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

Wen Ziyi stood on the air vent with a gloomy face dripping water, looking directly at Bai Xinghua.

The soft light sword in his hand hangs on the ground, the blood pooled and flowed down, forming several small puddles on his side.

Weaving Prison's eyes were bloodshot, as he waved his hands, another batch of chubby poisonous spiders rushed forward with their sharp long legs moving swiftly.

Wen Ziyi came to kill a batch, and countless corpses were already piled up around him.

It's almost killing God alive.

Bai Xinghua sat high on the chair, dragged her face with one hand, and yawned: "Zhi Prison, that's all you have? Then you dare to confront Wen Ziyi?"

There were many beads of sweat on Zhiyu's forehead, and his eyes almost wanted to dig out a piece of Tingming's flesh:

"Tingming doesn't do anything, I, I am naturally no match for Wen Ziyi..."

"How about the young master let him come?"

With a cold face, Ting Ming stood firmly beside Bai Xinghua.

Bai Xinghua waved his fingers boredly, and asked some other Moxiu to lead people to rush up. He didn't need these people to defeat Wen Ziyi, he was just delaying time.

They can't do such a small thing well, and I really don't know what use it is to keep it.

"Don't worry, go up and drag him first, I have my own way."

Zhiyu was sweating on his brow, so he could only rush forward.

Ting Ming took a deep look at Bai Xinghua, and after a while, he still asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Excuse me." Ting Ming subconsciously added a respectful word.

Bai Xinghua smiled.

In an instant, spring flowers bloomed all over the mountain forest in Qiujing, and the fragrance was tangy. Countless demon cultivators were full of energy, shouting to kill and rushing forward.

"You guessed it all. It's indeed an ancient demon snake." He licked his lips lightly, his eyes skipping over Ting Ming's handsome face. "It's a pity that it fell into Wen Ziyi's hands. It's good to be by my side."

Ting Ming frowned, then lowered his head after a while, and said yes in a low voice.

Wen Ziyi became impatient with the killing, and waved a magic circle to tie up all the little ones, and flew high on the soft light sword, looking down at Bai Xinghua:

"Bai Xinghua, even if there are another three thousand demon cultivators, they will all die. You should understand my strength."

"Stop struggling, I don't have time to play around with you, what is on your body, hand it over honestly, and I can leave you with a whole body."

Wen Ziyi believed that her cultivation was second to none in the world, even if Bai Xinghua set up an ambush, she would dare to go alone. In the past and present, Bai Xinghua and him have always been enemies.

If he can kill him, Wen Ziyi has no reason not to come.

Bai Xinghua sneered: "Wen Ziyi, Wen Ziyi, I have a relationship with you as a master and apprentice in vain. Why do you have no respect for me as a 'master', but you pretend to be more cute than anyone else in front of Fang Xingjian."

"Others don't know, but I understand your little thoughts best..."

"I used chalcedony incense for you back then, you called his name day and night, and countless beauties were in front of you, you just regarded it as pork—"

"Imagine that your master is more joyful than having sex with a beautiful woman?"

"Tsk tsk," Bai Xinghua closed her eyes slightly as if recalling that scene, and shook her head, "I'm going to blush just hearing your voice."

"If Fang Xingjian knew what his disciple wanted to do to him, do you think he would be so angry that he wanted to kill you?"

Wen Ziyi's face turned serious, and she narrowed her eyes, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, quietly watching the prey in front of her.

The breath in the air is a bit dull, dark clouds are about to fall, and heavy rain is approaching.

Wen Ziyi grinned, showing a cruel smile, and casually killed Moxiu who was running from behind, blood splattered all over the sky.

"He will know one day, but it's not you telling him, I will let Master know my mind."

"As for you, you won't survive today."

As if sensing something, Bai Xinghua gently lowered the raised eyebrows, and nodded with a knowing smile on her face.

"Okay, I just want to see which master you will kill today."

Wen Ziyi's smile paused on his face, and Bai Xinghua's appearance that he was holding the winning ticket cast a shadow over his heart.

He's not afraid of anything but...

There was a soft sound of dead branches being crushed behind him.

It wasn't until now that he noticed the aura of a person who should have been thousands of miles away.

