After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

"Have you heard? Yesterday, the direct disciple of Xianjun Zhesui almost smashed the barrier of Mengxing, and Xianjun Yaoye forcibly suppressed it."

Outside Zangshu Pavilion, a maid quickly walked past the door carrying a copper washbasin, and whispered to the woman beside her.

"Hush... It's such a big deal, of course I know." Another maid also lowered her voice, "I heard that before thirty, the man captured all the floors of the Guanta Tower except the top, but it seems that because of The top of the tower is about obsession, if he can't get over it, he wants to blow it all up."

"This method is too cruel..."

"What do you know? Both the sect master and the immortal say that he is a once-in-a-century genius who is decisive in killing and attacking. Now that the world of cultivating immortals is almost spreading, if he becomes famous in one battle, he might be named a king." The sound of conversation flowed from near to far, Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes, and turned the page of the book in his hand.

"Hey, I seem to have heard that Lord Folding Years is getting married."

"Yes! I've heard that too!" The voice of the woman outside suddenly became louder with excitement, "The sect leader was also taken aback at the time, it seems that the Taoism of the Zhesui Immortal cannot break through."

Jiang Yufeng, who had no idea that he was going to marry: "!?"

"Fuming." After a while, he said calmly, "Come out and die."

Jiang Yufeng felt that he had been inactive for a long time, and his hands were itchy.

"What are you calling me out in a hurry for? Xianjun, the good show I'm talking about hasn't started yet, so please stay calm." Fu Ming laughed sinisterly, his voice became deeper and hoarse, "I I have waited so long for that little disciple of yours, but just for this big show recently, I even asked for a Taoist companion for you, why are you unhappy?"

But Jiang Yufeng just closed the book suddenly, and said coldly, "I said it before, don't let me say it a second time."

This time Fu Ming didn't bother to talk nonsense with Jiang Yufeng, so he showed up with a sneer.

He had been waiting for this moment, to trample this person into the quagmire, to see how miserable he would be if he couldn't turn over.

When he forcibly opened the way of heaven, but was destroyed by the Jiangyu wind, he made up his mind to let him experience the pain he had experienced, so that he would live under his curse for life after life.

Now, even if Jiang Yufeng died [-] million times, it would still be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.

He wants to tear up and destroy everything in Jiangyufeng, and Song Bihui is his absolute goal.

It's just that Song Bihui was in the dream walk before, he couldn't move his hands, but now it's different.

He wanted Jiang Yufeng to watch with his own eyes how his beloved disciple hated him and how he died in front of him.

This will surely break through all of Jiang Yufeng's defenses, and thinking about it will make him happy.

"Xianjun, you have read all the classics in the past few days, can you feel at ease? Have you found a way to get rid of me?" Fu Ming smiled and looked down at him, but Jiang Yufeng didn't even look at him. He glanced.

The power of the curse on his arm became stronger and stronger, and the imprint continued to cut and rot the skin, until the blood slowly rolled down and dripped to the ground.

But Jiang Yufeng seemed to be used to it long ago, he took out the handkerchief in his arms without blinking, and wrapped it around his arm twice vigorously.

"Fuming." Jiang Yufeng looked at Fuming in front of him slowly without any emotion in his eyes, but at this moment he snorted and mocked, "Qiuchan, who is about to die, is also shouting so loudly."

Fu Ming's face almost darkened suddenly.

He stared at the person in front of him, but he couldn't see any emotional waves in him.

No wonder the world always calls this person the closest person to the immortal way.

This person's heart is the deepest sea of ​​darkness, calm on the surface, but turbulent undercurrents inside.

So peaceful, yet so sharp.

Fu Ming sneered with great interest, and said provocatively, "What can you do to me?"

But Jiang Yufeng just looked at him sympathetically, then lowered his eyes and smiled, as if he was watching a three-year-old child laughing and playing.

A few days ago, he had already calculated the ending.

……

Song Bihui was seriously injured in the dream walk, mainly because he consumed the overdrawn spiritual power at that time, which caused the damage of his inner alchemy.

