Master from the Lunatic Asylum [Transmigration Book]

Qingyuan has never felt that the time is so difficult.

"When... the elder?"

I don't know how much time passed, maybe it was a long while, maybe it was just a moment, before Qingyuan exhausted all his strength and made a weak sound with difficulty.

As soon as the voice came out, he was startled by his hoarse tone, but now he didn't have the energy to think about these trivial things.

In fact, Kiyohara is pretty much lost in all emotions other than shock.

No, no, maybe fear.

Obviously, he just killed a person who deserved to be killed, and he didn't do anything right now, and obviously Qingyuan himself is not a coward... But right now, he just feels scared for no reason.

It was a sense of fear that rose from the bottom of his heart, and spread to all his limbs, causing him to shudder physiologically.

Is this man, really, a coincidence?

The pupils that are still constricted until now show the disbelief in his heart at the moment.

Probably sensing Qing Yuan's gaze, the young man in white finally lowered his eyes slowly to look at Qing Yuan who was sitting on the ground awkwardly.

Dots of blood spilled onto his snow-white gown at some point, looking from a distance, it looked like a red plum blossoming from a sea of ​​blood.

Afterwards, Qing Yuan showed a shallow smile when he saw Shi Gu.

Shi Gu's appearance has always been extremely outstanding, even the members of the Cangyun Sect who disliked him could not find anything wrong with Shi Gu's appearance.

And this outstanding appearance reached its peak at this moment.

But why, such an extremely good-looking smile made Qing Yuan feel a biting coldness.

Cold sweat flowed down from Qingyuan's wound along with fresh blood.

However, under extreme emotions, Qingyuan could no longer feel the pain.

This is the first time since meeting Shigu, Qingyuan saw him smile.

For a moment, he felt that this was probably the last time.

The bloody mass of flesh and blood that the masked man turned into still retains a little bit of muscle memory, and he moved with difficulty, as if he hadn't realized the fact that he was dead. When he caught a glimpse of that scene from the corner of his eye, he suddenly staggered.

"He... is dead?" The murmured voice was extremely hoarse, revealing an emotion Qingyuan didn't understand.

Qingyuan was taken aback.

Under the background of blood, Shi Gu suddenly covered his head, his face was extremely pale, his expression was painful, as if he was silently struggling with something.

"he died?!"

Shi Gu repeated again, but this time, his voice was filled with questioning and panic, and he looked at Qing Yuan suddenly. His eyes, which were originally extremely beautiful and extremely black, were now intertwined with black and gray, while the white part of the eyes was covered with fine and hideous eyes. His bloodshot eyes were covered and submerged, which made him look like a demon crawling out of hell, weird and terrifying.

Qingyuan was so frightened that even his fingertips were trembling.

He thought that there would never be a day in his life where there would be more ups and downs than today.

……

Time went back to two hours ago.

At that time, the disciples of the Cangyun Sect heard the news that Yuan Henghui would stay temporarily, and they were excited and excited. Somebody proposed to drink two cups to celebrate.

As soon as this proposal came out, it was immediately unanimously approved by everyone.

In the end, they are just a group of young disciples who have never been down the mountain. Cangyunzong has strict rules and no entertainment. , didn't relax much at all, and his mind was already ready to move.

This relaxation is too relaxed.

An hour later, everyone was lying on their stomachs or paralyzed.

In a daze, someone pushed Qing Yuan.

The man's voice was indistinct, and he must have been too drunk. As soon as he came up, he asked Qing Yuan a soul question: "Did you take the food and wine you prepared for Senior Yuan just now?"

"!"

Qingyuan made this person tremble violently with one word.

But after all, he drank too much. After shaking, he didn't remember whether he gave it or not.

"Look at you, what a memory!" The man smiled, hiccupped, and patted Qing Yuan's chest with a grin, then pointed to the wine and vegetables not far away.

"Here! The food is right there, what did you get?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Qingyuan suddenly realized, even though he didn't even know what he was suddenly realizing.

Qing Yuan is an outstanding disciple, there is no doubt about it.

But in fact, Qing Yuan's aptitude can only be regarded as above-average. The reason why he can achieve the status of the second inner disciple of the Cangyun Sect is because he is hardworking enough, and the other is because he is very cautious in words and deeds. Respect seniors.

At this moment, this kind of character of respecting the teacher is fully displayed-even though he is so drunk that he doesn't know what to say, he still walks staggeringly, thinking about delivering food to Yuan Heng.

However, as soon as he stretched his hand halfway, he felt something was wrong.

"No, no, the food is cold, I must, I must make it again, and I must make it again."

"No brother." The person next to him quickly said, "I am the root of fire, you forgot? Just heat it up."

