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

Hua Dancao grows in Blood Flame City, this matter is very clear to the king of medicine, he sent a letter to He Yang, which means that he can't get the herbal medicine by himself.

Blood Flame City, also known as Ghost Mystery, is a place where Yin and Yang meet. All people, demons, and demons who are in the six circles of reincarnation must go there for a while after death.

Strangers don't enter ghosts and ghosts, so the eyes of the crossing life formation have been a secret for so many years.

The demon king manipulates the dream boat to take away the demon king, and the land shrinking technique can only reach the ghosts within a hundred miles, precisely because of this prohibition.

He Yang inherited all the spiritual power of Lord Qing Wu, it is not difficult to forcibly break through the gate of ghosts and monsters with the ability of a Mahayana master, but going against the sky will inevitably consume himself, and the gain outweighs the loss.

Three days later, on the fifteenth day of each month, the city gate is the weakest, and the system has completed the fusion of the memories of the two lives, and everything is ready.

The only missing link is the operation of the Transcendence Formation, which was not mentioned in Qing Wujun's last life information. To figure this out, one must know the real reason for the fall of the Mahayana Grandmaster.

"I don't know anything about such important matters as life and death. Could this not be regarded as a lack of system data?" He Yang had nothing to do these three days, and began to find ways to find fault.

[Sorry, no abnormalities were found on the system side, and the missing fragments are speculated to be caused by human factors. 】

He Yang asked persistently, "What do you mean by human factors?"

[Human factors can be broadly divided into two types, a powerful force beyond the control of the system and unknown factors that do not belong to this world. 】

"Isn't the great power just Qingwu himself?" He Yang pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "If he himself erased the memory before his death, wouldn't the system be able to record it?"

【Yes. 】

The sound of the system sounds like a sense of relief.

"Then is there a way to go back to that scene?" He Yang asked persistently.

【No, please let me go QAQ】

He Yang curled his lips into a smile, his eyes were firm: "I don't believe it, unless you prove it to me."

【Qing Wujun is a Mahayana master who is close to ascension. He has the ability to change his fate against the sky. The system really has no right to interfere. If it is from other people present, he can try it. 】

The enchantment outside the door reflected Su Yu's face at the right time, He Yang's eyes lit up, and he said with a light smile, "Try."

【Well, in fact, the demon...】

"Can't try?" He Yang's voice was low and dangerous, with a hint of warning: "Then I don't need to do any tasks."

[Yes, try it immediately. 】

Su Yu pushed open the door, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell limp in He Yang's arms.

The efficiency of the system was surprisingly high this time. As soon as He Yang carried Su Yu to the bed, his soul was pulled away from his body.

He Yang stood in the sky, watched this scene with cold eyes, and made another note to the system in his heart.

Calculate the total ledger together at the end.

Scene backtracking is a very difficult task, especially the authenticity of the picture glimpsed from the perspective of others is unknown, and it requires strong enough judgment.

When the soul regained consciousness after several twists and turns, He Yang was already attached to Su Yu's body. He was limited in his movements and could only follow Su Yu's eyes, see what he saw, and listen to what he heard.

There was a sea of ​​blood in front of the sky, the whole world was dyed in a shocking red, without other colors, the shrill crying in his ears shook the sky, He Yang's brain ached from hearing it.

He couldn't see Su Yu's condition at this time, so he could only roughly judge from the height of his gaze. Su Yu should be kneeling on the ground at this moment, and he was seriously injured.

His gaze moved upwards slowly, Su Yu raised his head, and a blurry figure appeared in He Yang's sight. He recognized at a glance that it was Lord Qingwu from the previous life, with green clothes and black hair, holding a sword in one hand, and his body was spotless. As if a god descended into the world, the light of the Suye sword in his hand flickered on and off, becoming the only alien in this sea of ​​blood.

"Master." Su Yu's voice sounded close, and He Yang heard a kind of heart-pounding pain, but the face of Qingwu Jun who was approaching him in front of him was not moved at all, and his eyes were terribly indifferent and paranoid.

"Don't call me, I don't have your apprentice."

The light of Su Ye's sword was icy cold, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Su Yu's eyes. He Yang tried to find a flaw in it, but Lord Qingwu didn't hesitate at all, and Su Ye's sword pierced directly into Su Yu's heart.

He Yang couldn't empathize with that kind of pain, but the sound of the sword point passing through the gun was terrifying. Anyone who had seen this kind of scene in person couldn't help but sigh, it was really heartless.

Su Yu's vision became more and more blurred, He Yang's eyes went dark, and the picture completely disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light reappeared in the darkness, and He Yang lost his mind, only to realize that the perfect jawline in front of him belonged to Lord Qing Wu.

He has used this face for so long, and it is still unfamiliar to him at close range. More importantly, he has a weird feeling of being held in his arms.

Su Yu regained consciousness, his chest trembled and couldn't help coughing up blood. Qingwu Jun lowered his head when he heard the movement, his amber eyes were surprisingly calm, just like the starry night at the foot of Lingxi Mountain a few years ago.

"I'm dying." Su Yu's voice was hoarse, with blood foaming in his throat.

He Yang knew that what he said was not a lie, the meridians of this body were all destroyed, the internal organs were all broken, and he was powerless to recover.

Qing Wujun couldn't see sorrow or joy in his eyes, he just carried him step by step towards the end of the sea of ​​blood.

"Su Huaizhi, are you satisfied?" Su Yu's words were full of hatred.

