Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

In the middle of the night, I am most afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Especially when this person has done something wrong and this ghost is knocking on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One sound after another, especially clear in the cold night.

The sound came into the room and echoed in Cui Jinghao's extraordinarily ornately furnished bedroom with all kinds of belongings in the storage bag.

On the large carved bed, Cui Jinghao's hands hanging on both sides of his body were tightly pressed against the soft silk quilt, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, his breathing accelerated and increased uncontrollably, and his eyes were tightly closed.

Cui Jinghao tried his best to let himself ignore the rhythmic knock on the door, but his heart became more and more panicked.

It was so late, there was no way Chen Miao would come over.

Then it must be Xue Lingyu.

He thought about all the things that happened during the day.

After 20 years of acquaintance, Cui Jinghao really knows what kind of hearty, affectionate, silly, white and sweet Fa Xiao is.

But since he pushed out that palm, Xue Lingyu changed his defenseless and depressed look, and threw himself into Yinjiao's mouth viciously. Even now, Cui Jinghao felt his heart quiver when he thought of the terrifying inner wall of his mouth. Take a cold breath.

Not only that, Xue Lingyu sealed his dantian, and now there is no aura in the dantian, I don't know what magic Xue Lingyu used.

After desperately trying to get it back, the Liangyi Spirit Erosion Fruit that was put in the storage bag also disappeared without a trace.

He tossed and tossed until the early morning without a clue, carrying a stomach full of aggrieved breath, just laying down to go to sleep, when the caller came.

Shrinking into the bed, Cui Jinghao's hands and feet were cold, and he forced himself to sleep in vain.

The person who knocked on the door was very patient, and the force of knocking on the door was not too big or small, and it never changed.

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped, and the surroundings returned to silence.

It stands to reason that he should feel at ease when the man is gone.

But Cui Jinghao could only hear that his heartbeat was getting louder, his breathing was getting heavier, and his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, whether it was from heat or nervousness.

There was no movement for a long time, so he must have left, right?

I... Pull back the quilt to see?

No!If you don't leave, it's over.

Endured and endured, he pulled off the quilt that covered his head, and opened a small slit between his eyes.

The next moment, Cui Jinghao screamed.

"what!!"

A figure was reflected on his bedside, tall and thin, he didn't know how he got here, and how long he stayed here.

A creepy coolness rushed over.

Cui Jinghao raised his head little by little in a daze, first a pair of black boots covering his slender calves appeared in his field of vision, then a neat white robe, and finally that familiar handsome face.

His hands trembled.

In the middle of the night, the account of the stabbing in the back was settled on the spot, so what do you want him for?

Cui Jinghao's heart was full of alarm bells, and his intuition was not good.

Now that he has no aura at all, he can only choose to beg for mercy in humiliation.

"Ling Yu, I can explain what happened this afternoon. I have something to say, something to say." Seeing that Qu Yang just smiled and stared at him, Cui Jinghao swallowed, and played dryly with his emotional cards.

"We have been brothers for so many years, you can't... can you?"

As dusk approached, Cui Jinghao still wanted to frame him, but now his face became fast and thorough.After all, he was not a strong person, but he was extremely flexible.

Qu Yang looked down at him lightly with thick black and clear eyes, even though he was smiling, there was no warmth or fluctuation in his eyes.

Hearing this sentence, his smile widened a little, and he nodded: "Brother Cui said that the intention of coming here this time is to share the worries of senior brother."

"Cultivation is the most taboo of eagerness for quick success. With all due respect, Brother Cui is almost insane in order to enter the realm of cultivation. He wants to get the cultivation resources in his hands at all costs... Sigh, I can't just watch Brother Cui go astray."

"So I'm here tonight, mainly..."

"Huh? Brother Cui, why do you look so pale?"

The air was stagnant, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

Cui Jinghao finally couldn't take it anymore, rolled out of the bed in embarrassment, summoned Feijian's hands and feet and climbed up.

The sword flew out of the house with a "sigh" and arrived in the courtyard.

After escaping so easily, Cui Jinghao heaved a sigh of relief, and Yujian jumped up.

In the air, Cui Jinghao felt a resistance, and tried his best to confine him to this courtyard, blocking him from the outside world.

Looking up, there is a faint light flowing there, as if it is a river shining into the stars, containing indestructible spiritual power.

is the boundary.

Cui Jinghao's heart turned cold, and the next moment the flying sword under his feet was hit by a spiritual force dragging its bright tail, and the sword and man fell down.

He rolled on the ground a few times, and the flying sword was inserted straight into his ear, and with a clang, the hilt of the sword buzzed and shook, and a little more deviation would have pierced his head.

Cui Jinghao was drenched in cold sweat, with his hands on the ground, and was about to get up, when a pair of boots embroidered with cloud patterns came into view.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, and knelt down on the ground, crying and trying to reach out to grab the corner of Qu Yang's clothes.

Xue Liang's sword light flashed, and blood spattered, as if something was thrown out.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Cui Jinghao screamed belatedly.

