I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

He Yang sighed, lowered his head slightly, stroked the top of his hair with one hand, and said in a calm voice, "Sixteen, it's time to wake up from this dream."

Before the words were finished, hot white light gathered in the palms of Su Yu's eyes, and Su Yu's eyes widened in vain. After a long while, his eyes slowly closed, and his body gradually weakened. "Come on, let's go out."

"How do you get out? You really think that this illusion is a place where we can come and go whenever we want..."

Jiang Lechi sat cross-legged on a chair, and before he finished speaking, Suye flew into the air, bringing out a sharp blue light, and then the sky suddenly split open, and the surrounding scenery was like crumpled kraft paper, quickly peeling off and fading, the three of them Back to the fiery purgatory.

He Yang held Su Yu in his arms, followed Jiang Lechi, and walked all the way to the edge of the black misty cliff under Su Ye's guidance.

Mozun seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Su Yu in his arms, he smiled sarcastically and said, "Mr. Qingwu, people like you are really addictive."

He Yang's face was stern, and he said defiantly: "Are you going to take the initiative to let us go out, or I will go out after killing you."

"You try to kill me." The demon king turned into a phantom, and in a blink of an eye, he came to He Yang, flashed his blade like a ghost, and slashed at his eyes swiftly.

The shadow of the scimitar was reflected in the amber pupils, He Yang remained motionless, Su Ye broke out from the black mist, and pierced straight into the demon's back heart, the scimitar and its owner instantly turned into black mist, and disappeared in a gust of wind before his eyes.

One miss is enough to expose the gap between the two. Although He Yang can control less than [-]% of the spiritual power, but with the sword spirit at his side, a phantom of the demon king is no match at all.

He Yang's fingertips condensed his spiritual power, and forced a drop of heart blood into Su Ye. Suddenly, the blue light shone brightly, and a gleam of light broke out in the raging flames.

"There's an exit!" Jiang Lechi's eyes widened, and he ran towards the light excitedly, turning his head halfway and saying, "Mr. Qingwu, hurry up!"

He Yang lowered his head and glanced at Su Yu in his arms. Step by step, he walked through the icy ice and walked out of the scorching flames. In the last step, the illusion was shattered and collapsed.

It was night in the real world at this time, the thick black mist of Moku Mountain was gradually thinning, and the soft moonlight shone on Su Yu's face, showing a bit of desolation and fragility.

He Yang frowned, and rested his fingertips on Su Yu's forehead. The process of penetrating into his sea of ​​consciousness was extremely difficult, and there was always a force constantly intruding and obstructing him.

After the initial excitement, Jiang Lechi noticed the strangeness here, and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Qingwu?"

"It's nothing." He Yang withdrew his hand, concealed his doubts, turned his head and said, "You take him back to Jiang's house first."

"What about you?" Jiang Lechi took Su Yu and asked suspiciously.

"The matter of Moku Mountain is still waiting for me to solve." He Yang glanced at the sky, and said: "After Shiliu wakes up, don't mention what happened in the illusion."

"Understood." Jiang Lechi gritted his teeth and hugged him, his arms were a little strained: "Mr. Qingwu...you should come back early, my end hasn't changed yet."

He Yang hooked his lips into a smile, turned around and used his sword to go up Moku Mountain.

The scene seen in the mysterious mirror reappeared in front of my eyes, except that the place where the Demon Lord was sitting was empty, and the human-faced lizard Qin Yi also disappeared, leaving behind a mountain full of cages and half-human, half-demon monsters.

He Yang held the sword and walked up to a young man with butterfly wings. Su Ye's blue light flashed across his face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes full of fear.

"Are you here to save me?" The Butterfly Boy spoke with a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't uttered a complete sentence for a long time, and his expression revealed difficulties.

He Yang squatted down, and looked at him with the dots of light above his head. He had a thin chin, skinny arms and legs, and his body was extremely dirty. His original skin color could hardly be seen, except for a pair of big eyes. The scary, tearful appearance is pitiful, but it reveals a tenacious vitality.

"How do you know that I'm here to save you, not to kill you?" He Yang asked coldly with lowered eyes.

The wings on the back of the Butterfly Boy trembled twice, and his eyes were extraordinarily firm: "You are different from anyone I have seen before."

He Yang raised his eyelids, stared at him for a moment, and asked, "Are you human too?"

"No, I'm a butterfly demon." The boy shook his head and replied obediently.

He Yang asked again: "All the people imprisoned here are monster races?"

The boy shook his head again, and said with a choked voice, "Only I, the monster clan, are still alive, and the rest were cut out and given to other humans."

He Yang swung his sword to cut off the chain, and the cage door opened: "You are free."

"Thank you." The butterfly demon climbed out of the cage, shook its wings, and whispered: "My name is Mengzhou, can you tell me your name?"

He Yang walked up the stone steps and looked back at him without emotion: "My name is not important."

"I, I know the secrets of the demon race." Meng Zhou plucked up his courage, raised his head and blushed and said, "Can you take me with you? My body...can improve cultivation, which is why I am the only one alive reason."

"Let's talk about it." He Yang stopped and looked at him with amber eyes, a little more patient.

Meng Zhou swallowed her saliva, walked up the stone steps cautiously, and said softly: "The demons intend to control the two races through this half-human, half-demon method, causing a war between humans and demons, and the demons can reap the benefits of the fisherman."

