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

"Why, why?" Axi didn't react.

Fang Xingjian said coldly: "No reason."

"If you don't want to go, I won't force you."

Axi shook his head like a rattle, hurriedly packed his things, and replied, "I'll go, I'll go with Big Brother Fang."

Although Gong Wuyou was a prisoner, the attitude of the two of them was not like robbers at all, even a little too gentle.

After thinking for a while, she still couldn't help asking.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll escape?"

Fang Xingjian reached out and touched his storage bag.

"There are still two golden beads, so they should be able to reach Xijin City."

Gong Wuyou frowned, shook his head and said, "This is not a panacea, but a poison."

Fang Xingjian said calmly: "Of course I know."

"Then you are still so confident, using one pill will cost you ten years of life!"

The slender fingertips caressed the hilt of the long sword. Although he was blind, the eyes that fell on the sword were extremely gentle, like a spring breeze.

"The Avenue of Eternal Life, everything is stolen."

Regardless of demon cultivation and spiritual cultivation, all monks have to draw qi into their bodies when they enter the door, and take away the aura and magic energy of heaven and earth for their own cultivation.

The sect that seizes the blessed place of the cave will easily grow stronger, and the sect that seizes the heaven-sent opportunities of others can skyrocket.

Even ghost cultivators kill people and commit crimes, slaughtering the human world just to refine three thousand ghosts.

People who disregard the laws and regulations of the world and become more vicious and vicious, on the contrary, their cultivation speed is improving with each passing day, and they can become immortals within a hundred years.

Fang Xingjian recalled the original thought, as if he saw the light through the clouds and mists, he said in a calm manner:

"The heaven and the earth sentenced me to a hundred years, so I will go against the sky and fight for the same life of the heaven and the earth."

His voice was very soft, but it fell into the ears of the two of them like a lightning strike.

It's deafening, nothing more than that.

Fang Xingjian stood up, patted the stunned Gong Wuyou, said a few words, then turned and went back to the room to pack his things.

"You said, what are you practicing for?"

Gong Wuyou looked back quickly, but only saw the closed door, Fang Xingjian had already gone out.

She seemed to have a rabbit in her arms, and she was about to jump out soon.

for what?

Even she herself doesn't know.

***

On the tip of the moon, the shadows of people are long, the streets are no longer noisy during the day, and the quiet needle drop can be heard.

Fang Xingjian wrapped Gong Wuyou in a black cloak, carried her behind his back, Axi followed behind, and the three walked forward slowly.

Gong Wuyou lay on Fang Xingjian's back, blushing a little, after thinking about it, he said:

"Don't use gold beads, I'll go with you obediently without talking."

Fang Xingjian ignored it, but the long sword beside him trembled in displeasure, as if he didn't like Xigong Wuyou getting too close.

He walked in a hurry until Axi tugged on Fang Xingjian's sleeve and lowered his voice:

"Brother Fang, the teleportation array is just ahead, but there are many people guarding it."

Fang Xingjian stopped, put Gong Wuyou off his back, leaned against Axi, and took out a golden bead from the storage bag.

Gong Wuyou frowned, wanted to stop him but was not as quick as him, emotionally surged, his blue eyes sparkled, and his tone was full of complaints:

"I've already said that I won't make a sound, why don't you trust people!"

Fang Xingjian put his two fingers together, tapped Gong Wuyou's lips from the air, and cast the silence technique.He intentionally added a little more spiritual energy, even if his cultivation faded later, it would still be effective.

Gong Wuyou stared at him, accusing him of his actions.

A Xi swallowed his saliva, his red pupils gleamed, and surrounded him in surprise.

Mu Yunsha's power is too strong, even he who is in the Dzogchen stage can't take it off, I don't know how strong Chiyu's cultivation is.

Fang Xingjian clicked his tongue, and could only allow the white gauze to cover his eyes, and looked at the scene in front of him vaguely.

****

Before the teleportation array.

There is no worry about the palace, Ruojun still puts effort into it.

Not to mention the teleportation formation, the four city gates, east, west, north, south, are all firmly guarded by his people, and there are countless spies in the city who search every day and walk through all the streets and alleys.

However, they searched day and night without any trace.

Moxiu, who had a delicate face beside him, bowed his body, his chest was wrapped in the delicate ice silkworm fabric, outlining rounded lines, which could instantly ignite a man's desire.

There is a strong fragrance in her breath, and there is a fine and light hook at the end of her words, she sticks to Ruojunzi's ear and whispers:

"There is no news today. Why don't you go back and rest, master, let Jingniang guard here?"

If the gentleman looks calm, he is not anxious.

He even lifted a strand of Jingniang's hair and tied it behind her ear, her movements were tender and tender, as if she was treating a glass of fine wine overflowing in a glass.

"If I leave it to you, I'm afraid I can only see her body."

"Jingniang, wipe off the saliva, it's almost dripping on me."

The succubus who was called Jing Niang straightened up, rubbed the corner of her mouth casually, only had a bright red lip, and joked with a smile:

"Master really understands Jingniang."

Although a gentleman is unpredictable and moody, but if he is favored, even if he is a furnace, his cultivation can increase day by day.

The succubus doesn't care about shame and etiquette, being happy and cultivating is almost Jingniang's pursuit of being a demon.

Ruojun stretches out his food command to signal her to shut up and stand beside her.

Jing Niang curled her lips and could only step aside.