"In this way, you take the wine and walk to the front, and I will follow behind with the food, and heat it up by the way, let's go and come back quickly, don't let Senior Yuan go hungry."

Qingyuan thought for a while, and felt that it made sense, and couldn't help thinking movedly, this junior is really enthusiastic.

The enthusiastic junior followed Qing Yuan to the second floor of the inn and knocked on Yuan Heng's door.

"Come in!" Yuan Heng's voice was almost the same as Qing Yuan's, they both looked drunk, the two drunkards got together, and even the conversation was more inkless than normal people.

"Senior, disciple Qing Yuan, I've brought food to senior." Pushing open the door, Qing Yuan's voice was indistinct.

"Food?" Yuan Heng muttered first, and after a while, he felt something was wrong.

"Didn't you already deliver it?"

Qing Yuan was at a loss: "...Huh?"

After staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, Yuan Heng's hazy eyes suddenly froze.

"Wait!" His voice became sober in an instant.

"What are you holding? Put it down!"

Qingyuan was still in a state of bewilderment, and didn't react, he let out a silly "ah" and looked down in doubt.

He remembered that he was holding a wine jug.

And it is true that there is a jug in his hand.

However, the flagon was smoking.

The younger brother heats up so fast.

Kiyohara thought in a daze.

In the next moment, Yuan Heng had pulled him over.

This person's reaction was swift, and he kicked him out before the poisonous gas in the jug spread. It's a pity that it's easy to block an open spear, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow.

A burst of severe pain came from Yuan Heng's palm, but Qing Yuan's chest lighted up at some point with a complicated restraint, which firmly connected Yuan Heng's palm and Qing Yuan's collar together, and they couldn't be separated no matter what. There was also black smoke.

Yuan Heng's face darkened, and he neatly peeled off the surface of his palm, including the skin and flesh, exposing the white bones in the palm.

Blood spattered on Qingyuan's face.

This time, he was finally fully awake.

Turning his head in a daze, he suddenly remembered that not long ago, a certain enthusiastic junior had patted his chest.

Not far away, the enthusiastic junior smiled and waved to him, his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, and his face was as beautiful as a poppy.

It's Jingxiu.

Kiyohara's pupils shrank suddenly.

Yuan Heng's state is obviously very bad.

Even though he made the most correct choice in the fastest time, the sinister restriction still had a great impact on him. His injured right hand kept shaking, and black air infiltrated from the bloody palm indistinctly. .

I don't know the reason for this restriction. It is very sinister and vicious. Not only is it extremely corrosive, it can quickly swallow the flesh and blood in Yuan Heng's palm, and it also has the effect of suppressing cultivation.

In just such a short period of effort, Yuan Heng's spiritual power has been suppressed by [-]%.

Seeing this, Jingxiu grinned: "Sure enough, it's a good thing, I'm not in vain..."

He raised his eyebrows and didn't continue talking.

"Monster!" Yuan Heng said coldly.

"Monster?" Jing Xiu tilted her head innocently, but her smile was extremely vicious.

"Oh, originally, I wanted to share with you an interesting thing I saw when I came here, but it's a pity, it's a pity."

Shaking her head regretfully, Jingxiu stopped the unnecessary verbal argument with him, left a meaningful look in her eyes, and turned to leave.

Yuan Heng wanted to chase after him, but as soon as he pulled his legs, the black energy in his palm eroded him more and more, forcing him to sit in meditation and exercise his whole body spiritual power to fight against the black energy.

It's just... the look Jingxiu left just now made him a little irritated for no reason.

Soon, his irritability was fulfilled.

Men in black appeared from nowhere and surrounded the entire inn.

These people are all masked, but they advance and retreat in a certain way, and their strength is not bad. They range from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage, and there are about a dozen of them here and there.

Normally, Yuan Heng would not take these people seriously, but now he can't. Even though Yuan Heng has tried his best to fight against the restriction, it can only slightly slow down its erosion. At this moment, the effect of the restriction is being suppressed Fully stimulated, Yuan Heng's strength may not even be half of what he used to be.

After scolding Jingxiu for being despicable and shameless in his heart, Yuan Heng raised his knife and wrestled with these masked men.

In the small inn, two groups of people began to fight fiercely.

The Cangyun sect headed by Yuan Heng tried their best to resist, the strong man's broad body blocked most of the attacks of the masked man, and the disciples of Cangyun sect who gradually came to their senses also joined the battle one after another. Unfortunately, the gap in strength lies there.

Everyone in the Cangyun Sect was hit almost crushingly.

Even though Yuan Heng tried his best to protect this group of disciples, everyone still fell down one by one.

Under heavy siege, Yuan Heng finally got really angry.