——The long sword like autumn water chopped off his hand, it was the one he pushed people today.

The wind and rain slowed down slightly, and the raindrops dripped on the curved and handsome browbones, and slid down Junxiu's cheeks to his chin. The appearance of drizzle made him look more gentle and handsome. Like a green-faced devil.

Qu Yang smiled, and looked at the man who was crying and begging for mercy.

"Brother Cui, do you feel better?"

It can be continued after the hand is broken. Hearing what he said, it is obviously not enough.

Cui Jinghao's face was covered with tears, and he took a few steps on his knees to defend: "Ling Yu, listen to me, I have difficulties. That snake demon understands the way of illusion formations, and I was trapped in the illusion formations it created. I know that the magic cultivator I saw in the phantom array is you."

"For so many years, I have regarded you as a brother, how could I really want to harm you?"

"In the final analysis, it was my fault for pushing you, you..."

It was as if there was a sword hanging above his head, the sword reflected cold light, and would cut off his head at any moment, Cui Jinghao felt cold all over his body, flustered and short of breath.

The Qu Yang in front of him was not the depressed and gloomy doormat because of Xue Changzhou's death in the past, but more like a visitor from the underworld who took the place of the king of Hades to arrest those who should die.

"You must not kill me." Cui Jinghao racked his brains for a long time to make up, and finally squeezed out this sentence.

"Brother Cui, what are you talking about? How could I kill you?" Qu Yang said in a gentle tone.

"Isn't that—"

Cui Jinghao breathed a sigh of relief for the rest of his life, full of anticipation and finally had the courage to raise his head. Halfway through the question, he groaned, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he lowered his head stiffly and dullly, looking at his waist and abdomen.

"Uh……"

A hand pierced through the middle of his abdomen, and the snow-white sleeves were exposed outside. The hand seemed to penetrate the space and directly penetrated into his dantian, leaving not even a bloody hole outside.

There was still a smile on Qu Yang's lips, he pinched a piece of bright green in his dantian, and slowly tore it off.

The canthus of the eyes is about to split, and the red blood threads are densely swollen.

Cui Jinghao's face was distorted, and he twitched ferociously. He struggled violently, subconsciously using his remaining hand to claw, and suddenly attacked Qu Yang.

His offensive was easily suppressed without any suspense, and his piercing howl was also blocked by the barrier, which made him cry every day, and the earth didn't work.

Half of the wood spirit root was destroyed, even a small celestial body could not function completely, and it would be difficult to make any progress in cultivation in the future.

This is the end of the journey of practice.

"Cultivation, self-cultivation and mind-cultivation, Taoism is very important. But from today on, Brother Cui no longer has to worry about being unstable and unable to enter the realm," Qu Yang slowly withdrew his hand, and said lightly, "I Still worried about Brother Cui, how about this, I will come to help Brother Cui again at the end of next month."

"After all, you and I are close friends."

He made another move, and there was a suction in the palm of his hand, and Cui Jinghao's storage bag fell into his hand.

Cui Jinghao's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he was paralyzed on his back, gasping for breath, and turned his head with all his might.

Then Qu Yang erased the imprint of spiritual consciousness on the storage bag, and took out the Liangyi Spiritual Erosion Fruit that he had been looking for for a long time.

"You..." Before finishing speaking, Cui Jinghao passed out.

Stepping out of the courtyard calmly with the long boots, Qu Yang waved his hand to remove the barrier, opened the umbrella as he did when he came here, and walked out across the threshold with Cui Jinghao crying and wailing behind him.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Chen Miao waited in the restaurant for a long time, but Cui Jinghao didn't come over. She frowned and said, "I'll go and see, the evil cultivator's strength is not weak, don't let him encounter accidents."

Qu Yang followed suit and got up: "I'll go with senior brother."

Armed with flying swords, the two youths came to Cui Jinghao's courtyard in the blink of an eye, and at a glance they saw a person lying in the middle of the courtyard, lying there miserably.

He had a severed hand, the blood on the wrist had solidified and turned into a dark layer of paste there, as was his body.

Chen Miao hurriedly approached, put his hand on Cui Jinghao's remaining wrist, and drew out a spiritual energy to investigate.

The wood spirit root, which was fine yesterday, has been torn from it at this time, and half of it remains.

Qu Yang squatted beside Cui Jinghao nervously to watch his movements, seeing Chen Miao's eyes widen suddenly, he couldn't help asking: "Senior Brother Chen, Brother Cui..."

Chen Miao put down her hands and said solemnly: "Half of his spiritual roots have been destroyed by someone, I'm afraid he will never be able to embark on the path of cultivation again in this life."

As if he didn't hear what he said clearly, and as if he had never seen such a ruthless handwriting, Qu Yang was stunned for a moment, then took a breath: "That evil cultivator's methods are so vicious!"

"He dared to harm Brother Cui to this point...Senior Brother Chen, please take Brother Cui back to the sect first, I will seek revenge from him!"

Qu Yang said angrily, stood up suddenly, drew his sword out of its sheath with a "shua", turned around and walked out of the courtyard.