I was terrified [Quick Transmigration]

The flame turned into a long dragon, coiling around the cliff, and the scorching air flow accompanied by the spiritual flow, completely sealing off the escape route of those monks.

"Oops!"

"You monster... what do you want to do?!"

"Quick, start!"

Those few people were just on guard at first, but when they saw that Jinwu was making a real move like this, they immediately panicked.

In the gap between the last flames, several signal bees jumped into the sky and flew towards the distance like lightning.

That was the distress signal they sent towards their division gates.

Jin Wu just chuckled, the flame feathers behind him stretched wantonly, and as he lightly grasped it with his palm, the surrounding heat wave tightened again.

He really intended to kill these people.

Only then did Lin Zhongyuan truly feel his killing intent.

Intense, insane, and uncontrollable terrifying hostility emanated from Sanbai who was with him day and night, and there was a trace of unusual blackness faintly.

Black gas?

This is the Golden Crow, a divine beast, how could there be black energy in its strength?Isn't this what happens when ordinary monks go mad?

Lin Zhongyuan panicked, subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, "Don't..."

Jin Wu misunderstood what he meant, and comforted him with that deep voice, "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

"How can you slaughter creatures at will?!"

Those cultivators screamed, and also yelled out the doubts in Lin Zhongyuan's heart, "Aren't you afraid of God's punishment?!"

indeed so.

Just like when mortals are at war with Xiujie, those immortals who have already ascended cannot intervene or intervene. The Golden Crow is a sacred beast, and the cause and effect with other creatures is already the bottom line. If you really kill too many creatures with your own hands, especially these seven Personally, he is not considered a cultivator from the upper realm...

I'm afraid it will be detrimental to Jinwu.

Lin Zhongyuan always thought that the Golden Crow would come to look for him, but it was inconvenient to do it directly. The judgment of heaven was unpredictable. No one knew what consequences would be caused if he went back to make amends because of personal grievances after the face-to-face conflict.

According to the laws of this world, it is not necessary for divine beasts, immortals, etc. not to fight back when hit or scolded, but they all have limits.

It is equivalent to legitimate self-defense, but not excessive defense, let alone selfishness, and retaliation after the problem has passed.

These seven cultivators obviously plotted against the Golden Crow once, but they failed. If they came to find them afterward, a beating would be regarded as repeatedly jumping on the verge of divine punishment, let alone killing them directly without saying a word.

"God damn it?"

The golden crow's eyes turned dark, as if he was quite puzzled, "Shouldn't you be the ones who deserve to be punished by the gods the most."

That being said, it seems to be true, but if it were true, the Golden Crow would not be disturbed by the black air.

Lin Zhongyuan was speechless for a while, took a deep breath, still raised his right hand holding the sword, and blocked it in front of Jinwu.

His body was already very tired, and the ominous torment brought by the inner demon had never stopped, but it was still much lighter than any divine punishment.

He said, "Let me do it, don't get your hands dirty."

The forced spiritual power flowed through the meridians of his body like countless shattered glass shards, but his sword became unstoppable because of it.

"Lin Zhongyuan..."

Jin Wu held his arm, and said in a restrained voice, "You are always like this."

"I can't stop you, but you can't stop me either."

Lin Zhongyuan felt his strength, but he didn't look back.

He has the capital of self-confidence, even if the Golden Crow is present, if he is determined to make a move, to share the weight of the divine punishment on the Golden Crow, so that this reckless person loses even one life, it will definitely not be ineffective.

Even if it means taking a life, Lin Zhongyuan doesn't intend to ascend, so it doesn't matter.

"Among you and me, do you have to sacrifice one person?"

There was a sigh in Sanbai's voice, which came from behind his ear.

Lin Zhongyuan felt even more guilty.

Yes, one has to be sacrificed.

This world, this common people, this mediocre plane is already crumbling. If I don't die, you will die.

Anyway, he thought, I can still live.

Didn't you come to Lingxu Peak to look for me back then because you wanted me to help you?

Even if you didn't mean it, the person who gave you this prophecy meant it too.

Lin Zhongyuan had never felt how hot the flames of the Golden Crow were.

But when the heat flow behind him suddenly became invisible, he suddenly recognized that it was the power of the Golden Crow.

When he realized it, the warm current had melted into the meridians of his whole body.

"Wait, Sanbai, you can't..."

Lin Zhongyuan almost felt that everything was too absurd.

The figure behind him has disappeared, and the Golden Crow has turned into a spirit body and merged into his blood, becoming one with him.

Terrifying majestic power then emerged, Lin Zhongyuan's sword buzzed, spiritual energy from all directions rushed towards him like a whirlpool, and the spiritual light around him turned into pure gold.

A red and black totem emerged from his heart, like crazily growing vines, covering his whole body in the blink of an eye.

Curved, like countless soft satin ropes, or some kind of ancient magic pattern, stretched out from the cuffs, wrapped around the back of Lin Zhongyuan's hands and fingertips, crawled out from the neckline, and stuck to his profile jawbones, between the eyebrows A little flame pattern emerged with light, and two curves spread out, like bird wings, sticking to his forehead.

Lin Zhongyuan opened his eyes again, and when his mind was shaken and he regained his sight, his pupils had turned into a radiant red gold.

He raised the long sword, and the spirit of Jinwu raised his right hand accordingly.

He circulated the spiritual energy, and the golden crow's spiritual energy rushed to his palm.

Jin Wu said, they deserve to die.

Lin Zhongyuan felt the killing intent deep in his chest could not be suppressed, and his sword technique suddenly became fierce.

The voice appeared directly in his mind, so that even the system subconsciously silenced it.

Jin Wu said, Lin Zhongyuan.

Lin Zhongyuan pierced a cultivator's dantian with his sword, the blade of the sword was lifted lightly, blood spattered.

