After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

Xie Rong asked doubtfully, "Young Master?"

Xie Yun came back to his senses, he pulled down his collar, wiped his neck with his fingertips, the white collar was clean - the red rope tied with Mingyu and the Mingyu sword disappeared together.

He flipped his sleeve with his fingertips, a foot of snow came out of the sheath, and Xie Yun's face was reflected on the sword. At this time, Xie Yun was not yet 14 years old, and his momentum was not yet perfect.His facial features have not yet opened, and he has a bit of youthful air, but he doesn't look amiable. It only makes people feel like frost is better than snow, and he is frozen from the inside.

Exactly what he looked like when he was young.

No wonder Xie Yufei thought he was arrogant, Xie Yun was indeed not very restrained when he was young, and everyone in Feiyin City knew that the young master of the Xie family was extremely arrogant and difficult to get close to.

Xie Yun's spiritual power circulated rapidly in his body, traveling through his entire body, the meridians and his physical body were telling him that this was indeed a body with only Jindan stage cultivation.

Can the illusion of a monk in the fit period deceive him from the inside out?

Whether it is an illusion or not, he has already stepped into this situation, and there is no turning back.He is like this here, but it will not be easy there tomorrow.

So no matter how many Xie Yufei there are, he will kill them one by one. If he guessed correctly, if Xie Yufei dies once, the world in this false book will collapse a little bit, maybe... Tomorrow's side will feel better.

Xie Yun said: "Have the elders gone yet?"

Xie Rong said: "There are no people, and we haven't left yet."

Xie Yun pushed the sword into its sheath, straightened his collar, and covered his exposed skin again: "I understand, let's go now, you go back and report to the elder."

Xie Rong said meekly: "Yes."

Xie family in Jinxi town.

Xie Yun drew out his long sword, and Yu Jian headed towards Jinxi Town.

Xie Rong didn't ask Xie Yun why he didn't go with the elders, but returned to Xie's house obediently, and reported Xie Yun's whereabouts to the first elder of Xie's family according to Xie Yun's instructions.

Jinxi Town is far away from Feiyin City. It is a remote small town. The Xie family owns a low-quality spirit stone mine, so some monks with extremely poor qualifications will be sent to Jinxi Town to mine the spirit mine.

The monks with the highest cultivation level in Jinxi Town are only at the consecration stage, and a demon cultivator at the golden core or foundation stage can slaughter the entire branch.

Xie Yun almost used his sword with all his strength, but when he arrived at Jinxi Town, the massacre was over.

The Xie family branch in Jinxi Town has been reduced to ruins, and the magic cultivator who killed the Xie family branch has disappeared

There was a strong bloody smell floating around, and the corpse that had been disemboweled by the magician lay on the ground and was nailed to the wall and eaves by a sword.

The blood on the ground had dried to dark red. Xie Yun fell in front of the ruins, brushed the rough wall with his fingertips, and wiped the dried blood on his fingertips.

The residual aura in the cultivator's blood has long since dissipated, and it's unknown how long the tragedy took place.

"Are you late?"

He obviously came at the fastest speed, and even the elders of the Xie family have not arrived at this moment, so it is still late?

Xie Yun walked into the ruins holding a sword, "Young Master Xie, is there anyone alive here?"

From time to time, he lifted the stone beams and pillars, hoping to find a few surviving monks, but no matter how he called, no one answered.

Until he reached the depths of the ruins, he heard the sound of falling wood and stones. Xie Yun heard the sound and swung his sword over. The sword energy lifted the wood and stones, revealing Xie Yufei who was barely injured underneath.

Xie Yufei, who is 15 years old, is not much different from Xie Yufei, who is in his early twenties. His outline is more immature and youthful, his cultivation is only at the peak of the entrainment period, and his eyes reveal panic and bewilderment.

He really looked like an ordinary teenager who was frightened.

Xie Yun looked down at Xie Yufei, and walked up to Xie Yufei in a few steps.

Xie Yufei climbed up cautiously, tremblingly said: "You are here to save me..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. After the bone-piercing chill, his brain realized the pain.

Xie Yufei looked down dully, there was a Hidden Blade inserted into his heart!

Xie Yun approached Xie Yufei and said softly, "Of course not, I'm here to kill you."

If this is an illusion, once Xie Yufei, who is the core of the illusion, dies, the illusion will naturally collapse. If it is rebirth...

Xie Yun's eyes were cold.

It doesn't matter, if he comes out once, he can have a second or third time.

No matter how many reincarnations, he will cross the plot.

Amidst the gurgling sound of blood flowing out, a foot of snow in Xie Yun's hand gradually penetrated into Xie Yufei's body.