She caught a glimpse of Gong Wuyou from a distance, and was firmly locked in the glass room by Ruo Junzi, never letting anyone disturb her.

But she knew that this woman was definitely her strongest competitor.

She is the person who has stayed with Ruo Junzi the longest, so she naturally understands his character.

He never punished another person for killing or injuring concubines in Fuzhong Fuzhong, and even loved the culprit even more.

For him, the dead are not important, the remaining talents are the key, and they are worthy of cultivation and pampering.

Jingniang smiled sweetly, and leaned on the back of Ruojunzi's chair with her slender waist, as if she had foreseen the moment when she would become his Taoist companion and stand by his side.

The accident happened in the blink of an eye!

Under the moonlight, the chill was scattered in all directions, and the humming long sword was ringing in the air, and the clothes of the man standing on it were ethereal.

It was Fang Xingjian.

He moved gently, and only suppressed the coercion so hard that it was difficult for everyone present to raise their heads.

Only Ruojunzi exerted a little force on his fingers clasping the armrest of the seat, and squinted his eyes in surprise.

I don't know what sorcery was used in this spiritual practice.In just a few days, it has reached the Dzogchen Transformation Stage.

He let out a snort, spreading out boundless charm, unexpectedly able to resist Fang Xingjian's coercion, all the demon cultivators around him were jealous like drops of blood, and rushed forward following his command.

Fang Xingjian frowned. He had never seen such a move before, but he was not surprised. The hand hanging by his side quickly squeezed the formula, and the sword was meant to circle in the air, instantly turning into countless sharp long swords.

The tip of the sword is translucent, like ice and snow.

"Go sword."

His tone was soft, but Feijian was as fast as a tiger.

The condensed sword intent penetrated the bodies of all the demon cultivators, only one true intent melted into countless sword intents, and rushed straight to Ruojunzi's face.

If a gentleman smiles and doesn't take a step back, there will be a demon cultivator flying up to block the unstoppable long sword.

Fang Xingjian was not fond of fighting, the guards in front of the teleportation formation had already fallen to the ground, and the agile Axi stood in front of the formation with Gong Wuyou on his back.

If a gentleman is like a ghost, he will float to the two of them in the breath.

A familiar smell wafted around him.

Chalcedony incense.

Ruo Junzi gazed at Gong Wuyou affectionately, as if the two were heaven-sent lovers who had missed the third life, and Fang Xingjian was an ugly bully who beat up mandarin ducks.

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and the red light hit Axi's knees, knocking him half-kneeling on the ground, and Gong Wuyou rolled off his thin shoulders.

Ruo Junzi stretched out his hand, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Let Wuyou be wronged, come here quickly."

Gong Wuyou lowered his eyes, unwilling to look at him.

His expression was slightly hurt, and his tone was even more self-blame:

"Sorry, worry-free."

"Come back with me."

"Worriless, do you want to watch me worry and suffer?"

Gong Wuyou clenched her hands on the ground, but she still didn't move forward, but Fang Xingjian was already in front of her.

Ruo Junzi could only take a step back, gritted his teeth and said darkly, "What did you do to her?"

Fang Xingjian was too lazy to talk nonsense with Ruojunzi, the most urgent thing was to activate the teleportation array.

Several people had already landed in the eyes of the formation, Fang Xingjian held his hand and injected spiritual energy, and the formation glowed slightly with purple light.

The purple light gradually expanded, and suddenly stopped abruptly!

Fang Xingjian took a deep breath.The effect of the golden bead was about to disappear, and the backlash of pain had already struck from his heart, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Sure enough, aura can't activate the formation! ?

He also expected this scene, and moved quickly, and took out the last golden bead from the storage bag with a determined expression.

At worst, we can only fight one game first, catch a magic cultivator and inject magic energy.

But before he swallowed the golden beads, the formation under his feet suddenly brightened, illuminating the sky like daytime.

The three of them disappeared in an instant!

Ruojun squinted his eyes, and his purple hair was like a living creature with consciousness, fluttering around in a mess even in the absence of wind.

Jing Niang wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, she smiled and pressed against Ruo Junzi's back, the round soft and hard back touched each other, her breath was scorching hot.

She acted cleverly, used three-point charm, and said coquettishly:

"The little fish has run away, does the master want to try other dishes?"

If the gentleman is still smiling, but the smile does not reach his eyes, the spring breeze blowing on his face will be thousands of feet cold, almost freezing to death.

His tone was very light, but his movements were very swift, and he held Jingniang's slender neck with his hands.

The thumb was lifted up, pressing against her throat tightly, preventing her from lowering her head.

The darkness in his eyes reveals the slightest bit, but his words are filled with infinite tenderness, as if a lover whispers:

"Jing Niang, you have surpassed."

Fang Xingjian's aura couldn't activate the teleportation array, so who injected the magic energy at the last moment to send the three of them away?

Ruojunzi had a few tears running down the back of his hand, Jingniang struggled to stare at him, begging for mercy written in tears.

With his thumb, he pierced Jingniang's vocal cords precisely, and looked at the tear stains on the back of his hand with disgust.

It's not a small fish, and it doesn't drop pearls. It's disgusting.

He said softly, "Little Yu'er can't escape. Since you can't speak, then don't speak."

Rarely, the moonlight shone on him, and the prodigal son of Huanchang unexpectedly felt three points of loneliness out of thin air.

Ruo Junzi murmured: "Little Yu'er has been controlled."

"She can't escape."