Amnesiac Long Aotian's Cannon Fodder Master [Transmigration Book]

The formation on the altar lit up with an eye-catching light, which instantly drained the aura of everyone in the formation, including the Holy Son.

The faces of the demon cultivators surrounding the Son changed drastically. They knelt on the ground with a bang, their legs limp. At first they couldn't believe it, but then they found themselves unable to move, and the Son's eyes were crazy.

How could this be, are they victims?

Why, Son...

They couldn't resist, and watched their own strength being drained. What kind of formation is this that makes so many of them helpless?

The Holy Son didn't kneel down, he just shook his body and his voice was a little trembling, it was the great joy of being close to success: "Come, lead me your magic flower, and you will become a part of the demon god's scepter, and you will be with me." The scepter coexists, watching me take the Three Realms into my pocket, this is the highest honor."

Lin Qingheng opened his eyes, only to see a mist in his eyes, floating in the air, lowering his head slightly, and obediently following the words of the Holy Son, he stretched out his hand to the scepter, and the magic flower fluttered in the wind.

"Senior! Senior, wake up! Stop, don't go! You, you haven't become my master yet, I still, I still have a lot to learn..." Qu Zhixing was pulled aside by Ji Ni, dodging a The demon cultivator's attack, but still yelled at Lin Qingheng in the distance regardless.

He has traveled to many places and heard the legend about the scepter of the demon god, but he did not expect it to be true...

It was impossible for Lin Qingheng to hear what he said, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jini frowned and looked up. What is His Majesty doing?

I saw Ji Wuren standing firmly in front of the formation, looking up at Lin Qingheng, as if dumbfounded.

And amidst the triumphant laughter of the Holy Son, Lin Qingheng's hand was already only half a foot away from the dim jewel on the top of the scepter.

At this moment, Ji Wuren suddenly burst up, and pressed heavily on the ground with his palm, and the majestic devil energy spread into the ground unreservedly.

This blow was so powerful that the entire mountain shook, and the powerful waves spread, skipping over Lin Qingheng's body.

Lin Qingheng paused.

Shengzi stabilized his figure, looked back at him and said with a sneer, "What do you want to do now, it's already too late."

There was still a smile on his face: "As long as he touches the scepter..."

With a "snap", the Holy Son looked up, and what was different from what was expected was that Lin Qingheng did not put his hand on the gemstone, but grabbed the scepter.

"What?" The Son was stunned for a moment, which was a bit wrong.

"you……"

He met Lin Qingheng's eyes, and suddenly found that the fog in his eyes that had no focal length had cleared at this moment, and he was looking at him very clearly, and even smiled at him: "Thank you for arranging this formation, it took a lot time."

"You, how could you!" Shengzi's eyes widened, like a duck being strangled, his voice changed.

He, why did he regain consciousness?He should be controlled by the formation and the scepter, and take the initiative to introduce the magic flower of the body into the scepter!

"He has the blood of the demon clan, and inheriting the scepter of the demon god requires the blood power of many demon cultivators. Therefore, it is a bit difficult for him to inherit the scepter of the demon god. Thanks to you, you helped him solve this difficulty."

Their movement here has attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the city. Hearing this, they all paused, and soon realized that he wanted to return the scepter to Ji Wuren!

Everyone flew towards the demon temple, and the demon cultivators tried their best to stop them, and countless spells exploded in midair, like countless fireworks of various colors.

After Lin Qingheng finished speaking, he raised his head and smiled at Ji Wuren, and actually pulled the scepter out of the Son's hand bit by bit.

The Holy Son's facial features were distorted, and he firmly grasped the scepter with both hands: "You, you don't want to take away my things!"

"Oh, your stuff? You are just a fake, greedy, and despicable person. You secretly colluded with the great elder of the demon clan, allowing his people to successfully infiltrate various sects in the fairy world, causing chaos in the fairy world. You can't quibble."

The Holy Son's face was extremely ugly: "Nonsense!"

Lin Qingheng knew that many people were looking at this side now, and he wanted to take advantage of this time to expose the conspiracy between the Holy Son and the First Elder, and pave the way for Ji Wuren's future, otherwise he was worried that if he was not around, those people would anger Ji Wuren. Without a blade, there will be problems again.

Seeing the scepter being seized bit by bit, the Holy Son suddenly thought of something, and said in disbelief: "If you want to give him the scepter, then you will surely die. Why would you do that? Are you not afraid of death? Your main body magic flower, why is the main body magic flower in this place, did you deliberately leave it at the bottom of the demon sea?" His words were messy, but everyone who heard them could understand .

Lin Qingheng's expression remained unchanged, but he did not look at Ji Wuren's face not far away, and said, "You are the one who will die!"

At this time, the power in the formation suddenly shook, and the two of them looked back, and it turned out that it was Ji Wuyan, who actually raised his sword outside the formation and slashed when Lin Qingheng was in a stalemate with the Son.

The faces of both of them changed, and Lin Qingheng said anxiously: "Wu Ren, what are you doing? You can't destroy the formation!"