Blood overflowed from Xie Yufei's mouth, and his pupils gradually dilated: "Why..."

Out of curiosity, he doesn't even know this person, but secretly thinks that he should be saved, why...

Warm blood flowed out from Xie Yufei's wound, gradually becoming viscous, turning into puddles of black ink, which wet Xie Yun's clothes.

The scene in front of Xie Yun gradually collapsed, and everything in front of him began to melt, melting in the literal sense, and

Like Xie Yufei, it turned into ink!

A house several feet high is just a black spot, and the whole Jinxi Town is just a blob of ink.

Black ink smudges covered the sky, the whole world was fading and melting, reduced to black and white ink painting, black ink rubbed Xie Yun's shoulder and fell.

Xie Yun raised his head, he was standing in a black and white world at the moment, he was the only one in the world who did not melt into ink stains as the world collapsed.

"This is really an illusion," Xie Yun retracted his sword and sheathed it, "Does Wan Ju think he can kill me in an illusion?"

As soon as Xie Yufei died, the "world" began to collapse, which is enough to prove that this is a huge illusion.

Not only that, as the "world" melted, the spiritual power in Xie Yun's body increased rapidly, jumping from the foundation to the nascent infant in the blink of an eye, and jumped to the out-of-body stage in an instant.

Feeling the rapid recovery of strength, Xie Yun murmured: "Then, Xie Yufei, who is the core of the illusion, is dead, what will happen next?"

He loves to talk as usual, but there is no one around him who can answer his words.

Xie Yun pursed his lower lip, and when the "world" completely melted into black ink, a dazzling white light flashed in front of Xie Yun, Xie Yun's increased spiritual power suddenly stopped, and when Xie Yun took his next breath, suddenly Falling from the peak of the out-of-body period to the middle of the Jindan period.

"Little Lord!"

Xie Yun turned around.

Xie Rong hurried over, and with Xie Yun's familiar expression and tone, repeated what Xie Yun had heard not long ago: "The branch was attacked by the demon cultivator, please ask the main family for help, the elder ordered you to rush to rescue!"

Xie Yun fixedly looked at Xie Rong: "Xie Rong?"

The thank you made by Mo was able to give the correct answer according to Xie Yun's question: "It's me, young master."

Xie Yun: "What did you just say?"

Did he enter the next illusion from the last illusion?Is it the same illusion?

Xie Rong said with a sad tone, "The Xie family branch in Jinxi Town has been..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Yun turned around and flew towards Jinxi Town with her sword.

The ruins were exactly the same, and even the angle at which the stone slabs collapsed remained unchanged.

Xie Yun lifted all the stone slabs, but couldn't find a single living monk. In the illusion, only the Jindanqi body felt exhausted.

He took a light breath, and lifted the stone slab where Xie Yufei was buried.

In the dimly lit narrow space, lay 15-year-old Xie Yufei, with a hopeful expression on his face: "You are here..."

Xie Yun's horizontal sword was pressed against Xie Yufei's neck, and he gave him a sword!

When Xie Yufei died, the world began to collapse again.

During the gap between world reconstruction, Xie Rong hurried over, and first called out: "Young master!"

……

Amidst the black ink and pure white, Xie Yun wearily dropped a foot of snow. He went earlier each time, but no matter how early he was, when he arrived at Jinxi Town, there were only corpses and bloodstains everywhere.

Everything he did was in vain, he couldn't be saved, he couldn't be killed, he was abandoned in this infinite cycle, the plot grabbed his limbs, trying to grind him and break him.

Xie Yun couldn't remember how many times he killed Xie Yufei, maybe it was one time, or No.1 nine times.

The world made of ink marks gradually recovered, and Xie Yun heard familiar footsteps behind him.

Xie Rong ran over in panic: "Young master!"

This time, Xie Yun didn't answer the call.

Xie Rong didn't notice the weirdness at all. Even if Xie Yun didn't answer him, he would follow the arrangement of the plot and guide Xie Yun through the next plot: "The branch was attacked by the demon cultivator, and I asked my family for help..."

Xie Yun was a little sad, he was very tired, he lowered his head, and reached out to touch Xie Rong's face.

He was not yet 14 years old, and he was tall and thin. He looked thin and pale, and his fingertips felt icy cold.

Xie Rong looked at him ignorantly.

Xie Yun suddenly found the figure of this child from various memories: this is a child from the same family, but with extremely poor qualifications. He only does some things in the family on weekdays, and will be sent to Jinxi Town as soon as he grows up.