Someone hid Fang Xingjian's aura and brought him here!

Wen Ziyi held the long sword tightly, her pupils shrunk into a line due to fear, and when she turned around to look at Fang Xingjian, her voice was still slightly trembling, her face was full of astonishment, and she couldn't find the calmness to confront Bai Xinghua.

"Master..."

It was Axi and Fang Xingjian who came.

The conversation between Wen Ziyi and Bai Xinghua also fell into their ears.

Axi glanced at Fang Xingjian with a half-smile, pushed aside the folding fan to cover half of his face, and said in a frivolous voice:

"It turns out that the apprentice's love is deeply rooted, no wonder the big brother Fang is so nice."

Fang Xingjian usually had a cold face, and his gaze swept over Wen Ziyi's sword tip that was still dripping blood.

This kid dares to say anything and do anything, why is he so afraid of being like this when he meets his true self?

"I, I'm not... but Master is angry?"

Wen Ziyi knew what she was afraid of, her eyes were fixed on the thin lips of the master, afraid that he would spit out some unpleasant words.

Fang Xingjian didn't say a word, just drew out the long sword by his side and took two steps forward. The sharp point of the sword was still glowing with cold silver light, and it was facing Wen Ziyi's direction.

A Xi's smile almost covered his entire face, and he flapped the white fan one after another, making the red hair on his hair flutter lightly.

Wen Ziyi still stared at him closely, her lips pursed into a line.

The autumn wind blew suddenly, blowing countless yellow and fallen leaves. Amidst the rustling sound, Fang Xingjian's sword moved silently!

"puff--"

The Bihai Chaosheng sword also carried two parts of the sound of the waves, piercing through the body, and the hot blood splashed in front of Wen Ziyi's eyes.

The autumn wind was chilly, and Jianxiu's tightly bundled long hair was blown away. Fang Xingjian squinted slightly, looking at Wen Ziyi who was dumbfounded and motionless.

He opened his thin lips lightly, and said in a deep voice: "I have taught you that you should not be distracted at all during the battle."

Fang Xingjian gathered the messy hair on his ears and temples casually, pulled out the long sword from Mo Xiu's body in front of him, and stood sideways beside Wen Ziyi.

Moxiu made a sneak attack, and he killed him back.

The two swordsmen seemed to be carved out of the same mold, facing the enemy front and back, their movements were so similar that they almost became one.

"Master..."

Wen Ziyi's eyes turned red almost instantly, but the tension and fear on his face still persisted, instead he became even more panicked.

Axi's expression turned cold, and he slapped his fan, gnashing his teeth and said, "Fang Xianchang is really good-tempered, he doesn't even care about being coveted by his apprentice—"

Fang Xingjian frowned slightly, he didn't take Axi's words seriously, but was a little puzzled by Wen Ziyi who was trembling beside him.

Even if he didn't say anything, his attitude can already show his position.

He didn't care what Wen Ziyi's feelings for him were, even he didn't know it himself, whether it was Chiyu or Wen Ziyi, until now, he couldn't tell whether it was the friendship between master and apprentice, or...

But what's the matter? People who walk on the road of cultivating immortals will not be bound by such trivial matters. They will be together when they are happy, and they will fight and part ways if they don't want to.

Does Wen Ziyi take this thing so seriously?

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes, his heart was slightly touched, and he was about to speak to comfort him, but he heard another disturbance in this small battle.

The two were surrounded by Moxiu for three layers, and Bai Xinghua's chalcedony aroma made Moxiu's animal nature stronger, making him even more difficult to deal with than usual.

But at this time, a passage was opened from the outside. Fang Xingjian looked from a distance, and a demon cultivator with a gold and silver mask rushed towards him from the outside.

In the sunlight, the puppet thread in her hand glistened.

Fang Xingjian was horrified, the puppet master was almost an extinct monk, but he didn't expect to see it here.

Wen Ziyi's expression changed, she lowered her head and tightly held the soft light sword in her hand.

Master said, don't lie to him again.

If this is the last time, will Master forgive him?

Weaving Prison standing next to Bai Xinghua was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. Among the three hall masters, Qianmianren was the most unrecognizable person, how could he appear in this place!

