How to set up a god with a terrible person [Quick Transmigration]

▍God and His servants

In the dense forest, Lin Xuanluo was fleeing rapidly.

Lin Xuanluo has been intertwined with adventures and bad luck over the years, his life goes up and down, sometimes in fairyland and sometimes like hell, it is very exciting.But this kind of experience has also created his strong adaptability, and he reached the Jindan stage without any danger.

This time he came to this secret place to explore.

He didn't know where he provoked a villain, meeting him was a killer move, he didn't say a word, and he didn't listen to his explanation, just like an unreasonable lunatic.

To make matters worse, this guy is still a Nascent Soul lunatic with powerful force.

The evil star pursued Lin Xuanluo all the way, because he was good at fighting skills, and the absolute suppression of his cultivation was not easy to break.

Lin Xuanluo was already drenched in blood, and he was almost forced out of all his cards, but the people behind him were still chasing him closer and closer.He could feel the faint pain in his meridians when his spiritual power was running, which meant that his spiritual power was about to bottom out.

"What is the deep hatred between you and me?" Lin Xuanluo couldn't help asking.

The man only returned him with a sneer, he seemed to understand the reason why the villain died because of talking too much, and he didn't talk nonsense with him at all, raising his hand was another sharp sword light.

A strand of black long hair was cut off and fell to the ground, a line of blood appeared on his cheek. If it wasn't for Lin Xuanluo's quick action, his head might have fallen off.

At the same time, a tingling sensation came from the wound.

Even poisoned!This thing that doesn't talk about martial arts.

Feeling that the body is getting dull, Lin Xuanluo is about to swear.

Helpless, he could only desperately squeeze the last trace of spiritual power in his body, trying to fight for a chance for himself.

Surrounded by endless dense forests, behind him is a powerful enemy who is chasing after him. The wealth accumulated over the years has been exhausted.

But life still didn't appear.

This person seemed to be very familiar with his skills and adventures, including some small methods that he had never used publicly. He had used these small methods to escape death many times, but they were useless in front of this person.

An opponent who knew him completely, was several times stronger than him, and was shameless.

Ahead was a cliff, Lin Xuanluo was heartbroken, planning to fight for a chance to survive.

But a hand gripped his shoulder tightly before he could move.

This was the first time he heard that person's voice. It was gloomy, with a bit of disdain and sarcasm: "Want to jump off a cliff and survive by relying on the aura of the protagonist? I won't give you this chance."

Protagonist halo?unfamiliar words.

But under the circumstances, Lin Xuanluo no longer had the leeway to think about these things.

The assailant controlled Lin Xuanluo with one hand, and raised the other hand, thick spiritual power gathered in his palm.

Lin Xuanluo had already experienced the crisis like needle pricks, he felt that the pores all over his body had exploded.Rationality was clamoring for him to run away, but the exhausted spiritual power and the restrained body seemed to make him unable to escape the clutches of the devil's claws.

He has experienced countless moments of life-and-death crisis, but there is never a time like this moment, inexplicable, helpless and desperate.

Lin Xuanluo didn't even understand why the other party wanted to kill him so persistently.

Suddenly, the entire secret realm vibrated, and the ground under his feet was constantly cracking, as if it was about to crack.

The spiritual energy in the secret realm also began to surge, and a faint green aura mixed in, making the spiritual energy more and more violent. It seemed like a provocative beast, rushing madly towards the attacker who was absorbing the spiritual energy.

He suddenly felt the spiritual energy circulating in his body explode, and Nascent Soul throbbed in pain.

There's something wrong with the aura here!

Horrified, while suppressing the aura in his body, he subconsciously let go of his consciousness and explored the secret realm.

Sensing the attacker's distraction, Lin Xuanluo, who was close to running out of fuel, was ruthless, and with his last breath, he used his final killing move.

This was a tactic he had never used before, and it appeared in his mind after he refined the Black Stone of No Resentment.

The tricks are extremely weird, and they don't match any kind of exercises he knows.There is no need to use spiritual power at all, but it is bound to his obsession and wish, revealing a sense of mystery and weirdness.He was worried about the weirdness of this move, although he thought about it repeatedly, he never used it against the enemy.

But at this moment, I can't care about it.

He quickly turned around, made a tactic with his fingers, and slapped Qi Hai fiercely at the other party.

There was no splendid momentum, no terrifying coercion, no spiritual power fluctuations too strong to be ignored, but the power of this move was beyond his imagination.

After receiving this blow, the enemy in front of him had an unbelievable expression on his face:

"You... how..."

This blow seemed to break a certain balance, and dark green cracks appeared on his body surface, and then spread rapidly.

Soon, this powerful Nascent Soul cultivator collapsed like a broken puppet, and even his body turned gray.

The desperate Lin Xuanluo looked at his hand in disbelief, how powerful is this move?This technique...

