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

What buzzed was the long sword that fell with him.

Fang Xingjian's gate of life was destroyed, and his eyes were dark, only his spiritual sense still had some effect, and he could clearly discern what was in front of him.

The whole body of the magic sword is simple and simple, but it is covered with a thick layer of rust, which looks dilapidated and stagnant.

However, Fang Xingjian knew that it was completely different from what it looked like.

When he held the magic sword in his hand, he only felt that the human being and the sword were completely integrated into one.Even if it was infused with spiritual energy, the Demon Sword obeyed his orders, beheading Demon Xiu sharply and swiftly.

This is by no means an ordinary sword.

Fang Xingjian gently picked up the magic sword, even though his body was covered in blood, his eyes were gray and white under the long eyelashes like crow feathers, and the dried blood was still frozen under his eyes, but he hooked the corners of his lips.

In an instant, the vast and boundless Demon Realm was like a crimson crescent moon in March.

It seems that he is not a down-and-out swordsman who was betrayed by everyone, and his beloved apprentice killed his teacher, but a son of a family who is strolling in the garden.

Mimi doesn't know anything about human affairs.

Fang Xingjian put his two fingers together, brushed the blade of the Demon Sword carefully, and the excitement trembled from his fingers to the bottom of his heart.

It was not a misunderstanding just now that the feeling of being connected with each other was not a misunderstanding, this sword had some fate with him.

Fang Xingjian didn't think there was a difference between a magic sword and a spirit sword. There are also evil sword cultivators in the world, so holding a magic sword must be a ruthless demon cultivator?

He raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

"With a sword, my life and death will be determined. If I hold the magic sword and kill them again in the future, I don't know what they will look like."

The magic sword vibrated slightly beside him, as if comforting.

Fang Xingjian stroked the hilt of the sword twice with his thumb, but his expression was not at all downcast, his eyes were full of anticipation, he really wanted to kill back as soon as possible so that he could avenge himself with the sword.

--boom!

A loud noise came from the side, Fang Xingjian was startled, and quickly dodged sideways to a dark place aside, letting out his spiritual sense to observe the situation outside.

In the Demon Realm, there is either a violent demon cultivator or a cruel beast hunter. If he is against him now, he has almost no chance of winning.

A voice came from not far away:

"Master, this guy has already sneaked away four times. If you want to follow my advice, just break his legs and lock him firmly in the palace!"

"Fortunately, the master loves him so much, I really don't know what to do."

"If it wasn't for the kindness of the master, you would have been beaten to death in the slave den long ago."

The chattering demon cultivators surrounded the sedan chair, on which sat an indistinguishable purple-haired beauty, with a seductive and troublesome appearance.

Of course Fang Xingjian didn't know that this person was the most famous succubus in Wanchao City - Ruojunzi.

Despite the gentleman in his name, what he does is all vile and robbery.

Men and women have no taboos, and when they see that they like it, they will carry it back to the palace as a furnace. Those who are willing are naturally good, and those who are unwilling will be threatened and lured, and plundered.

The method of dual cultivation, the cultivation speed is super fast, thousands of miles a day.

Even if it is a humble succubus, let him mix into a noble position in Wanchao City.

If the gentleman's long eyelashes droop slightly, the half-kneeling child on the ground is covered in sand, and the beautiful red pupils are staring at him firmly. If the gaze is strong, there may be a lot of blood holes left on his body.

It's a pity that Ruojun covered his lips and smiled: "I thought you were so terrible, you escaped four times, why did you still crash into my palm?"

The appearance of the child on the ground can only be called handsome, except for a pair of red pupils that are crystal clear, clean and pure.

He spat: "Bah! Even if I die, I won't be your furnace!"

If a gentleman only raises his eyebrows lightly, the people next to him will instantly understand what he means, and they will kick the child over with a warm heart.

The child rolled over and over several times, clutching his heart tightly, leaving bloodstains between his lips and teeth.

There were too many bruises on his body, old wounds piled up with new ones, a mere kick seemed to be nothing serious, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stumbled to his feet again, glared at him viciously, and hurriedly ran outside.

If the gentleman could not let him get away with it, he rested his chin with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand, a few flashes of red light came out from his fingertips, and hit the child's back, sending him flying.

At the beginning, it was just for looking pretty, so it was put in the palace.Unexpectedly, this character is so stubborn, which aroused his interest.

Like teasing a pet, let him run, then catch him back and beat him to death.

