After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Lingyan School is located on Lingyan Mountain.

This is the place with the most aura in the human world, the treasure land dreamed of by countless monks, and the most solid barrier between the demon realm and the human world.

But now, this barrier has been broken.

Moxiu broke through the barrier that had been impenetrable for thousands of years and entered the world. The Lingyan faction was caught off guard and was killed without any power to fight back.As far as the eye could see, the mountain gate, which should have been immortal, was surrounded by black demonic aura, and there were dead and injured monks everywhere.

No one knew how to turn the tide of battle, and neither did Fang Xingjian, so he could only hold on with his sword.

At this moment, the sound transmission talisman on his chest suddenly exploded, and the little apprentice's hasty cry for help came from it: "Master!"

Fang Xingjian's eyes darkened when he heard the words, and he unleashed his killing move without even thinking about it, ignoring the backlash to repel Moxiu, and flew towards the little apprentice like a splash of water.

His speed is astounding, not because of his profound cultivation, but the words "sacrificing oneself for others" have been integrated into his bones and blood.

When did this start?Fang Xingjian didn't know either.He vaguely thought that maybe it was the instruction given to him by his master when he first entered the sect.

"Fang Xingjian, your aptitude is mediocre, and it's rare for you to cultivate. Why don't you spend more time on taking care of the general affairs of the sect, and provide a place for your brothers to practice with peace of mind. If they can ascend, it will be a great fortune for you."

Since then, his life has set the tone and has become the step of heaven for his brothers and sisters.Giving everything for Lingyan Mountain is the meaning of his existence.

Fang Xingjian readily accepted all of this, and managed the entire sect in an orderly manner. Even though his fellow sects didn't pay much attention to these things, he always enjoyed it.

But this large-scale invasion by the demon cultivator caused a strange fluctuation in his heart.

Following the sound transmission jade pendant, Fang Xingjian finally found the apprentice who was the enemy of Moxiu on the edge of the cliff.

Wen Ziyi's face was ferocious, and the long sword pierced Moxiu's body fiercely.

Moxiu's body gradually swelled, Fang Xingjian's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly shouted: "Get out of there!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he rushed to Wen Ziyi's body, holding him tightly in his arms, with the defensive magic weapon tightly covering his side.

Moxiu was unwilling to die in vain, and would rather blew himself up and dragged them into the water.

The magic energy turned into black smoke, scorching Fang Xingjian's unprotected back black.

If all the devilish energy falls on Wen Ziyi, he will only die!

Wen Ziyi didn't notice it for a while, and was wrapped in his arms, the smell of blood tightly wrapped around the tip of his nose.

He raised his hands in the air in a daze, and forgot to push them away in a moment of shock.

From the day she joined Fang Xingjian's sect, Wen Ziyi looked down on her master.

Lukewarm, vulgar, and lacklustre.

Obviously a sword cultivator with a single spiritual root, he was hindered by vulgar things every day and put his cultivation aside.

What's the use of being well-groomed? It's better to change to a master who can crush the immortal sect and teach him how to ascend as soon as possible.

Wen Ziyi's eyes flickered, and he didn't even hold out hope for the subconscious cry for help just now.

The cowardly master actually saved his life, and the bloody hug in front of him made him a little dazed.

After the aftermath was calm, Fang Xingjian loosened Wen Ziyi's hand.

He suppressed the bloody smell in his throat, the hand holding the sword was trembling despite the pain, and the first sentence he spoke was still caring for the little apprentice:

"Are you hurt?"

Wen Ziyi regained consciousness instantly.He was still holding the corner of his clothes in his hand, as if stuck to poisonous insects, he immediately threw it away in disgust.

He raised his eyes, and Fang Xingjian's worried eyes flashed across his heart, and his mind was in a panic.

"No."

Fang Xingjian had long been used to his indifference, so he still put on a smile, patted Wen Ziyi on the shoulder, and comforted him:

"The head has already sent someone to set up a formation. As long as the exit of the abyss of the demon realm is sealed, these demon cultivators who escape will not be a serious problem."

Wen Ziyi nodded, but her hand was tightly pressing the long sword beside her.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and hesitated:

"In the mountain gate, is it true that there are spies of demons who opened the demon realm?"

Otherwise, how could those magic cultivators with high mana come so suddenly, defeating Lingyan Mountain.

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

He just took out a dusty coat from the storage bag and gently put it on him.

——Feng Linyu, the magic weapon handed down by Fang Xingjian for Wen Ziyi.

Looking at the entire comprehension world, it is also a rare magic weapon.

If it is to be placed in a small sect, it will be another bloody storm of treasure hunting.

Not only can it block the full attack of the monks of the transformation stage, even under the hands of the monks of the Mahayana stage, they can also save a life.

Wen Ziyi didn't know why, she just gathered her clothes together and looked at Master in confusion.