The round fingertips of the thousand-faced man controlled the puppet line as if flying. Several puppets were so fast that they could hardly see their figures clearly. They turned their arms into sharp long knives and cut through the stomachs of countless demon cultivators.

Fang Xingjian's expression suddenly became serious, and he narrowed his eyes in astonishment.

After a while, he lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Wen Ziyi's clenched jaw.

He could easily recognize those puppets even though they were covered in blood.It's Maotou's family.

The old lady who was trembling and about to kneel down to him, now kills with silver hair.

And the honest and honest Maotou and Xiaojiabiyu's daughter-in-law moved neatly like a professional executioner, and they were already in front of them in just a few breaths.

Fang Xingjian looked away, took a step back subconsciously, and put away the sword in his hand.

As of now, there is still something he doesn't understand.

As expected, the moment Qian Mian fell to the ground, he half-kneeled in front of Wen Ziyi and called out to the Lord.

He wasn't the only one who changed color. Bai Xinghua in the distance howled, his eyes widened, and he covered his shoulders with deep bones. As long as he hid a little slower, Tingming would cut off his head.

Ting Ming failed with one blow, so he changed his stance in an instant, with each palm carrying a strong wind, hitting Bai Xinghua's chest through the air.

The palm that fell in the air hit the tree not far away heavily, and it actually made a deep palm print!

It can be seen that its power is strong.

Bai Xinghua dodged in every possible way, but was finally sent flying by a palm, and fell on the dusty ground, rolling until her white clothes became dusty.

He coughed violently and almost died.

After a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood, with two blood-stained teeth.

Bai Xinghua's eyes were red with hatred, and she stared at Wen Ziyi.

"Wen Ziyi—"

"This is all calculated by you!"

At this moment, Wen Ziyi was still in the mood to talk too much about his defeated generals. He chased Fang Xingjian, looked at Master with trembling eyes, and begged:

"No, Master, it's not what you think."

"I just want to wipe out Bai Xinghua's people and prevent them from disturbing my life with Master."

"I don't want to hide it from you, I'm just afraid that you won't believe me..."

Fang Xingjian closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was as calm as a stream of stagnant water.

Maotou's meeting, Dou'er's death, and even his asking Wen Ziyi to scatter the Moxiu people were all things he had planned.

Even Wen Ziyi was so well-behaved, it was a good show, for Bai Xinghua to watch.

"I see."

Seeing Fang Xingjian's calm expression, Wen Ziyi finally felt a little relieved and asked him to deal with Bai Xinghua first, and then explain it to Master slowly.

Master will definitely forgive him.

Bai Xinghua prostrated himself on the ground, looking at Ting Ming who was slowly walking towards him, his beautiful face looked a bit hideous, his nose fluttered, veins burst out on his forehead, and he roared angrily:

"Fang Xingjian, if he kills you once, he can kill you a second time, do you really think he is something good?"

Wen Ziyi's eyelids twitched, she turned around abruptly, and signaled Tingming to act quickly.

Bai Xinghua's cultivation was not weak, but he was beaten abruptly by Tingming, and he was also an ancient snake demon, a snake that almost turned into a half-dragon, so his strength was very strong.

but......

He doesn't need to do it himself, someone will protect him.

A vicious light flashed in Bai Xinghua's eyes, he grinned, there was still a lot of blood in his mouth.

"Wen Ziyi, do you think you are the only one who remembers what happened in your previous life?"

"Or should I call you Akadama?"

Wen Ziyi's eyes froze, she thought something was wrong in her heart, and she stopped caring about Tingming, and flew forward to grab Bai Xinghua's neck.

Bai Xinghua raised her neck and laughed loudly a few times, with a wicked expression on her face: "In my previous life, Fang Xingjian passed on all the cultivation of the Immortal Master to you, and you were not satisfied, and even swallowed my cultivation."

"The energy of chaos is the source of demonic energy and spiritual energy. Do you think it is so easy to use?"

He stared fixedly at the hand stretched out in front of his neck. Wen Ziyi exerted so much force that the meridians in his wrist exploded, but he couldn't move any further, as if another soul had been born out of thin air, firmly blocking his movements.