After playing with it a few times, the person next to him quickly lifted out the cage and put him back in.

The bloodstains all over the child's body were covered with yellow sand, the pain could not stop the bleeding, and he was locked in a strong and narrow cage. His neck was red with hatred, and he shouted: "Let me go! Let me go!"

He clung tightly to the railing of the iron cage, and shouted hoarsely:

"I don't want to go back, I don't want to be a cauldron!"

"You let me go..."

The voice came to the back, gradually becoming hoarse and sobbing.He was only a child in his teens, and the torture and pain he had endured in the past few days had already broken through his psychological defenses.

"Help me, I don't want to..."

If the gentleman sees that he has softened, he becomes more interested in playing with him, and asks him to be taken out of the cage, tied with shackles and shackles, and makes him prostrate on the ground and crawl back with the luan car.

The child had suffered so much, and he hadn’t eaten anything to satisfy his hunger for several days. He was weak all over, and after only a few steps, his palms and knees were worn out by the rough ground, and blood was puddled with each step.

Ruo Junzi turned around and rested his chin with both hands, looked at the child crawling behind the car, and squinted his eyes happily.

Naturally thoughtful compliments from Moxiu around:

"The master is still good at playing. Let him crawl back like this. I'm afraid he won't be able to walk for the rest of his life. Let's see how he escapes!"

"Don't bask in the sun, master, I'm afraid the blood on that guy's body will stain your eyes."

"Climb faster! Are you wanting the master to wait for you? You little bastard!"

Speaking of getting up, someone went up and kicked him hard, and kicking him to the ground would be considered enjoyable.

The child was stiff on the ground, unable to sustain the pain all over his body, hugging his knees and groaning in pain on the ground, but the person next to him pulled hard on the chain that bound him to prevent his limbs from curling up.

At this moment, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and pierced into the luan car.

Ruo Junzi's eyes trembled, and he quickly dodged, Luan Jiao and him fell to the ground in embarrassment.

He got up quickly, and there was a bright red bloodstain on his face, with blood drops the size of rice grains oozing out.

Seeing the bloodstains on his face, all the demon cultivators around were too scared to breathe, knelt on the ground pale and shivered.

There is no other, because if a gentleman is a succubus, what he cultivates is a charming appearance.

Hurting his face is like snatching Danxiu's medicine bottle or dropping Fuxiu's cinnabar pen. It is a sworn enemy.

Ruo Junzi turned over and stood up, covering Baiyu's cheek with one hand, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, his laziness was swept away, and he wanted to tear someone to pieces.

The long sword pierced through the luan chariot, and before their eyes, it was pulled out with a slight tremor, and then flew back to the boulder not far away.

The long sword landed steadily on Fang Xingjian's right hand.

Facing everyone's hostile eyes, he stood quietly in front of the wind in a blood-stained white robe.

The black hair is slightly scattered, calm and composed, and the tone is light and crisp, just like white porcelain touching:

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

The Demon Realm was finally closed.

Although Wen Ziyi was the first disciple of the sinner Fang Xingjian, but because of his feat of righteously exterminating his relatives, the head of the sect not only did not punish him, but even made him worship under the sect of other immortals.

Castle Peak.

After packing the last piece of clothing, he looked up at the bedroom again.

Master, no, it should be Fang Xingjian.His dormitory has been sealed up, and everything has been sent to the salt oven and burned.

All of Fang Xingjian's ties to the human world have been cut off, his name is a taboo in Lingyan Mountain, and no one will ever mention it again.

As the wind blew, a string of glazed wind chimes hanging on the beams of the house jingled, and a Qingshen Jue was set on it.

This was hung by Fang Xingjian when he first entered the sect.

Wen Ziyi's foundation was not solid when he was young, and he saw countless elites on Lingyan Mountain. With such an unyielding temperament, how could he be willing to succumb to others.

So he practiced sword practice every day, almost to the point where he didn't think about food and drink, and he was about to go crazy.

Even when sleeping at night, I often dream of a person wandering in an empty and dark place practicing sword.

Fang Xingjian never taught him how to improve, he tossed and turned only to make him calm down, and hung up a Raoshizi wind chime to lull him to sleep.

Do you treat him like a kid!

Sleep well at night?It's ridiculous.

He would rather be able to practice swordsmanship in his dreams!

Wen Ziyi smirked, she was out of his control, and would no longer be bound by trivial matters.

