Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Silent Tang arrived in an instant.

All eyes are devastated, landslides and tsunamis are massive.

But it can't resist the crying and shouting of mortals.

Heartbreaking.

Ding--

When the swords were handed over, the sound of the wind could not erase the splashing sparks.

In an instant, sparks entered his eyes.

What he was worried about didn't happen, Zhao Wan suppressed "him" with ease.

The shadow of the long sword flashed, and the smoke left immediately.

It seems that it has shrunk a circle than in the video.

Something is not right.

The silver bracelets on the wrists were instantly detached, two of them went to the ground, teleporting the crowd in a large area, and the other two, who were close to fighting, formed a large mustard.

We can't let "him" go, and we can't let "him" continue to turmoil the mountains and seas.

Zhao Wan noticed it and looked sideways, with worry in her eyes.

The sword array is like rain.

Dappled light and shadow.

Mo Motang curled his lips, "'He' is not me, don't be soft."

The next moment, the smoke exploded.

Zhao Wan immediately retreated to distance herself from him.

Amidst the thick smoke, a figure suddenly rushed towards him.

"Give it back to me..."

The sound is harsh, like a rusty machine.

Mo Motang was slightly stunned, something in his mind cracked following the voice of "him".

Amid Zhao Wan's suddenly tense expression, he teleported to Zhao Wan's side first, and grabbed Zhao Wan's shoulder.

"Do not impulse."

Zhao Wan's body was still tense.

Mo Motang put down his hand, but his eyes didn't move at all, staring at the suddenly furious "him".

"He" didn't seem to be aware of his departure, tearing the air where he was standing in vain.

Mo Motang sighed silently, and said with emotion: "Sure enough, you are here to look for me."

Zhao Wan's eyes shifted slightly, taking his profile into his eyes.

Exactly the same as that thing.

The only difference is the eyes.

Mo Mo Tang's pupils are purple, light and clear purple, ethereal and moving.

And "his" eyes are completely black, together with the whites of the eyes, they are pitch black, the same color as the deep sea.

Purple eyes suddenly turned to Zhao Wan, "Can Ah Wan see something from 'him'?"

Zhao Wan blinked her eyes, and then opened her eyes to look at "him".

Mo Mo pointed to "his" right half of his body, "The clothes and so on may be related to me, but I... forgot!"

Before he could finish speaking, "he" finally noticed the abnormality, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards him. Mo Motang hurriedly dodged to avoid Zhao Wan's side.

Since the target of "he" is him, it is much better to separate from Zhaowan and attack back and forth, rather than the two of them together.

"He" really came after him.

Mo Motang didn't keep too much distance from "him", but only placed "him" within the range of his protective barrier, restricting "him"'s actions with a subtle distance.

But this is obviously not a long-term solution.

This enchantment doesn't seem to be able to fully exert its effect on "him".

Zhao Wan raised her sword and followed closely behind, the sharp sword slashed through "his" flesh and blood, and what leaked out was pitch black and sticky ink.

In a blink of an eye, the ink returned to the body, and the wound no longer existed.

Sure enough, he is a troublesome guy.

Mo Motang held his hand lightly, and the only remaining silver bracelet on his wrist turned into a weapon for him, which was a dagger.

At this distance, there is no more flexible weapon than a dagger.

The sharp claw broke through the smoke and grabbed at him, Shen Mo Tang turned his wrist slightly, and the dagger instantly turned into a shield, pushing "him"'s attack, together with "him", back.

Zhao Wan understood, the long sword instantly changed its grip in his hand, and swung the sword with strength, almost cutting "him" in half.

The ink didn't even leak out, it surged and changed, quickly joining the separated bodies together.

Shen Motang gave a soft "tsk".

Three people, no, two people plus a monster figure appeared in every corner of the mustard, occasionally fighting and colliding with each other.

Afterimages are dazzling.

The next moment, Mo Mo Tang landed beside Zhao Wan, looked sideways at him and said, "Is there really no reminder?"

The long sword was released from his hand, and slashed from "his" shoulder suddenly, and with the rest of his strength, he brought "him" to the border of Jiezi, with a loud bang.

Zhao Wan met his gaze, and slowly shook her head, "It's not Zongmen clothes."

It refers to all sects that have ever existed.

It is not easy to see this, "his" clothes are pure black, it is hard to tell whether it resembles "his" smoke or "his" blood, there is no color reference, it will definitely be slow in retrospect many.

But without Zhaowan, he would not have come to such a conclusion.

Speaking of which, after fighting for so long, even if his dagger didn't cut much, Zhao Wan's long sword should have made "his" clothes tattered long ago, but now they are still intact. "Imagine it out of thin air.

Mo Motang sighed, if only he could know what the crack in his brain just now meant.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a hand suddenly appeared, and accompanied by low growls, the black shadow embedded in the inner wall of the mustard seed reappeared in the field of vision of the two of them.

roared.

It doesn't look like it can brake suddenly or make a sharp turn.

Mo Motang glanced sideways at Zhao Wan, but Zhao Wan pretended not to see.

Perhaps the tacit understanding will occasionally fail.

Mo Motang sighed, folded his arms around his chest, Ren Zhaowan's spiritual power suddenly pushed him away.

boom--

The claws met the longsword.