Bai Xinghua's eyes fell on his hand, like a bewitching sea monster, breathing like orchid, but with a bloody smell.

He raised a finger and lightly touched Wen Ziyi's chest. Seeing his disgusting appearance, he couldn't help but smile:

"When you devoured my Primal Chaos Qi, you also devoured some of my soul."

"No wonder I want your body so much, it's because you and I are supposed to be one!"

He glanced at the silent Fang Xingjian, leaned close to Wen Ziyi's ear, and said with a playful smile:

"Isn't it very desperate and painful to kill my own master with my own hands?"

"Are you so regretful that you almost commit suicide to accompany him?"

He laughed softly, but what he said was so vicious that dripping black water: "But, this kind of pain, I have to let you go through it again."

Bai Xinghua backed away suddenly, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, but her expression was not lost at all, and she even looked expectantly at Wen Ziyi, who had the same ferocious face.

He smiled and glanced at Fang Xingjian, it was this person who crawled out of the Demon Realm and ruined all his reputation and life.

Bai Xinghua and Fang Xingjian are born with two extremes. Fang Xingjian is the agglomeration of pure goodness, and Bai Xinghua is the agglomeration of desire and evil. They cannot coexist from beginning to end.

The two of them were born between heaven and earth, so that they had the energy of chaos. From the very beginning, they had to compete for victory.

The world is not benevolent, it depends on good and evil, who can win.

Bai Xinghua came back to her senses, her voice was so sharp that it almost pierced everyone's eardrums,

"Wen Ziyi, I order you to kill Fang Xingjian!"

Fang Xingjian stood where he was, the long sword at his waist felt threatened and glowed faintly.

Until this moment, he didn't know how big the gap in strength was between him and Wen Ziyi.

Before the long sword was pulled out, Wen Ziyi, who smelled of blood and chalcedony, had already arrived in front of him.

The soft light sword that Fang Xingjian gave him was raised high again, the sharp blade faced his eyes, his palm was wet, and he could hardly hold the Bihai Chaosheng sword in his hand.

Those golden pupils looked at him calmly, with love and desire that made him intoxicated.

Just like a hundred years ago, when he was pushed down from the Demon Realm and was pierced through his body.

But this time, Wangguixi never helped him return to the human world.

****

In the Demon Realm, Penglai Xiandao.

The dark guard lightly brushed the little white turtle's shell, and Wangguixi jumped happily in the creek. The situation was much better than he thought. Maybe it only took a thousand years before he could see his master regaining his human form.

A thousand years is also very long, but at least the dark guard still has hope to wait.

The little white turtle passed through several sheets of algae, and the tortoise shell was covered with light green, which looked a little cute and funny.

The dark guard tore off the black mask, with a knowing smile on his somewhat mature face, he gently picked up the white tortoise in the creek, and carefully helped him pick up the algae on the tortoise's shell.

But Bai Gui was taken aback suddenly, and jumped out of his hand, so fast that he couldn't see his movements, he ran to a colorful book not far away.

The dark guard was stunned, this is the book that the master told him to keep, but he opened it and saw only a blank sheet of paper.

At this time, for some reason, the book was faintly glowing with golden light.

The dark guard saw the anxious look of the little white turtle, and hurried forward to help him open it, and the golden light shone on the last page.

Some words seemed to float up, but the dark guard couldn't see clearly, but found that it seemed to be the master's notes.

Those words flashed faintly, and after a while, they all turned into a puff of green smoke and dispersed.

The little white turtle lying in his hands trembled all over, and several spirit marks appeared on his body in a short while, one spirit mark in a thousand years, ten can turn into a human again.

The dark guard happily picked up the white tortoise, who didn't bother to read that weird book, raised his fingers and counted lightly: "One, two, three... There are eight of them!"

Holding the white tortoise, he sang and danced happily, and the autumn wind in the Demon Realm was also warm, blowing the pages of the book on the ground warmly.

The book was blown loudly, and all the print and Wangguixi's hairpin notes were scattered. In the end, there was really only a blank space, and no one knew what strange and tortuous stories were told in this book.

The ending left by Wangguixi was also scattered in the wind, never to be found again.

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