Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

Seeing that Yang Yanjun was about to faint as soon as he closed his eyes, Mingzhi stepped over and hugged him before he fell to the ground.

Yang Yanjun seemed to have exhausted all his strength, the hand holding the sword fell down together with the sword, and the sword fell out of his hand and fell on the hard ground, making a dull sword buzzing sound.

Mingzhi heard the sound and looked down, only to see the cracks on Yang Yanjun's Sword of Fate, and the few cracks with the largest cracks tended to spread again, and the whole sword seemed to be shattered in the next second.

Standing in front of Mingzhi, the Mozun looked down at the fiery Demon Lord who was gradually turning into ashes on the ground, moved his gaze upwards, and finally landed on Mingzhi's arms holding Yang Yanjun.

The eyes suddenly became cold, and the lips that were completely opposite to the eyes were raised, Mo Zun came to Mingzhi's body, knelt down/body, stretched out his hand to caress Mingzhi's cheek, and gently wiped away the blood stains that he had rubbed just now .

Mozun's eyes stopped on Yang Yanjun's face for a moment, and his mood turned cheerful: "He is hopeless."

Yang Yanjun was seriously injured, Mingzhi held Yang Yanjun in his arms and couldn't leave him immediately and jumped away from the Demon Lord, and couldn't let go to fight the Demon Lord, so he had to resist the opponent and continue to hit him in the face The act of smearing blood.

Hearing Mozun's words, Mingzhi glanced at Mingjian, but said nothing.

Fortunately, the Sword of Fate is not broken, and Lord Yang Yan is not completely hopeless.

"My lord." A woman whose whole body was entwined with flowering vines led a group of demons and appeared next to the demon. After seeing the ashes on the ground, she covered her mouth with a chuckle, and the coquettish flowers on her nails bloomed. So gorgeous.

"Is Kuanghuo actually dead?" She looked at the ashes curiously, with an excited expression, "And she was burned to death by fire, who else in the world of cultivating immortals is so powerful, who can use fire to kill Kuanghuo? Zhuo Jun?"

"No." Demon Venerable glanced at her.

"Who is that?" Hua Nuo was a little curious, but she did not forget the purpose of coming here, and reported respectfully, "Your Majesty, the matter is settled, and the son of the Yuanzu is under our control."

Demon Venerable applauded: "Well done."

After being praised, the flower girl looked very proud. Her eyes fell on the ashes on the ground, and she sighed. It's a pity that this guy, Kuang Huo, left without seeing this scene. It's a pity that he didn't see his stinky face.

Mingzhi deduced her identity from the flower girl's attitude and the flowers and trees all over her body. This is the demon king's subordinate—Yaomu Yaojun. Mingzhi swallowed, it seems that he can't escape.

As soon as he thought this way, Yemu Yaojun seemed to have a feeling, several plants broke out from the ground at Mingzhi's feet, grew rapidly, tightly wrapped around Mingzhi's ankles, and continued to wrap around, even Yang Yanjun also wrapped around him. half body.

"Mingzhi, it's time to go back with me." The Mozun smiled slightly, stood up, and just when he was about to do something to Mingzhi, a sword qi with cold air suddenly shot over, and wiped out all the vines that bound Mingzhi cut off.

Ming Zhi suddenly felt his body relax, and seeing the vines grow again, he quickly turned back with Yang Yanjun in his arms, distanced himself from Mozun and the others, and lifted the fog screen of the three protagonists at the same time.

Because—— Mr. Nanhan is here.

Followed by Mr. Rizhuo, the two great innate and pure spiritual roots in the world of cultivating immortals were present, and he no longer needed to worry about the safety of others.

Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw their figures in mid-air, but before he could finish his breath, he saw that Mozun still hadn't given up on him, and he had no intention of looking at the two big gods above him, so he directly Reach out.

Mingzhi was about to hold his sword to block it, when he saw Lord Rizhuo standing in front of them, with a wave of his sleeve, he blocked the demon's attack.

Seeing Mingzhi hugging Yang Yanjun, Nan Hanjun also came down with his sword, took a rough look at Mingzhi, and put his eyes on Mozun's face.

The demon in front of him was beautiful and charming, with a slender figure and butterflies fluttering around his eyes. It was far from the rough demon in Mr. Nanhan's memory a hundred years ago, but the wild wood demon next to him was exactly the same as before.

Nan Hanjun frowned imperceptibly: "Mozun Junkui?"

"Are you looking for Junkui?" Mozun let out a soft snort, and looked around Mr. Nanhan, with the corners of his lips raised, "He's in my stomach. Is Mr. Nanhan interested in meeting him?"

"It's interesting that Junkui actually let the demon fetus he cultivated eat." Nanhan Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at Demon Venerable with interest, "It's just a demon fetus, and the tone is not small."

Magic tire?

Listening to what they said, Mingzhi remembered that although the demon king was the biggest boss in the original book, he didn't seem to have any role in it, and the description of the demon king was that he had a thick face and a thick body, and was as strong as a mountain.

The memory of the boy pointing to the giant egg and telling himself that he was born here resurfaced in his mind.

In the rumors about the Demon Lord in this world, there is a saying that he should make mistakes in his cultivation and cannot maintain a human form, and that he will cultivate demon embryos to eat solid shapes every hundred years. When the two are connected, Mingzhi suddenly has a bold guess, whether this butterfly of his should not Will lightly flap his wings and change to a demon king.