So when an accident happened in Jinxi Town, the child cried so much, grabbed his sleeve, sobbed and couldn't even finish his sentence.

Xie Yun loosened his fingers, and a foot of snow fell to the ground. He knelt down on one knee and hugged Xie Rong. After a long time, he heard himself apologize to the child: "I'm sorry."

He knew that he was not apologizing to the person in front of him, but to Xie Rong who was far away in Feiyin City.

Sorry, maybe you have never been to this world.

Maybe you and I are living in an illusion, but I have to destroy this illusion again and again.

……

Xie Yun is trapped in this infinite cycle, unable to find an exit, all the characters follow the arrangement, using human skin, it seems that they still maintain a human way of thinking, but they are always a "person" made of ink, It's just going to repeat the plot.

And Xie Yun, if he doesn't give in, he will be drawn into reincarnation until his unyielding bones are broken, forcing him to kneel down and become a "supporting role" crawling under the plot.

Xie Rong was puzzled: "Young master? What are you talking about?"

Xie Yun adjusted her mentality and picked up a foot of snow: "It's nothing."

He has only two options, abandoning the plot or obeying the plot, since the former is useless, then he will try the latter option.

……

In the city of curses

The Demon King of Ten Thousand Curses was biting the tip of his pen. He was in a stone room with a huge capacity, and there were thousands of copies of "Defying the Heavens Changing Fate" floating around. He had a crystal cutout beside him.

As time went by, two copies of "Change Fate Against the Heavens" were on fire!The sound of the pages being burned reached Wan Ju's ears, and Wan Ju muttered, "Three books."

The Demon King of Ten Thousand Curses bit the nib of the pen hard, pulled over two copies of "Defying the Heavens and Changing Fate", opened the book, and drew a spell on the page with a sapphire pen: "One word is like a lifetime, and the ink is like a spring and autumn!"

Two copies of "Change Fate against the Sky" flew into the air, one flicked to the sixth page, and the other quickly flipped to the middle and back of the book.

Before half of the sand in the crystal glass was filled, the two books were burned to ashes again!

Mantra tore through the new book.

These two people are much more difficult than he imagined. Even if they are thrown into the world of the book, they are still not confused by the world in the book. They keep beheading and breaking the world in the book.

Wan Ju said in a low voice: "It's a pity that my realm has fallen too far, and I can't kill these two with my own hands."

His position as Demon Lord was picked for nothing, because he was very slack in cultivation. Although he managed to reach the integration stage, he was not stable and fell to the realm many times.

Song Minglong is not a monk, but only a creation with brush and ink, so he doesn't know the tricks of the monk's cultivation, let alone the depth of the ten thousand mantras.

But the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Curses knows very well that he has no realm of the fusion stage, and he does not have the strength of the fusion stage.There are not no body-fit monks with unstable realms, but those who frequently fall into the realm like him can only show that he has never touched the threshold of the body-fit stage.

He can only be regarded as a magic cultivator at the peak of the distraction period.

Wanju was originally a monk who was not good at fighting. He had to deal with two monks who were also in the distraction stage. One of them was a sword cultivator who was half a level stronger at the same level, and the other was a magic cultivator who had practiced the sun and moon.

Wan Ju knew very well that if he confronted Xie Yun head-on, he didn't have much chance of winning.

But Xie Yun and the two of them didn't know this.

Wan Ju smiled strangely, dipped a little ink with a pen, and wrote the word "mirror" on the table, and the handwriting instantly became a real mirror.

The figures of Xie Yun and Ying Baiye appeared in the mirror respectively, and the two had already shown their fatigue in the repeated plot.Even if the first Demon Lord is here, he will probably think that this is a repeated illusion.

But this is no illusion.

Therefore, the method of dealing with illusions will not work for the world in the book.

Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Curses: "What is the number one Demon Lord of Tibetan Sword Dao, that will be a character after 100 years! Now they are all distracted monks. Let you forget yourself over and over again in the world of books with pain in your heart." Who is it?"

After a few hours, the speed at which the books were burned slowed down significantly.

Xie Yun stayed at 3 and 3 respectively.

Wan Ju took down the two books, and he showed a happy expression: "Finally tried to follow the plot and made a breakthrough. Useless, useless, I am the god in this world!"

Wan Ju turned two pages of the book, scratched his chin with a pen, left a few ink marks, and said to himself: "Hahaha——Ying Baiye has come to this part of the plot, colluded with the Demon Lord, and even Xie Yun Died tragically under the siege...Let Xie Yun follow the plot and die at the hands of Ying Baiye."

Wan Ju grabbed two books, turned to the sixth page, and turned it upside down on the other book!