He said, I am here.

The heart was beating enthusiastically and powerfully, and the pain seemed to be shared in half, and it was not so unbearable anymore.

——Lin Zhongyuan.

He heard the familiar voice ringing in his ears and in his head, buzzing and trembling up his spine.

——If you die now, I will die too.

- So, let's figure it out.

The flames of the Golden Crow make this place the strongest prison, and the sharp sword energy makes this place full of fighting.

Lin Zhongyuan frowned slightly, and the blade of the sword flew horizontally, as fast as light and shadow.

When the third monk finally fell down, his breathing was stagnant, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to communicate with the system, but in this case, speaking rashly in his head... would be heard.

How to do?

A monk behind him tried his best to attack him again, and a flame that could melt everything came out of his vest, interrupting the man's sneak attack.

Lin Zhongyuan turned around and sliced ​​off the man's sword with a sword.

The next move is to seal the throat with a sword.

There are four.

There are three left, and these black-hearted people can be smashed...

Lin Zhongyuan's eyes were slightly hot, and at this moment, seeing the three people running away in fear, he felt a sense of joy.

It was as if some muscle memory had been triggered in his body. He didn't need to think too much at first, and he was able to move on his own. Every time was a killer move, but it didn't make him fluctuate much.

He couldn't help feeling that they deserved it.

They deserve it.

When people want to kill the villains in their eyes, when they believe that the Zombie King will destroy human beings, he has no reason to take action, because people just want to live.

When people want to destroy the crimes they consider themselves, when they believe that the ghost king will bring disasters, he has no reason to act, because people just want to protect more innocent people, but they are too unscrupulous.

But now, the one targeted and assassinated is the divine beast that did nothing wrong, the Golden Crow.

Since Lin Zhongyuan came to this plane, he has been unwilling to wake up from drunkenness.

Now that I'm sober, I can't help but think, it's time to make a move.

The system had reminded him many times that they were just people with similar fates in different worlds. They had the same soul, but they were no longer the same person.

Lin Zhongyuan knew that Sanbai was just Sanbai, not Fu Shenbai, not the ghost king.

But thinking of this, the sword in his hand became even sharper.

five.

He pulled out the long sword, feeling a bit strenuous.

The inner demon kept making noises in his body, refuting each other with the ruthless way he originally practiced.

Heaven is ruthless.

But he still has selfishness.

Contrary to the heat in his heart, Lin Zhongyuan's face was indifferent, and he looked at the monk as if he was looking at a dead person.

These are the last two people who know the true identity of the Golden Crow...

As long as they disappear together, it will all be over.

"Lin Zhongyuan! You are almost exhausted. If you stop here, maybe we and the other sects will be punished lightly!"

The man was pointed at by the point of his sword, and he was still trying his best to delay the time, "Otherwise, if you kill them all, the seven sects will not let you go!"

Seven sects.

Lin Zhongyuan smiled, and silently recited this word with Jinwu, feeling extremely strange for the first time.

His breathing has become disordered, and his method of killing almost kills one thousand enemies and damages himself eight hundred, but he still doesn't want to stop.

Of course he couldn't stop, even if he was caught off guard by the Golden Crow now, no one would be able to escape completely.

"What I killed today is the lackeys of your seven sects!"

Lin Zhongyuan tried his best to keep calm, but his voice trembled uncontrollably. He had to grit his teeth so that he would not lose his voice due to the anger.

Before coming here, he didn't expect... to come this far.

He thought that there were only one or two people in one or two sects who had gone on a crooked path.

Who would have thought that these people were finally captured, and with the clues of the Golden Crow as bait, they discovered that their real backers were not only Qinglianmen.

What is the concept of the seven sects?

That is almost half of the entire cultivation world. No, it is not an exaggeration to say that it can represent the entire cultivation world.

No wonder.

It's no wonder that many disasters in the world have not been resolved effectively and promptly since the disappearance of the Golden Crow.

No wonder these mortals want to go to war with them, risking everything.

No wonder Jinwu didn't want to go back after recovering from his injury.

How did these people get away with it?

"This is all for the sake of the common people! It is beneficial to the entire cultivation world, not to mention you and me!"

That sonorous, forceful, righteous voice still rings in my ears.

Lin Zhongyuan stabbed his heart with a sword, without hesitation, he interrupted more nonsense.

"Idiot. I don't know how much the villain died of talking."

What kind of sect are these people still busy fighting with those mortals?

Where do you have the time to take care of these bastards?It's ridiculous to try to delay time.

In the blink of an eye, the last two finally lost their breath.

When Lin Zhongyuan raised his head, the sun had already slanted to the west, coming towards him with a reddish-purple light.

He let out a long, long breath. Once his body stopped fighting, the colic pain that had been deliberately ignored finally returned to temperature, and a big mouthful of thick blood gushed out of his throat.

The strength was like the flames and mist scattered in all directions, passing quickly, Lin Zhongyuan shook his body twice, and finally his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.

At this time, the only thing supporting him was the long sword that was still blazing in his hand.

"Come out."

Lin Zhongyuan's voice was very low, breathless,

"You are the Golden Crow...you...cannot die..."

"You can die, why can't I?"

The voice of the Golden Crow rang in his ears, there was no doubt about it.

What then appeared was a phantom belonging to Sanbai, translucent, swaying in front of his eyes, as if it would disappear when the wind blows.

He raised his hand and touched Lin Zhongyuan's cheek.

"Go home, and catch up with the supper I made."

"..."

"Lin Zhongyuan, not everything can be solved with your life."

That strange sense of disobedience reappeared.

Lin Zhongyuan looked up at his phantom, his heart beating fast,

"Since just now... I've wanted to ask... Sanbai, you..."

Did you...know something?