"It's just like that?" He Yang looked around at the densely packed monsters in the devil's lair, and he understood clearly: "If it wasn't for the demon king and his subordinates who were brain-dead and beat me up, this matter would not have happened. It can be regarded as seamless, but it is absolutely impossible to provoke the confrontation between the two races."

In the previous life, under the control of the demons, the Jiang family successfully concealed the matter from all over the world, so that in the end, the conspiracy of the demons became unbreakable, resulting in an irreversible ending.

"I don't know about the others." Meng Zhou flinched, stood in front of He Yang, lowered his head and murmured: "The Mozun once mentioned something, I don't know if it's important or not."

"What?" He Yang asked.

"It seems to be..." Meng Zhou frowned, struggling to recall: "The crossing formation, it should be this."

He Yang quickly searched the information provided by the system, and made sure that this word did not appear. He asked the system: You said that after upgrading to 3.0, there will be no missing data again, right?

[Yes, the system has fixed known bugs, and the information currently provided to you is all the memories of Qing Wujun's last life from birth to death. 】

He Yang savored this explanation carefully, and found that there are still hidden loopholes in it. From birth to death, people are in a state of ignorance when they face birth and death. It is impossible for anyone to remember what they were like when they were born. The memory data before death may also be incomplete.

After he figured this out, he didn't worry about it anymore. The most urgent thing now was how to deal with such a huge number of monsters. He would definitely not be able to count them all by himself, and releasing them rashly would cause quite a commotion.

After much deliberation, the only way to deal with it properly is to let the Jiang family or the Lingxi sect come forward.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mengzhou hurriedly followed, and begged: "I have low demon power, and I cannot escape the fate of being arrested and traded no matter where I am. Can you take me away? I promise not to cause you any trouble."

He Yang stared at him for a moment, nodded and said, "Let's go."

The identity of this butterfly demon is doubtful, so it's better to keep it by your side for supervision.

The two walked out of Moku Mountain one after the other, He Yang summoned Su Ye and brought Meng Zhou back to Jiang's house.

After this catastrophe, Jiang Lechi no longer cared much about his half-human, half-demon appearance, so he simply walked around the mansion with his deer head on his head. When He Yang came back, he had already had supper and was digesting food in the courtyard. Butterfly pendant, laughed and joked: "Where did you pick up this little beauty? How lucky are you?"

He Yang didn't have time to chat with him, so after explaining the matter of Moku Mountain, he asked Su Yu, "How is he doing now?"

"I just watched it and I haven't woken up yet, should I ask a doctor to take a look." Jiang Lechi said.

"No, I'll go and have a look." He Yang took two steps, then turned around and said, "Take good care of this butterfly demon."

"Understood." Jiang Lechi shouted, turned to Mengzhou and said, "Little beauty, what's your name, how old are you?"

"Meng Zhou." He said his name timidly, then took a peek at Jiang Lechi and asked, "Have you also been transplanted with a demon pill?"

"Yes." Jiang Lechi couldn't stop his chatterbox once he opened it, and babbled endlessly with Mengzhou.

He Yang came to the wing where Su Yu lived before. Although it had been repaired, he could still see the traces of being burned.

The person on the bed hadn't woken up yet, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was enduring great pain, He Yang noticed something strange when he just came out of the illusion, Su Yu seemed to have a demon in his heart.

After breaking the illusion in the last life, Lord Qingwu fell into a love disorder, but this time the result was completely different. Su Yu carried the memories of the two lives, and his obsession with Lord Qingwu doubled. This is not a good sign for him, but for him As far as He Yang is concerned, he will not interfere with things that can advance the completion of the task.

Before going down the mountain, the medicine king asked Zou Yu to give him the recuperating elixir, which came in handy now. After feeding it to Su Yu with tea, his expression gradually eased.

He Yang didn't let Jiang Lechi tidy up the wing alone, so tonight he planned to rest on the couch. Although this body doesn't need sleep, it will feel sleepy after a long time of exhaustion.

However, before he finished yawning, Jiang Lechi barged in from outside the door without any politeness, and said in a hurry: "It's not good, it's on fire!"

"What's the matter again?" He Yang's expression was indifferent, and he didn't intend to meddle in other people's business at all.

Jiang Lechi panted heavily, and shouted: "Moku Mountain, there are thousands of half-human, half-demon Moku Mountains are here."

"What's going on?" He Yang stood up, this matter really has to be taken care of.

"After you finished talking to me, I thought I wouldn't have long nights and dreams, so I sent people to deal with the matter overnight. As a result, as soon as my people arrived, I saw that half of the mountain was burning red. The fire was fierce, and it was in the mountains. There is no way to save it.”

"Master?"

Su Yu opened his eyes in a daze, and sat up without knowing the situation. He seemed to be awakened by Jiang Lechi's loud voice, and looked at He Yang blankly: "I seem to have had a long, long dream."

"What did you dream about?" He Yang took the words, his eyes signaled Jiang Lechi to shut up and go out. He walked to Su Yu's bed, touched his forehead, and took advantage of the trend to penetrate a ray of spiritual power. The black mist in the sea of ​​consciousness churned and entangled. There is no end to rest.

There was a trace of blackness in Su Yu's eyes, which disappeared in the blink of an eye. He sat on the bed and hugged He Yang's waist, and said coquettishly, "Master, let me follow you all the time, okay?"

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