Just as Fang Xingjian wanted to tell him to hide, there was a loud noise not far away, and the smoke and dust were huge, and the location happened to be the center of the magic circle set up by the head.

His heart skipped a beat, his face serious.

If something goes wrong with the formation, the entire Lingyan Mountain will not be spared!

Before he had time to explain to his little apprentice, Fang Xingjian pursed his thin lips into a line, and Yu Jian rushed away immediately.

Master flew so fast that he didn't even leave a trace behind.

Wen Ziyi stretched out her hand subconsciously, and then fisted fiercely, with a bit of resentment unconsciously in her eyes.

always like this!always like this!

Never take him to practice, just let him read those boring practice books, and compete with those trash with miscellaneous spiritual roots inside the door!

And now he doesn't even care about his safety.

Fang Xingjian, are you worthy to be a master!

Formation center.

I saw the demon cultivator raging, and there was a mess everywhere.

Not far away, the disciples of Lingyan Mountain were still fighting Moxiu.

Moxiu held the sword in a strange posture, but with his own cultivation, the sharp sword light rushed straight to the door.

Fang Xingjian didn't even think about it, he stood in front of his disciple and forcibly took down the sword.

The cultivation base of the demon cultivator was far above him, and the long sword broke in two under the tremor.

The natal magic weapon was damaged, even though he was restrained, he couldn't bear the backlash, so he groaned.

Fang Xingjian was blown away several feet like a kite with broken strings, his face was as pale as paper, and he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Moxiu squinted at the dizzy Fang Xingjian, almost grinning his mouth behind his ears, his face wrinkled in joy.

"Is this the rumored number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals?"

"Could it be that there are no strong people in Lingyan Mountain? Sending a Nascent Soul to block this seat is ridiculous!"

The monks on the periphery were itching with hatred, but the magic cultivators were too strong, so they went up to deliver food.

Fang Xingjian in the Nascent Soul stage still had the strength to fight, but he was lying on the ground indifferently. The monks' faces were extremely ugly, and they even cursed secretly.

Wen Ziyi who came after him was clutching his saber.

He clenched his back molars tightly, nothing changed, Fang Xingjian was still the cowardly monk who couldn't support the wall before.

The disdainful gazes around him made his back go numb, and he wished he could rush forward to fight this fight for the worthless!

Fang Xingjian didn't know what everyone was thinking, but even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously.

If you want to force Mo Xiu to keep Lingyan Mountain, there is absolutely no chance of winning in a hard fight.

Fang Xingjian held his breath. Although they deliberately hid it, after several fights, he gradually found the weakness of the demon cultivator.

Taking advantage of Moxiu's slack, the hand hidden under the robe quickly condensed a sword formula, and ran straight towards Moxiu's wrist.

What you want is to take advantage of it!

In the blink of an eye, the hand holding the magic sword fell to the ground, and the blood stains and half of the disabled hand turned into black smoke and dissipated when they touched the ground.

Moxiu was taken aback for a moment, and became anxious for a moment.

His eyes were red with anger, he almost wanted to tear Fang Xingjian to pieces!

"You are courting death!"

He stretched out his nails nimbly, and clenched his fist into claws. The black nails glowed blue, obviously poisonous.

Fang Xingjian didn't care about other things, he rolled forward and picked up the magic sword on the ground, the grip was so strong that the tiger's mouth cracked and oozes blood.

The magic sword can be manipulated by him!

All the people present stared wide-eyed, unable to say anything in surprise.

"Zheng-"

Just in between breaths, the magic sword flew out quickly like an arrow from a bow, and shot into Mo Xiu's chest accurately, nailing him to the tree with the rest of his strength.

Moxiu's eyes widened in disbelief, and instantly dissipated into black smoke.

Only the hilt of the magic sword was still buzzing and trembling.

Fang Xingjian took two steps back as if he lost his strength, his eyes were pitch black.He also knew that his dantian was seriously damaged without medical repair.

All sounds are silent.

All the monks in the audience looked at him in horror, as if they were facing an enemy.

The senior brother in charge spat out a mouthful of black blood, obviously the injury was not shallow.He frowned and looked directly at Fang Xingjian:

"Fang Xingjian, why can you summon the magic sword?"

"The weapons of the demons can only be awakened by the blood of the demons. Listen to the call of the demons, otherwise we will not be so embarrassed and suffer countless casualties."

"Fang Xingjian, so you are the internal response of the demon clan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks who were still begging for help just now sacrificed their weapons, dazzled.

Knives, bows, long whips, silver yarn, talisman seals, and monsters.

And swords.

A god-level magic weapon called the soft light sword.

Fang Xingjian looked at the past along the soft light.

His beloved apprentice held the black iron long sword that he had given him in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the master.

Fang Xingjian felt uncomfortable for a moment.