He raised his hand with a sword formula, smashing the wind chime into pieces neatly.

Once the wind blows, there is no more sound.

Wen Ziyi locked the door and looked coldly at the new hill.

The Qinquan Peak where the little uncle is located is lit all the year round, even in the dark it is as bright as day.

would be a great place.he thinks.

The person in front of him is undoubtedly a strong enemy.

In his heyday, he might be able to fight against him, but now his meridians and dantian are all broken, and he is already at the end of his strength.

But Fang Xingjian had no choice but to make a move.

The first time he saw Ruojunzi, he remembered the plot in the original book:

The protagonist, Bai Xinghua, was wounded and dying. The ghost cultivator traveled all over the world, and finally found the elixir for the flesh and bones of the living dead, which made him recover as before.

Although the love between the two was the most written, but what Fang Xingjian cared about was the elixir.

Known as the shark pill, it is the demon pill of Xiangdi from the Demon King's Palace.

Gong Xiangdi is good at using poison and has a violent temperament.Because of the loss of her dependent sister, she became even more moody.

In just ten years, the most prosperous Xijin City in the Demon Realm was killed by him and turned into an empty city.

Of course, this is also one of the reasons why Ghost Cultivator can easily take away his demon core in the future.

Although Fang Xingjian didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but if there was a chance, he would try. Maybe Gong Xiangdi would have another way.

The meridians in his dantian are all broken, and if he wants to restore his original state, this shark pill will definitely play a big role.

In the original book, there is a golden-blue fish scale hanging around Gong Xiangdi's neck, which is the proof of the existence of his sister who has been missing for many years.

But now, this golden blue fish scale was quietly hanging on Ruojunzi's waist.

Fang Xingjian thought for a while, and lightly closed his long eyelashes:

Gong Wuyou is probably in his hands.

Even if he wasn't there, he couldn't get away from this person.

I missed the opportunity in front of me, and I don't know when I will find this person.

Right now, after receiving the opponent's three moves, the spiritual energy in his body has long been exhausted, and the last trace has been poured into the magic sword, ready to put all his eggs in one basket.

To him, death is not scary.

Terrifyingly, no one died on the battlefield.

Ruo Junzi took a step forward, his nostrils were filled with the bloody smell of Fang Xingjian.

His eyes darkened, and he was secretly surprised:

This ignorant swordsman turned out to be a monk from the human world!

He raised his handsome eyebrows, suddenly raised his eyes to look at the gloomy sky above, and said with a tight smile:

"Unexpectedly, they actually opened the switch of the Demon Realm."

Fang Xingjian pursed his thin lips tightly.

It is not only difficult for a monk who grew up with aura cultivation to beat a demon cultivator of the same level.

and......

For Moxiu, they are the best furnace and ingredients.

If the sword wound on Junzi's face was no longer bleeding, he touched his cheek and threatened softly:

"I heard that you sword cultivators are the most humiliated?"

He covered his lips and smiled lightly: "Do you know that the Lord of Wanchao City is looking for a new pet recently?"

"As the only orthodox monk in the Demon Realm, I'm afraid you will be favored for a long time."

Ruo Junzi stood in front of him, pointed his fingers frivolously between his brows, with a very arrogant expression.

However, change is in the blink of an eye.

If there is a black human figure behind Junzi, put five fingers on his neck and squeeze it tightly.

The person who was arrogant just now was pinched out of breath in an instant, his fair cheeks turned purple, and his eyes bulged out, like a dying goldfish.

Sombra was in a state of rage, and he showed no mercy in his attacks.If the gentleman sees that something is wrong, he immediately struggles to sacrifice his life-saving magic weapon, and the yellow sand rises instantly, covering the entire sky.

Heiying's hand was empty, Ruojunzi and the trembling Moxiu all disappeared.

Fang Xingjian held the long sword tightly, tried his best to support his body and stood up straight, panting like a trapped animal.

The tip of the sword was sharp and shining with silver light, pointing at the coming person as sharply as his expression.

Ah.

Better to die in the field than in bed.

He slightly hooked his lips, and his pale face was a little more lively.

The black shadow took off the hooded robe, revealing a face as white as a bright moon. His golden pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at Fang Xingjian in disbelief.

He stretched out his knuckle-boned hands, under Fang Xingjian's extreme defense, he looked like he was treating an extremely soft cloud carefully, and shivered slightly into his arms.

With a sour voice, he called out with a crying voice:

"elder brother."