Ji Wuren turned a deaf ear, and raised his long sword again. Behind him, a demon cultivator had already stepped forward, and without turning his head, he slashed down heavily with his sword.

After all, the formation is a formation that draws the whole body strength of more than a dozen demon cultivators. It is very strong and powerful. When the two collide, an invisible wave erupts, pushing away the demon cultivators who came forward to stop them.

"No! Wu Ren, stop, listen to me!" Seeing him like this, Lin Qingheng felt very anxious. It was clear that they had agreed in the deep sea before, and he would be summoned by the Holy Son if he wanted to.

Originally, he would be controlled, but Lin Qingheng had the system as a plug-in, so he agreed with the system in advance to block all perceptions, so he was not controlled. When it was critical, Ji Wuren needed to rush to the demon temple to wake him up, wake him up. From now on, they will take advantage of this formation to take back the demon god's scepter.

One thing he didn't explain at the time was that if Ji Wuren fully inherited the scepter, he would have to sacrifice, but Ji Wuren understood.

Lin Qingheng thought he would not agree, but after a long time, Ji Wuren nodded.

He was distressed and sour, and could only promise again and again that he would come back alive.

But looking at Ji Wuren's expression now, he doesn't think so, he wants to repent and doesn't plan to follow Lin Qingheng's plan.

"Master, do you want me to watch you die? Why, why are you so cruel? I don't want the scepter of a demon god!" Ji Wuren's eyes were red, and the aura burst out all over his body. cut in the same position.

"Wu Ren!" Lin Qingheng's voice was almost torn apart. Since the demon god's scepter is already half awake, it is impossible to let it go. Once the staff's power goes berserk, all monsters will be affected, and it will be even more difficult to recover at that time!"

"That has nothing to do with me, I only want you." Ji Wuren's voice was extremely indifferent. He had sworn a long time ago that he would not let Lin Qingheng get hurt in front of him, so how could he agree to such a broken plan of putting him to death and rebirth?

He doesn't believe that something will come back in the future. His experience since he was a child told him that what he wants must be firmly held in his hands, and don't pin his hopes on the future.

No matter the Three Realms or any great war, nothing can compare to this person.

Lin Qingheng gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the strength in his hands increased, the Holy Son bled from the seven orifices, and when he had no more strength, Lin Qingheng kicked him away violently.

"No, no, it's mine!" However, his strength had been taken away long ago, and he crawled forward on the ground like a corpse.

Ji Wuren's face changed suddenly, and his voice split: "Master! Put it down!"

Lin Qingheng shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, the formation was opened, and Ji Wuren was included in it. The invisible force firmly suppressed Ji Wuren's whole body, making him unable to move a single finger.

"Don't... Master, no, don't do this, don't leave me..." Ji Wuren's eyes were red, tears seemed to flash, and the huge sadness on his face hit Lin Qingheng's heart directly, causing Lin Qingheng's throat to be tightly blocked live.

"I won't leave you. I've told you so many times, but you still don't want to believe it. Am I not doing well enough? Do you think I don't love you enough?"

The two stood opposite each other, and everyone in the demon city looked at them. The head of Haotian had already used the time to find people from several sects and told them about the collusion between the Holy Son and the Great Elder. They looked at it with hesitation. this way.

Ji Wuren was speechless, his eyes seemed to turn into substance and fell on Lin Qingheng.

"Although the fiery cold magic flower will wither, my soul will not. I will try my best to get back to you. Even if you don't find me for a while, don't give up. Please believe that I will definitely come back. This is me. Promise to you forever." He couldn't tell Ji Wuren about the system, wishing he could tell the whole thing, but, no.

Lin Qingheng looked deeply into his eyes: "So, please wait for me, okay?"

Ji Wuren's lips trembled slightly. He has been cultivating desperately, just to make the person he cares about always be by his side. Over the years, he has never relaxed a day, and he has grown into a level that few people can reach. height, but why not enough?

Why is there still something lying in front of him.

"Oh," Lin Qingheng sighed softly, "close your eyes, don't look..."

He came to Ji Wuren in a sacrificial gesture, and gently hugged him with the demon god's scepter. Under the dazzling light, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes under this light. I don't know how long it has passed , the light faded, and a sacred and majestic force came from the top of the demon temple, sweeping through the hearts of everyone and monsters.

Those monsters controlled by the Holy Son stood there blankly, suddenly felt something, and lowered their huge heads in that direction.

All the sea-monsters in the demon sea surfaced and quietly turned towards the demon god. The foreign spirits and snake reflections landed on Kun's huge body, looking at the figure of the man in the high place, there was no one else there except him.

"The demon god descended into the world and became one with the Demon Lord. This world is about to change again."

But Ji Wuren wanted to be trapped in a narrow cage, his soul struggled desperately but he couldn't go anywhere, only the last words of the man remained in his ears: "I love you, I will escape from this severe cold that has been cursed for thousands of years The body of the magic flower returns to you with a new posture."