In the end, Zhong Yaoye arrived and spent nearly a dozen talismans to forcefully stop his spell.

After coming out, the more Zhong Yaoye thought about it, the more painful he felt, and he flew to the main hall in anger to complain to Qiao He.

"This kid is indeed Yufeng's apprentice, and the way of burning his life is exactly the same as he was back then." Qiao He had no choice but to sigh with emotion at that time, and he didn't know what to blame.

"They are all desperate! These two lunatics, a big lunatic and a little lunatic, they are a perfect match when they stay together!" Zhong Yaoye was so angry that he slapped the table, "I had to draw a talisman for a year that day. I'm all gone!"

After Qiao He heard this, he could only give two wry smiles of consolation.

Song Bihui cultivated quietly in the palace for a few days, and the world of cultivating immortals became restless for a few days. On the second day after he came back from the dream walk, someone pushed him to the height of an immortal, and called him "Tianheng" one after another.

There is no match in the sky, and a gentleman is like a scorpion.

Jiang Yufeng is still very satisfied, he thinks the meaning is good.

But Song Bihui had been in a coma for the past few days, but he never went to see him. He just silently put the mask and storage jade in the cabinet, and then arranged the next things properly.

Everything is finally coming to an end here.

He slowly closed his eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, the huge and extremely strange magic circle in the room flashed silently, and then instantly disappeared into the darkness.

The silver bell on the door rang suddenly, and the dark wind blew past faintly. Jiang Yufeng heard Fuming's cold laughter resounding in the corridor, and it looked eerie and terrifying at this moment.

"Xianjun, do you know that after your apprentice woke up, he found out that you wanted to find a Taoist couple to cultivate at will, and his expression really made me happy."

He came over with a clasp, and suddenly pushed open the door, "But he doesn't know, my good show hasn't started yet."

"Oh?" Jiang Yufeng turned his head slowly, and the night wind blew his hair and long sleeves up. Under the shining moonlight, he was dressed in a white gown, but he smiled gently, "What is it? play?"

Seeing him like this, Fuming's eyes lit up immediately, "Naturally, Tan Lang, who made him feel good, killed him with his own hands. Immortal Tianheng was driven out of the pan by his master, and this direction is too wonderful."

At that moment, he bent down with a somewhat excited smile, "What do you think, Xianjun?"

"It's not bad." Jiang Yufeng said quietly, looking back at the full moon as white as frost outside the window.

In the past few decades, he has been used to seeing the moon's waxing and waning, and he is also used to enduring endless pain and torture alone.

"Xianjun, what are you thinking about? Want to reunite with him?" Fu Ming chuckled, and he slowly approached Jiang Yufeng, "Don't worry, you guys will be happy next time."

But as soon as Fuming finished speaking, Jiang Yufeng suddenly turned his head.

The full moon in the sky instantly turned into a bright red and weird blood moon in between breaths, and Ye Xiao cried quietly, a trace of blood red suddenly flashed in his eyes, and there was a kind of coquettish coldness at the moment.

"The dying cicada, pitiful and pathetic." He sighed leisurely, his ethereal voice mixed into the wind, as if the sky was whispering.

Ghost game...

Fu Ming took a step back in horror, only to find that the circle under his feet suddenly lit up.

The gate of the palace was slammed shut by a gust of wind, and thousands of voices resounded like heaven and man chanting sutras.

"Jiangyufeng! What did you do!?" He felt a chain slowly entangling his legs under his feet, and immediately struggled, only to find Jiangyufeng slowly approaching him, and the battle started from slow to fast Rotate.

"You're crazy! You're crazy!!" Fuming became furious. He wanted to rush over and grab Jiang Yufeng's neck, but found that an invisible wall had trapped him to death. That person died with me! You are crazy!"

Jiang Yufeng watched him struggle and curse indifferently, then closed his eyes silently.

"Fuming, you have a good idea." He opened his mouth lightly, "I said before, I will never share the sky with you."