Ming Zhi was thinking, suddenly felt his hand was empty, looked up, and saw Mr. Ri Zhuo had already hugged the unconscious Yang Yan Jun in his arms, he saw Mr. Ri Zhuo raised his hand, trembling slightly Caressing Lord Yangyan's face, after seeing the sword of fate on the ground, Lord Rizhuo's voice trembled a little: "Mu Ze...what's wrong?"

Mu Ze is the name of Yang Yanjun, which is related to the two main spiritual roots he had innately, water and wood, and neither of them has anything to do with the fire spiritual root.

Ming Zhi didn't answer Ri Zhuo Jun, but just cast a few glances at the humanoid ashes on the ground.

Lord Rizhuo looked along his line of sight, and the aura of demonic flames floating in the air showed that these ashes were the Demon Lord of Madfire. In an instant, Lord Rizhuo knew what had happened to Lord Yangyan.

The child in my memory is the treasure in the palm of Elder Ren Shuoyang on Wuwang Mountain. Whenever he travels, he will hug him and never let his feet touch the ground. It can be described as extremely doting.

Huolingen's children have never been so delicate, and Sun Zhuojun, like everyone else, always disdained him when he was a child.

--What's your name?

It was the child who asked himself first. Sitting under the shade of a tree, he seemed to hate the sun. He huddled into a ball and stayed in the shadow as much as possible. .

He didn't answer the child, and wanted to leave without hesitation, but he heard the child say.

——My name is Mu Ze, Mu Ze of Mizuki.

How did he answer, Mr. Rizhuo tried hard to recall, only to remember that a long, long time ago, he asked the child if it wasn't Huolingen, how did he come up with this name?

The child smiled and said to him, yes now, not before.

At that time, Mr. Rizhuo didn't know that behind the child's weakness and squeamishness, the main water spirit root that was incompatible with fire was washed into fire spirit root. Time and time again, the chassis was washed and the qualifications were wasted, so it was reorganized and rebuilt. Washing and then repairing, all the pain comes from the pure Yang constitution that the child is born with.

The child laughed all the time, and no one ever noticed his suffering.

Since he was a child, he has been smiling gently and gently. He never complained about anyone or anything. He accepted everything given to him by the previous Elder Shuoyang. Even if his master passed away later, he inherited the title of Elder Shuoyang. He still has a smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze, and his personality has always been as gentle as Mizuki, just like his innate Mizuki spiritual root.

Rizhuojun's eyes were fragile, he touched the scar on Yangyanjun's face burned by the magic flame, stroked Yangyanjun's almost broken life sword, and in the next second, he took Yangyanjun into his arms.

From a long time ago, knowing that Lord Yangyan had washed his spiritual roots hundreds of times, he always wanted to ask, but every time he saw Lord Yangyan's smile, he couldn't ask the question, and he still hasn't had time to ask.

He wanted to ask him—does it hurt?

Together with the unspoken but deep-seated wish—how about we become Taoist couples?

Mr. Rizhuo looked at the life sword that was on the verge of shattering into slag, held the hilt tightly, poured in his own true energy, and added a few protective shields of spiritual energy to it, in an attempt to slow down the life of the sword. degree of fragmentation.

"Demon Lord!"

Mr. Rizhuo raised his eyes, and the anger in his eyes was soaring, and he looked at Mozun fiercely.

While Mr. Rizhuo was watching Mr. Yangyan, Mr. Nanhan had already started fighting with Mozun. The two of them were in mid-air, under the pressure of the storm.

At first, Mozun didn't pay attention to Mr. Rizhuo's shout. He had just injured Mr. Nanhan's arm with a sneak attack. Seeing Mr. Nanhan's movements froze, just as he was about to taunt, a burning intent came from his back.

A few fireballs that were as bright as the sun came straight at him. They were very fast and aimed accurately. After a few times, the Mozun managed to dodge, but they would still come back to attack the target after being dodged. The object will not disappear.

In addition, there are countless needle-like flames attacking him from the bottom up like rain, and the Mozun looked at the Yemu Yaojun on the ground with hatred, and saw that she was dealing with Gu Yichen three times. People, although they didn't lose the wind, but the three of them were not easy-going lamps, and I didn't see her getting any favors from them.

The other subordinates are still in other places in the secret realm, and they will not be able to come back for a while. There was Lord Nanhan in front of him, and Lord Sunzhuo under his command.

Seeing the blood-stained robe again, especially his own blood, Mozun smiled helplessly, looked up at Mr. Nanhan, took out an exquisite retro bell from his arms, and said with a smile: " Stop playing."

Although Mr. Nanhan didn't know what it was, he had a bad intuition, so he subconsciously raised his hand, and thousands of ice blades shot at the bell in Mozun's hand.

However, to no avail, Mozun rang the soul calling bell.

Mingzhi below was too far away, he didn't see the summoning bell, he didn't think about the fight between the gods and it directly affected his head, and he didn't think that the Mozun was really bound to win him.

After ringing the bell a few times, Mr. Nanhan looked at Mozun and others who had disappeared suddenly, his eyes were confused, and before he had time to think about it, he heard Gu Yichen shouting loudly: "Master."

Looking down, he saw Mingzhi lying powerlessly on the ground, while Gu Yichen was running towards him.