For a while, his mind was wandering, but it was a pity that it took him ninety-nine and 81 days to condense such a high-quality magic weapon.

It's even a bit better than my own natal magic weapon.

Fang Xingjian stared at the tip of the sword, since everyone had convicted him, how could Wen Ziyi escape everyone's suspicion.

He ignored everyone's accusations, and only looked at Wen Ziyi:

"That robe can keep you safe, so keep it safe."

Questioning eyes fell on Wen Ziyi again.

The apprentices who should be taught by the demon cultivator may have been contaminated with the bloody brutality of the demon cultivator.

Wen Ziyi's eyes were bloodshot, he roughly took off Fang Xingjian's robe, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground fiercely, and stepped on his feet in frustration.

The dusty magic weapon was like a pearl covered in dust, stained with the footprints of his relatives and disciples, lying on the ground like garbage.

He raised his sword and shouted:

"You are a demon cultivator, so you and I have a deep blood feud! How can you be my master? I will kill my relatives righteously today, so that it is difficult for you to enter reincarnation!"

The soft light pointed at Fang Xingjian impartially, and the sword formulas that he had recited every day on Lingshan in the past came into use at this time.

Refined and cold-blooded sword formulas, I don't know how much painstaking effort the master has put into compiling them for him.

When you make a move, you will see blood, and immediately seal your throat when you see blood!

The soft light sword obeyed the master's call, and the silver light flashed, destroying Fang Xingjian's eyes neatly.

The door of life of each monk is in a different place. If there is a Sanxian with advanced cultivation, there are also examples of extracting the door of life from the body and hiding it in a perfect place.

If you destroy the door of life, you can only be a mediocre person for the rest of your life.

And Fang Xingjian's gate of life lies in his eyes.

Soft light strikes back, Wen Ziyi's palms sweat slightly.

Fang Xingjian had bright red bloodstains across his eyes, he should be happy, but Wen Ziyi felt sore and wanted to shed tears.

His back teeth were grinding, and it was difficult to dispel the tears.

The last scene in Fang Xingjian's eyes was Wen Ziyi clenching his teeth.

He smiled softly, even though he couldn't control the trembling caused by the destruction of the gate of life, he still spoke with a three-point mockery:

"How much ability do I think you have, is it possible that you can really kill your master?"

As soon as his words came out, Wen Ziyi only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and the sadness in his heart disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only a fierce impulse to show no mercy.

The soft light sword went back and forth, this time stabbing straight at the chest.

With a puff, the long sword pierced his entire chest and came out from his back.

And Fang Xingjian was knocked off the cliff like light confetti, and fell into the boundless abyss of the Demon Realm.

Wen Ziyi stood quietly on the edge of the cliff and killed her master in front of everyone.

There were voices of probing or surprise behind him, his expression was gloomy and he only stared at the direction where Fang Xingjian fell.

She suddenly recalled the bloody hug a moment ago, but was quickly covered up by her disgust towards him.

His hand that put away the soft light sword was still trembling slightly, but he was thinking in his heart:

Finally, I can change to a more powerful master.

The eyeballs were as hot as a raging fire, but the body and mind fell into a cold pool.

The moment he fell, Fang Xingjian had a sense of fate, as if he had completed his mission and could die peacefully.

But what fell with him was also a magic sword that cut life and death.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up.

In his mind, there was an extra book of stories out of thin air, and in this book, he was the cannon fodder for a good old man who died tragically.

The optimistic and cheerful little junior is the protagonist of the novel, the calm and introverted senior brother, the young apprentice who is born with a sword heart, the ghost king who has killed countless people, and even the ghosts from the ancient times are all his pursuers and admirers.

And his death was just an opportunity for Wen Ziyi to get in touch with his junior.

Even if he is cast aside by the whole sect, the former disciple of Moxiu Fang Xingjian, the younger brother is willing to accept him.

She even tried her best to comfort him and teach him the secrets of the sect, so that Wen Ziyi would willingly worship at his feet.

It can be said that "Fang Xingjian" was born to die.

The friendship of growing up together, the kindness of saving one's life, and the hard work in daily life, seem to be nothing worth mentioning to the characters in the dialogue.

Fang Xingjian snorted, his eyes clouded over.

Now that the mission of 'Fang Xingjian' has been completed, he can finally leave the plot and do what he wants to do.

A sword cultivator cultivates calmness and single-mindedness.

His spiritual altar was completely clear. Although his body was full of injuries, his spirit was free like never before.

Let him get back what they owe.

Fang Xingjian had a cold face.

His gate of life was destroyed, but he is a mortal with a meager celestial relationship. If he wants to restore his previous cultivation level, it will be difficult for him to ascend to the blue sky.

But it is recorded in the scriptures that although there are ten deaths and no life in the Demon Realm, countless opportunities are hidden.

He groped the ground to stand up, but heard something buzzing near his hand.