The magic circle was full of silver light, and everything in the world died in an instant.

The dead leaves fell slowly from the tree, Jiang Yufeng felt the separation of his soul, the burning of his body, the wind in his ear was gently brushing the ends of his hair, and there was Fuming's desperate eyes.

It turned out that this was the memory he had lost...

A few days ago, Jiang Yufeng accidentally found an old bamboo slip covered with ashes on the first floor of the forbidden book in the Zangshu Pavilion.

He stayed here day and night just to find a way to completely remove this curse and seal Fu Ming.

But Fuming himself is arrogant and conceited, and he just sneered at his behavior of "wasting time beyond his control", but never stopped him.

But when he pulled out the bamboo slip from the corner, a wonderful spiritual power made him feel very familiar.

That was left by the master.

He looked at the inscription on it and felt very nostalgic.

However, when Jiang Yufeng finished reading the contents of the slip, he froze in place.

Under the dim candlelight, he was dazed, the bamboo slip suddenly slipped from his hand, and suddenly fell to the ground.

In the bamboo slips that were opened, there was recorded an extremely vicious magic circle.

This magic circle uses the soul of the person who set up the formation as a guide, strips the living soul, burns and washes the body, and uses this power to remove the curse, phoenix nirvana, and suppress evil spirits.

The people who set up the formation endured cramps and the great pain of the soul being separated from the body, so very few people succeeded. lost.

No wonder... Jiang Yufeng laughed silently.

From the beginning to the end, it turned out that he was only one person, and it was the absurd destiny that led him to this path.

It turned out that everything was just a trap he had set up by himself.

No wonder, when he woke up again, the first time he saw Song Bihui on the stone steps, he felt his heart skip a beat.

It's just that his soul firmly remembers that person's figure at any time, even if he forgets everything.

Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes to look at the moonlight surrounded by clouds and mist on the horizon for the last time, and closed his eyes silently.

array into...

Above the Zeshan Great Hall in this world, all the elders were sitting in their positions in pain, and the atmosphere was extremely silent.

"Elders, have you come up with a solution?" Qiao He opened his mouth slowly, but no one dared to answer.

Elder Xingmu on the side was muttering something, Xuantian was afraid that he would go crazy, so he looked at him worriedly, but he didn't know what to comfort him.

Yu Xiao's bald crane is about to grow out of hair now, and at this moment he is silently hugging his beloved crane, watching his nose, nose, nose and heart, pretending to be stupid.

"Uh..." He was really uncomfortable staying in this place, Xuantian twisted unconsciously, but suddenly heard a huge explosion from the next door.

"Huh?!" Everyone was almost taken aback.

"What sound!? The star array exploded!?" Yu Xiao screamed.

"Ah!? What! We are going to the end!?" Elder Xingmu threw away the Xingxiu short staff in his hand, he stood up tremblingly, Xuantian was afraid that he would just poke his eyes away.

But the old man seemed to be in a particularly strong body, so he didn't need to worry at all. He rushed out of the door and went straight to where the star array was.

The hall was in chaos, and Qiao He didn't know what to do.

Everyone had to go towards the star array together, but they were all stunned when they reached the door.

In the middle of the formation, the star gate suddenly opened, and amidst the silver light of the star pattern, a person with a calm expression, dressed in white, slowly fell into the formation like a god.

The crescent moon silk in his hair exudes a lustrous expression, and the blood color of the phoenix bracelet on his white wrist flashes across. Between his sleeves and his hair flying, he looks like a moon god who has stepped on the moon.

Elder Yu Xiao opened his mouth wide, and dropped his favorite crane as soon as he let go of his hand. The crane let out a dissatisfied cry, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

"Damn it!" He yelled in surprise, and was immediately slapped on the back of the head by Xuan Tian.

"What the hell, this is the Zhesui Immortal!" Xuantian scolded, but he was dumbfounded after scolding, "Ah? Why is Zhesui Immortal?"