The left half of the body, which was full of smoke, suddenly turned into new sharp claws, and grabbed Zhao Wan's shoulder.

Mo Motang turned his head, anger surged up in an instant, and the devilish energy suddenly hit "his" head.

boom--

On the inner wall of the mustard seed, a deep hole was smashed out again.

Even almost beyond the range of mustard seeds.

The wind is coming.

Zhao Wan realized something, and immediately looked at him and said, "Tangtang, I..."

Ziying has disappeared in place.

And behind him, an angry voice sounded immediately.

"Who allowed you to hurt him!"

The faster the silver bracelet rotates.

The demonic energy surged, and the coercive pressure instantly filled the entire space.

Zhao Wan hurriedly flew forward to block his furious punch, "'He' didn't hurt me."

The anger in Mo Motang's eyes began to turn into doubt, he looked at Zhao Wan, and asked blankly, "No harm?"

Zhao Wan nodded, and showed him the wound, except for the slightly torn fabric, there was no trace of scar.

That's it?

However, it obviously didn't work.

Since the construction of Mustard Seed was completed, the function of his silver bracelet town around Mustard Seed, besides filling the potholes smashed out, is to control the spirit flowing to "him" to weaken "him".

But he could see that no spirit flowed to "him".

"He" is like a transparent person in this world, all the spirits around "him", be it spiritual power or demon energy, all avoid "him".

why?

This is "his" true level?

How could this level kill Zhao Wan solo?

Something is wrong.

He was engrossed in his thoughts, completely ignoring that "his" neck was still pinched in his hands.

The disturbing smoke drew away little by little, roaring, intending to envelop him completely.

With a flash of sword light, Zhao Wan cut off "his" delusion.

"He" let out a rumbling growl from his throat, and the roar condensed into one sentence.

With a click, the crack suddenly widened.

Mo Motang's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly regained his composure: "What did you just say?"

There was only a low growl in "his" throat.

Silently, Tang Fu looked at Zhao Wan again.

Zhao Wan shook her head, "I never heard 'him' speak."

This is strange.

Mo Motang hooked his fingers, and a silver bracelet flew back, trembling slightly and getting bigger, it was already on top of "him" in the blink of an eye.

Mo Motang let go of "his" neck, lightly dropped his fingers, and the silver bracelet was fastened tightly after falling, locking it tightly around "his" neck.

With a sudden roar, "he" rushed forward.

Zhao Wan raises his sword to cut, but Mo Mo Tang raises his hand to stop him.

His enchantment can already really work.

Zhao Wan did not withdraw the sword, the long sword stood on the top of "him", and in the next moment, countless sword blades turned to the side, completely surrounding "him".

Like a halo.

It was only then that Mo Motang remembered that he had never seen Zhao Wan swinging a sword.

He originally thought that the first time he saw Zhao Wan swinging the sword, he would swing it towards himself, but he didn't expect that, by accident, he really swung it towards his "self".

Mo Motang raised his hand, covering the left half of "his" face, and said as if talking to himself: "It really looks alike."

Zhao Wan looked at him quietly and remained silent.

Mo Motang moved his palm slightly, and turned to cover the right half of "his" face, and continued: "How did you lose half of your body?"

This is the "he" that is being asked.

"On the left," Mo Motang blocked the left half of his face again, "or on the right?"

He met "his" dark eyes, "Which side is you?"

The low growl continued, and the rusty voice was full of anger, "Give it back to me..."

Mo Motang scratched his hair, "It seems that the problem between us is a bit big, why don't you calm down for a while, let's talk?"

The smoke surged again, seeping into his enchantment, and the protective enchantment, he couldn't stop it.

Mo Motang jumped back suddenly, and countless sword shadows were submerged in the smoke in an instant.

But it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without a sound.

Tingling in fingertips.

Shen Motang lowered his head, a small cloud of smoke took root in his fingertips like a flame, and he didn't know when it was contaminated.

Mo Motang pressed down with his thumb and rubbed it out.

When the last trace of smoke dissipated, Feng Chen's memory burst suddenly.

All the truth is revealed.

Undifferentiated spirits have also gathered the purest creatures in the world. They do not practice immortality, do not cultivate demons, have no body, cannot be observed, and cannot contact other creatures, as if they are outside the laws of heaven and earth.

Until one day, the world changed its law.

If they cannot refine their bodies, they will perish.

The most coincidental thing in the world is that two people who are on the verge of extinction gather together, and they can only refine one body.

In the end, "he" promised him to be good, and he gave up his body to "him".

"He" chose to do evil.

Before dying, he dragged the mutilated body that he had made with his desperate efforts, and unexpectedly killed "him".

But "his" heart never stopped beating, and "he" was still alive.

So, he swallowed it and refined it.

Afterwards, his body grew, his soul took root, and after a long silence, he left "his" burial place.

But only on the second day, he fell into a demon.

Fallen from a heart.

Falling into a devil because of shame.

So his death allowed "he" to regain his heart.

What happened afterwards was clichéd, and the arrival of Mo Motang completely shattered "his" chance.

"He" won't get stronger anymore.

It will not threaten Zhaowan either.

Mo Motang came back to his senses, his brain in labor pain oppressed his nerves, and in his blurred vision were Zhao Wan who was closely guarding him, and "he" who was becoming more and more crazy.

Mo Motang chuckled, he almost believed in fate.

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