"Qinghezong! Are you really going to tear your skin apart?!"

The full beard blocked most of his expression, but it still didn't hinder the strong warning in his eyes.

The other party's response was to kick his only current helper, Qing Yuan, out of the inn.

Yuan Heng's face sank like water.

When he saw a masked man at the Jindan stage following Qingyuan out, Yuan Heng realized that this fairly outstanding disciple could not be kept after all.

"锃-"

The sound of piercing the sky rushed towards the face, and the angle was tricky, bypassing the already crumbling body shield in front of Yuan Heng.

At the time of crisis, a compass was thrown over, and the sword that was originally aimed at Yuan Heng missed, and at the same time, he paid a broken price.

At the same time, Meng Xun who was not far away spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"Senior, let's go!" Meng Xun clutched his chest in pain.

The compass just now was his natal magic weapon, and the shattering of the natal magic weapon was almost a fatal injury to him.

He gasped, struggling to catch his breath.

"These people are here for us. You are not from the Cangyun Sect, so you don't need to go through this muddy water."

Meng Xun spoke with difficulty.

He knew that with Yuan Heng's strength, there was absolutely no problem in escaping, and the disciples around them would not be able to survive, and one less death would be better than all of them being planted here.

In fact, before Yuan Heng revealed the origin of the masked people, Meng Xun didn't know that they were members of the Qinghe Sect. These people had all disguised themselves from clothing to exercises to magic weapons. Unless they had a deep understanding of Qinghe Sect, ordinary people would It is almost impossible to guess their origins out of thin air.

However, Yuan Heng hit the nail on the head.

This is actually a very strange thing, but unfortunately, at the critical moment of life and death, Meng Xun didn't have time to think so much.

Another blow struck, Meng Xun had no time to say more, and fought with the visitor again.

Yuan Heng stood where he was, and slowly put down the knife in his hand.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing.

The age of this brawny man should not be too old, but his overly casual attire and full beard cover his face so that others can't see his real condition. It wasn't until this smile that everyone realized that his voice was young. Hearty and bold, about the appearance of a mortal in his 30s.

It's just that at this moment, there is a trace of drudgery in the laughter.

"Good! Very good!"

"Qinghe Xiao'er, Grandpa, I will go all out today and play with you!"

The thick laughter echoed in the inn, and Yuan Heng put one hand on the broad knife in his hand.

"Assassination? I want to see how many of you can go back alive today!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden rune floated in his palm.

The appearance of the rune is very strange, like a small chain, and like a strange long snake.

Afterwards, the runes were connected end to end, gradually enlarged, inserted from the handle of the knife, and fell to the tip of the knife, and where the runes brushed, the entire body of the knife was dazzling with golden light.

"This……"

The masked people who had been killing people with no expression on their faces finally changed their expressions, and among the masked people, the only Nascent Soul Stage lost his voice: "Introducing spirits into the device, out of body stage?!"

They finally realized that something was wrong.

On the other hand, Yuan Heng's expression was not optimistic.

I don't know how Jingxiu's dog-day restriction was obtained, and his cultivation was suppressed again and again, so that now he only has the strength of the early Yuanying stage.

Forcibly introducing spirits into the weapon with the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, what is consumed is not spiritual power, but lifespan.

But in this situation, Yuan Heng can only fight with his life.

He took a look at the odds and ends of Qinghezong, and decided to give it a go.

Unfortunately, things always develop towards the worst outcome.

"I just said, how can it take so long to deal with a few inner disciples?"

The ethereal voice seemed to come from the sky.

A handsome man stood on the window sill of the third floor at some point, looking down at the chaos below.

The man's beard and hair were all white, but his face was very young. He had white hair and a childlike face. Then he locked his eyes on Yuan Heng and smiled with his hands behind his back: "So, there is another expert here."

Yuan Heng's expression suddenly became extremely ugly, and even his voice was filled with gnashing of teeth.

"Zhai! Bin!"

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Especially those surviving disciples of the Cangyun Sect who didn't know the white-haired man.

The man's appearance was extremely unfamiliar to them, but they couldn't be more familiar with the name Zhai Bin.

Di Bin, out of body Dzogchen, sword repairer, the current sword-wielding elder of Qinghe Sect, is also the original... fifth peak elder of Cangyun Sect.

Ye Xun, the Grand Elder of the third peak of Cangyun Sect, rebelled against Cangyun, and not only took away most of his disciples, but also took away an elder and his disciples, and the name of that elder was Zhai Bin. .

Zhai Bin was surprised that he would be recognized, and looked at Yuan Heng with some doubts: "Do you recognize me?"

Although he only defected from Cang Yun six years ago, he has always had a deep grudge against Cang Yun, so he hasn't shown up in the sect for decades, so there should not be many people who recognize him.