At this time, he keenly noticed that there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power in the broken corpse.

It's Nascent Soul!To fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not enough to just kill the boss.

Before he had time to think about the exercises, Lin Xuanluo's fingertips were like lightning, and he decisively pinched the Nascent Soul who wanted to escape quietly.

"Uh——" His movements seemed to be a little louder, and the fragile Nascent Soul let out a scream.

"I, I just thought you took my treasure..."

"Fellow Daoist, stay on the front line..."

Lin Xuanluo didn't soften his heart, he didn't intend to ask the other party why he was chasing him anymore.

If you ask, what you get may not be true.

Although he looks like a gentleman, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know the tricks to make people tell the truth obediently.

Such as soul searching.

Soul searching is a crude method.It is very likely that the soul being searched will be damaged and become a fool. If it is used on a fragile Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul may not be able to bear it.

The corners of Lin Xuanluo's mouth curled into an arc, smiling like a breeze.

As a cultivator, he didn't have the problem of being too kind when facing the enemy.

After the soul search was over, the attacker's Nascent Soul really disappeared.

But Lin Xuanluo's face didn't show any enlightenment. He saw the attacker's past, but found a large gap in the past, especially the recent experience, which was completely unknown.

Blank experience, killing intent from unknown origin.

Lin Xuanluo stood up, straightened his messy sleeves, and decided to be more cautious in the future.

There is also a need to study more on the cultivation technique on the Wuyuan Xuanshi, he intuitively felt that this cultivation technique would play a big role in his future immortal journey.

Perhaps these were gifts from the senior back then, but unfortunately he couldn't know the name of the senior, so he could only thank him in his heart.

·

Rey sat on his starship and looked at the dark universe and scattered stars outside the window.

Over the years, he has faded from the youthfulness of the past, his skin is no longer dark like that of wandering on the street, his outline is deeper, and his expression is more sharp and calm than that of a superior.

He has formed a rebel army and has countless huge fleets.

They will be transformed into his sharpest weapons, aimed at the ambitious new queen, his wayward younger brother, and his cowardly but jealous father.

Rey is no longer as resistant to regaining the throne as he was at the beginning, and this task is no longer an impossible task for him.

Having tasted the taste of power, and seen the injustice and resistance happening in every corner of the interstellar world, he is no longer willing to be a mouse-like street gangster like he was back then.

He wanted to reach the top, to take the entire decaying empire in his hands, and to steer it toward what he saw as a bright future.

Only when he dreamed back at midnight, he would miss the days when he didn't have enough to eat, hid in Tibet, and was often beaten.

Because he was accompanied by someone at that time, even the dry bread that had been stored for several days tasted much better than the delicacies in front of the crown prince.

Rey already knows how to hide his thoughts, the more he cares, the less he can show it.

Jason.

He silently said the name in his heart.

A sense of melancholy welled up in his heart, and Ray picked up the coffee that was set aside.

Suddenly, an unsigned message appeared on his personal terminal: [If you drink, you won't see your Jason anymore]

Rey paused as he drank his coffee.

There are not many people who know this number, not to mention that the other party also mentioned Jason. Rey knew who sent the message without thinking.

Those two people who pushed him to where he is today, but never refused to reveal their names.

These two people have always been eccentric and powerful. He didn't want to worry about how the other party knew what he was doing at the moment, and what was more important was the warning in the news.

Rey's gaze swept across the room quietly. Besides him, there was another confidant.

Frey.

This is someone who has been with him for many years, has gone through many tests and gained his trust.This cup of coffee was brought to him by the other party himself.

At this moment, Frey was quietly looking at Ray's movements, and when he saw that Ray's movements of drinking coffee paused, he asked with concern: "Are the beans not suitable for today's taste?"

It seemed that he cared whether he drank that cup of coffee or not.

Rey put down the glass calmly: "It's cold, let's change to another glass."

"Yes." Frey nodded and walked over.

Rey looked at Frey's movements, something was wrong.Thanks to his experience on the streets, he is very sensitive to people's demeanor and steps. He remembers that Frey used to put his right foot on a heavier foot. Not every step is just right like it is now.

The eyes are also different. The eyes of people who have experienced blood and fire will have a different light from that of ordinary civilians, and it is also in the eyes of Frey at this moment.

But—too many.

It's like the indifference and calmness that comes after slaughtering an unknown number of creatures.

He never slaughtered civilians, and he forbade his subordinates to do so. What's more, the war between him and the royal family hadn't fully started yet. Where did Frey get his experience in slaughtering? !

Who is this person?

"Frey" approached his target step by step, and there was a faint light flickering in the palm hanging by his side.

Just a little closer and you can—

"boom--"

Before "Frey" showed his murderous intent, Rey made a move first. As the leader of the rebel army, he was used to wearing a weapon with him, even when he was sleeping.

A laser pierced through "Frey"'s forehead.

