded indifferently: "Thank you, I will remember the kindness."

His pupils glowed with a light silver color, and when he looked at people, there was a sense of indifference that everything in the world was the same. The red lines on his face were still, as if he had already swallowed it.

The way of heaven is permanent, it does not survive for Yao, nor perish for Jie.

The moment he saw those light silver pupils, Wuwang suddenly thought of this sentence, it was a kind of complex eyes that seemed to be ruthless, but ruthless.

They belonged to the eyes of a true ruthless monk.

"Master?" Shen Lianyu called out tentatively for a moment when he heard a familiar voice.

It seemed that something was wrong, such a tone...it was very strange to him.

He had never heard Master speak like this.

Han Zhi turned a deaf ear to his call.

He nodded slightly to Wuwang, he didn't even want the natal spirit sword stuck on the ground, and turned around staggeringly to leave.

Wu Wang looked at his back and considered for a long time, the killing intent sometimes turned into dense needles as if they were about to pierce the next moment, and sometimes turned into blooming fireworks and disappeared without a trace.

But in the end...he still didn't make a move.

Whether Venerable He Dao will explode with frightening power in the face of certain death, he is not sure.

After weighing again and again, he still gave up the idea of ​​silence.

The most important thing is to take Yu'er away.

Wu Wang pursed his lips, and suddenly laughed mockingly: "Yu'er, your original master is dead, this time... you can change your family and learn from another teacher, right?"

"You fart!" Shen Lianyu scolded back without thinking.

With a sound of "Pa!", Wuwang slapped him on the buttocks again, shaking his head: "Kids, please don't swear."

Shen Lianyu blushed, bit his lower lip in shame, but didn't dare to speak again.

Seeing that he calmed down and flew into the air with the people on his back, he glanced at the small town that was still in a panic, saw the shadow beasts chasing and killing mortals, and a tyrannical impatience flashed in his eyes.

These are all factors that affect his reunion with Yu'er.

He held the natal spirit sword and slashed out obliquely, and the black sword light clusters rained down on the town, easily strangling those monsters that were still doing evil.

Then his blood energy that was not condensed in mid-air turned into a phantom and disappeared in the sky.

Shen Lianyu closed his eyes tightly, remained silent, and calmly felt the direction of Wuwang's flight.

But he was not familiar with the map of Quezhou, and he was blindfolded, so he was basically doing useless work.

But he still refused to give up.

In fact, Shen Lianyu didn't appear to be so out of control.

Because he just heard the sound of footsteps shuffling away, although he didn't know why Wuwang watched the master leave calmly, but he believed that the master must have used some method to deceive Wuwang, so he wouldn't just die of.

definitely not...

His heart trembled slightly, he didn't dare to think deeply, and silently closed his eyes.

After three sticks of incense, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who came to the rescue had just arrived in Jing'an Town.

They saw the condensed blood in the sky above Jing'an Town and thought that the battle was not over yet, but they rushed into the town only to find that although the place was in a mess, there were no Moxiu and monsters left.

Several monks looked at each other blankly, and began to remove the blood in the air amidst the pleadings of the people.

A monk asked suddenly: "Didn't you say that Uncle Wuwang rushed over first? Why didn't you see anyone?"

The other person was also puzzled, and guessed casually: "Maybe there is a demon who escaped, and the uncle went to hunt him down?"

A group of disciples felt reasonable, nodded, and stopped discussing Wu Wang's whereabouts.

More than ten miles away from Jing'an City, in a low hill.

Han Zhi strenuously walked into the cave with the help of the rock wall, with a grim expression on his face, he had long since lost his immortal appearance, and the red marks all over his body were still twisting and struggling, trying to seize the territory with his consciousness, but It is firmly controlled above the collarbone, and cannot be violated one step further.

He sat down cross-legged trembling, looked coldly through the rock wall to the south, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Idiot!"

He knew that Wuwang had an undying heart for Shen Lianyu, but he never expected that he would be willing to cooperate with Moxiu, especially in front of his own eyes.

The Heaven Splitting Sword Sect will never accommodate a sword cultivator who cooperates with a demon cultivator.

He was a little worried about the child, but he knew clearly that he had no ability to save people now, and that guy would never hurt Shen Lianyu's life.

Han Zhi took a deep breath, no longer allowing those turbulent emotions to affect him, closed his eyes and concentrated on suppressing the red lines on his body.

The red lines are seals and suppression.

He must strengthen the seal again, and he must not let that consciousness escape!

On the other side, Wu Wang changed his resistance into a hug, and flew the blindfolded boy to the place he had chosen.

The two passed through the mountains and entered a very hidden small secret place. The secret place was like a closed peach blossom garden, with peach trees surrounding a quiet courtyard.

Wu Wang put the boy down from his arms, and untied the black ribbon that covered his eyes.

Shen Lianyu looked at him coldly, his breath was unsteady, his chest heaved, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Wu Wang's eyes were dark, and he caressed the sweaty hair on the side of his neck obsessively, and then leaned into his ear, whispering: "You are my Tao, you must integrate with me."

The voice is hoarse and paranoid, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The author has something to say: This wave... This wave is the master of the rear, and the original partner blackened revenge and slapped the face reserve! (x)