He Yang observed Qingwu Jun's expression and found something abnormal, not to mention whether Su Huaizhi had any other feelings for this apprentice, facing a dying person with such calm eyes, he guessed that he was not cultivating the way of ruthlessness, but rather It's a wooden man.

At the end of the sea of ​​blood is a cliff, with hot magma surging underneath, and the blue flame is like a giant dragon, capable of swallowing all evil in the world and melting all hatred and entanglements.

Qing Wujun stood still slowly, without saying a word from the beginning to the end, loosened Su Yu's arm, and decisively brought everything to an end.

The hatred in Su Yu's eyes remained undiminished, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and before it fell, it was evaporated by the flames without a trace.

He Yang continued to fall following Su Yu's body, and the figure of Lord Qingwu gradually blurred in his sight, and his blue-gray robe was dyed with fire, like a precious scroll that was burned to ashes little by little.

That person is not Qing Wujun.

He Yang glimpsed the truth at the last second.

The end of the backtracking is the best proof. Long before Su Yu fell off the cliff, Lord Qingwu was dead. The person who walked the last stretch of the road with him is probably just an incarnation Su Huaizhi pinched casually .

So when faced with Su Yu's last question, he kept his eyes calm without saying a word, not because he was heartless, not because he felt guilty, but because the incarnation of grass and trees couldn't answer at all.

He completed the last order from Lord Qingwu, threw himself into the flames, and turned into a pool of ashes.

As for how Lord Qingwu knew that the magma was under the Transcendence Formation, He Yang could guess in his mind that it could make the master of the Mahayana realm die, and there was nothing else but to go against the sky.

After a strong and familiar feeling of weightlessness, the soul returns to its original position.

He Yang opened his eyes. He was lying on the bed with Su Yu in his arms in this life. As a result of the system forcibly invading Su Yu's previous life memory, his arm was numb from the pillow.

With a slight movement of his hand, Su Yu frowned and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up at any moment. He Yang didn't want to withdraw his memory for the second time, so he simply tapped his sleeping point to let him sleep for a while.

Su Yu stretched his brows and breathed evenly. He Yang just pulled out his hand and supported the head of the bed, intending to turn over and get out of bed.

However, just as his side stepped a leg over the person on the bed, the door suddenly swung open.

"Chou Huai-" said.

Yao Wang stood at the door with a messy expression, his face turned green.

He raised his head and looked at the huge sun in the sky, making sure that it was daytime.

He Yang raised his head and glanced at Yao Wang, belatedly remembering that after Su Yu entered the barrier, he removed the restriction on the door.

"Go out and talk." He Yang walked up to Yao Wang without changing his face, and explained in a rare low voice: "We didn't do anything just now."

"..." Yao Wang's face was dark, and he stared straight at him, his eyes seemed to say: Do you think I look like a fool?

He Yang didn't care what he thought, he stepped outside and sealed the door with spiritual power.

"Why did you come to see me?" He Yang asked as he walked.

"Yesterday I asked Jiang Lechi to pass on a message for fear that he might not speak clearly." Yao Wang still looked awkward, took a deep breath and said, "The process of cutting out the demon pill is too risky for ordinary people. I have no idea, Huadancao is the only way now."

"Well, I know." He Yang nodded, his voice was cold: "Unless it is absolutely necessary, you will not mention it."

Yao Wang was silent for a moment, then worried: "But places like Blood Flame City..."

"I have to go sooner or later." He Yang straightened his sleeves and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "Yao Wang and Meng Zhou are also there, you just go and bring them back."

"I'll bring it back?" Yao Wang tensed up, his eyes suspicious: "What about you?"

I may not come back.

The corner of He Yang's mouth twitched into a chuckle, and his voice was light: "I have other things."

"Okay, I don't bother to care about you." Yao Wang stopped, his face was a little dignified, and he said after considering, "Are you and your little apprentice serious?"

He Yang almost laughed at this innocent question, a smile flashed in his eyes: "How can you be serious?"

"Become a Taoist couple, or tell... Su Huaizhi what are you laughing at?" Yao Wang's face turned red instantly, spreading all the way to his neck, almost blending with the clothes on his body.

"I didn't laugh." He Yang withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up: "I have issued a password-locked order in the sect, so there is no need to mention it again. We have always been a master-student relationship."

"Then you just now..." Yao Wang's voice choked, he pursed his lower lip, and then changed his voice: "Forget it, I won't mention it, as long as you know it yourself."

"This trip to Blood Flame City, Jiang Lechi will be in your care, don't let him die." He Yang glanced casually, and his eyes fell on Lan Feng who was not far away.

Yao Wang didn't notice it, and said in a disgusted tone, "What's the use of letting him make trouble?"

"He has a demon pill on his body. It is a disaster if he stays in Lingxi Sect. It is better to take it with you for safety." He Yang watched Lan Feng approaching with cold eyes, retracted his eyes and reminded: "Don't talk."

"What's wrong?" Yao Wang looked around vigilantly, and was slightly startled when his eyes touched Lan Feng's figure.

"Disciple pays homage to Master, Senior Medicine King."

"En." He Yang responded lightly, and asked, "What's wrong, you're leaving in such a hurry."

"Reporting to Master, someone from the outside world announced that there will be a secret treasure in Shuihe Mountain, which has attracted monks all over the world to flock to it."

"There is such a thing?" Yao Wang was taken aback, and shouted: "Monster words to confuse people."

He Yang understood that this was another trap.

Shuihe Mountain is close to Blood Flame City, and the Demon Race intends to stir all the monks into this muddy water.

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