Rey is no longer the immature boy he was back then. After the baptism of blood and fire, he has gradually become ruthless. When he finds danger, he will immediately turn into the most ferocious lion and take the lead in attacking.

But the strange thing is that the corpse in front of him is Frey himself no matter how he looks at it.Rey even called a doctor to do a DNA comparison and concluded that Frey was correct.

Rey listened to the doctor's report calmly, waved him to leave, and then opened his personal terminal.

【Your Excellency, do you know what's going on? 】

【Ghost possession】

【Please don't joke】

[This is the case in principle, maybe there are more than one ghost around you]

After turning off the terminal, Rey frowned and sat alone for a long time, then recruited his subordinates, and after thoroughly observing and testing, he was relieved to deliver the task:

"Throughly investigate all the people who have behaved abnormally recently, and control them all. If there is any resistance, kill them directly."

·

Conspiracies and counterattacks are happening in countless worlds.

The main system felt that its connection with the TOP group was almost broken in half.

This shows that at least half of the people he sent to solve the problem died.Such a loss rate is obviously wrong, and what makes it even more disturbing is that these problematic worlds are all original works from which it draws power.

Something is messing around in its pasture.

The main system feels the emotion called anger.

It wants to rush into these worlds and tear apart what stirs the wind and rain in them.

But although it is powerful, it also has its own limitations. It is a system, and the system must operate according to the corresponding rules.It cannot directly interfere with the world, all actions must be carried out indirectly through the actors, and it is impossible to run around like some wanton gods.

At this time, the main system remembered a certain restless protagonist.

Ink Move used to be its sharp blade, but was tricked into making a mistake, settled down after being severely punished, and continued to function as an inspector.

There is currently no evidence that Moji was wrong, but its suspicions never needed evidence.

·

"The main system is calling me back to the system space." Mo Yi, who accompanied the gods in a certain world to watch the protagonist beat the TOP group, said.

"It suspects you."

"I think so, but I shouldn't have left anything behind."

The god showed a clear expression, and stretched out his hand to signal his servant to come over.

Mo Yi approached the god with a half-unknown and half-anticipated mood. The god stretched out his hand to hold his head, and gently guided him to approach him.

The distance between them is getting closer, and Mo Yi can see his own reflection in the eyes of the gods.

The god at this moment has not disguised himself, and those green eyes are like gems.And he is like a little bug trapped in the amber, unable to escape, but will always be one with the amber.

The bright red lips of the gods moved closer.

Mo Yi's heartbeat, which had been calm for a long time, gradually lost control.

Then, he got a heavy chestnut on his forehead.

Lil smiled like a bad cat trying to play a prank: "Look, I hit you as soon as I hit you, there is no need for any reason, and the main system is the same."

Mo Yi reacted for a while before he came back to his senses, the gods were answering his previous doubts.

Maybe he is still taking revenge for being perfunctory in a certain world by the way.

Mo Yi was a little depressed: "..."

If the learning of the gods is broken, I still learn from him.This gave him the illusion of digging a hole and burying himself.

After a while, he adjusted his mood: "Do I need to answer its call?"

"No, we've reached this point anyway, so we don't need to keep talking to that unlucky thing."

The call sent by the main system has not been answered for a long time.

Its anger kept rising, as if a Neptune with stars and moons suddenly found that the fish in the pond had turned against the water.

A dark line suddenly appeared on Mo Yi's neck, like a tattoo engraved on the skin.

This is the yoke that the main system imposes on every inspector, a chain that they cannot shake off for life, no matter where they flee.

The powerful force tore at Mo Yi's body, trying to break through the space barrier and pull him back to the main system space.

"It's...is...enforcing a recall..."

His hand on the table suddenly tightened, and he clasped it tightly, gritting his teeth, unwilling to let himself make any unnecessary noises.

This was in front of the gods, out of some subtle self-esteem, he didn't want his embarrassing side to be discovered by the other party.

Even the gods had already seen him in a more embarrassing state.

Sensing his resistance, the power summoned by the main system became stronger. Mo Yi seemed to be in the vortex of the deep sea, resisting the power of nature with his flesh and blood.

A cold, pale hand fell on the back of his hand.

In an instant, the originally irresistible tearing force suddenly disappeared.

The jewel-like eyes of the gods stared at the lines floating on Mo Yi's neck, and the dark lines fell on the warm human skin, creating a strong contrast.

It looks fine.

But he doesn't like his servants to bear the marks of other existences.

The pale fingertips lifted and brushed against the ink shifted skin, and the black mark where it passed was erased little by little, leaving only slightly red marks from the touch of the gods.

"He is mine. From body to soul, every bit of flesh and bone, everything about him has long belonged to me. There is no room for snatching of what was dedicated to me..."

The arrogant speech was transmitted along the dissipated imprint, and the system almost crashed when he was so angry.