Di Bin thought, and looked carefully at Yuan Heng.

It's a pity that the beard on that face made him unable to see anything.

"Even if you are dead and turned into ashes, I will recognize you."

Yuan Heng stared at him with resentment in his eyes, but unfortunately the distance was too far, Zhai Bin didn't see it, but felt that the strong man's anger was really inexplicable.

Forget it.

Left and right are people who are going to die.

He waved his hand indifferently, and thousands of phantoms of flying swords appeared above everyone's heads out of thin air.

Zhai Bin smiled a bit nastyly.

He hadn't planned to come this time, after all, he really didn't need this great Buddha against a group of juniors with vastly different strengths.

It's just that when he thought that it was the disciple of Cangyun Sect who was going to kill, he became uncontrollably excited again, after much deliberation, he decided to come and watch the play.

I didn't expect to see such a wonderful part when I saw it.

Oh, by the way, I heard that the Azure Cloud Sect has sent a new elder this time, who seems to be a useless waste.

Could it be... is it this beard?

It's not trash.

Di Bin thought about it, and felt that the rumors were not credible.

"Let me think...who should I kill first?"

Zhai Bin rubbed his chin, leaned against the handrail on the side of the corridor and smiled slightly, the flying sword on the top moved with the change of his gaze, it seemed that as long as he thought about it, the flying sword would immediately capture the person he liked kill.

[Meng Xun, can the spell be used? ]

During the stalemate, Meng Xun suddenly heard Yuan Heng's voice transmission.

He paused, but his face remained calm, and he only nodded indiscernibly.

Charm is the most basic course for their formation training, of course he will use it.

[Very well, I have a top-grade speed talisman here. When I call you in a while, you will use the fastest speed to activate it and stick it on me. ]

Meng Xun was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Yuan Heng's spirit-inducing device had not stopped, and was still burning with life energy.

He was so close that he clearly felt that the power contained in it had reached a terrifying level, so that Yuan Heng had to hold his broad knife tightly with both hands to prevent the trembling of the blade from arousing Di Bin's vigilance.

This made Meng Xun, who was already ashamed, feel a little hope.

As we all know, when a monk's defense is weakest, it is always when he makes a move.

Together with Yuan Heng, Meng Xun stared at Zhai Bin, waiting for the moment when he made a move.

However, today's variables seem to be desperate.

Through the broken door of the inn, a person suddenly walked in.

The man walked lightly, unhurriedly, walking on the blood-stained road with his head bowed, his expression was flat, on his snow-white gown, spots of bright red were blooming, which added a bit of beauty to him out of thin air, and the wind blew across his face The robe outlines his slightly thin body, and it seems that he is powerless.

"Kill, don't kill... kill, don't kill..."

A weak voice came out, as if he was muttering something in a low voice. Some people couldn't help frowning, trying to hear what he said, but the voice was too small, and they couldn't hear anything.

And everyone in Cangyun Sect was almost going crazy.

'What did he come back for! ! ! Cen Yu, who had no good flesh on his body, shouted at the other surviving disciples.

The rest shook their heads, indicating that they too were surprised.

Cen Yu was about to explode.

Ten days ago, when we were on the road, there was a heavy rain. Shigu once pulled Cen Yu who almost fell off the cliff, which made Cen Yu always grateful to him.

Therefore, if one were to ask Cang Yunzong who was most worried about Shigu's life and death, Cen Yu would definitely rank first.

It's a pity that the uncle he was worried about couldn't feel his anxiety, and was still walking up and down in the front hall of the inn in a leisurely manner.

His footsteps were very light, and he didn't make a sound in the front hall of the huge inn, but everyone in the Azure Cloud Sect felt the sound of his footsteps resounding in their hearts.

dong dong dong dong.

Everyone's hearts were beating wildly.

Shigu is still walking slowly.

The smell of blood and flesh all over the place was pungent, but Shigu seemed to be unable to smell it, even though the blood stained the soles of his shoes and the corners of his clothes.

"Mom sells batches."

Meng Xun heard Yuan Heng curse in a low voice.

This person was obviously in a hurry, and he uttered a lot of swear words quickly. He wished he could scold Shi Gu to death here, but he didn't dare to amplify his voice, so the more he scolded, the more he got angry: "Where the hell is this idiot? I'm looking for death for him @#￥%..."

Zhai Bin on the third floor also saw this visitor who appeared suddenly, and smiled slightly.

"A kid in the Jindan period." He said quietly, "What? Are you here to provoke me?"

Everyone was suffocated.

Sure enough, the next moment, the corner of Zhai Bin's mouth twitched: "Then kill you first."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of swords were fired, and they all rushed down.