Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

"Don't panic, don't panic," the headmaster said with his back to Ling Chan, with a hearty laugh, "I have a way, I will stuff the Wushan faction into a folding space, so that after that, the fresh air will disappear and there will be no monks left. , but I, Wushan, will always be there."

"If there is a great power to appear in the future, as long as he can climb Wushan and climb the immortal way, the gate of Wushan will be opened for him."

"His Royal Highness, those little disciples... will be entrusted to you."

Ling Chan gritted her teeth.

In order to keep Wushan and let the Wushan faction hang high in the sky, the spiritual energy of the remaining elders was drained from their bodies, and even their bodies were turned into pure energy... Only then did the status quo be maintained.

But tearing apart the space and hiding Nuo Dawushan, how could it be so easy to do?
The master will die.

"I can support Wushan." Fu Yaoguang said.

"You can't." The headmaster said indifferently: "There are spiritual veins under Wushan, and the savings of generations can make me Wushan stand in the air. This is beyond human power."

Fu Yao lowered his eyes, and his voice was like shattered ice splashing jade, "I can, I'm sure."

"Don't talk about children, those who can do it will either ascend or die." The leader said impatiently: "Okay, my last words are finished, you can go."

"Master, trust me!" Ling Chan said urgently, "Fuyaoguang is the most powerful person I've ever seen!"

"Fuyaoguang?" The master finally turned around.

Ling Chan was too shocked to speak.

The head of the sect has a high level of cultivation, and her appearance has always maintained a youthful and vigorous state.But now, the originally plump skin was wrinkled, like a shrunken fruit, and the loss of vitality was vividly reflected on her face.

The head of the sect stared at her with the same expression that Ling Chan remembered, "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen the old lady?"

"As for you..." The headmaster looked at Fu Yaoguang with a complicated look on his face, "That bullshit legend is actually true?"

Before Ling Chan could ask, the head of the sect gave the clue.

According to legend, the founder of Wushan left a prophecy.

One day this world will usher in the doomsday of those cultivating immortals, and there will be a god from the sky who will go down to the earth to endure calamities, and keep the mountains alive.

The head of Wushan has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one cares about it.

Knowing now, the head doesn't believe it very much.

She said: "Your cultivation base is higher than mine, and you are indeed very talented. You have a bright future, why waste it here?"

"What a bright future." Ling Chan couldn't help complaining, "I got into a fight with Xue Xingchi, and somehow even lost my memory. I don't know what to say."

"Xue Xingchi?"

"It's the mastermind behind the scenes." Ling Chan described Xue Xingchi's arrogant appearance to the leader quite exaggeratedly, and complained: "He laughed at us Wushan as trash!"

"Can you bear this?!" The headmaster said angrily, "Smash his mouth out next time! Oh, I forgot, you have already been expelled from Wushan by me."

The head of the sect sighed, and pointed to the star map above, "I have moved all the books in the Wushan collection into it. Let's see if you can find any clues."

Following her movements, both Ling Chan and Fu Yaoguang turned into a stream of light and were thrown into the starry sky above.

In the star map, there is no sky above and no ground below, only a chaotic meteor passing by.

Fu Yaoguang frowned, he staggered a step, and held his forehead.

"What's the matter with you?" Ling Chan supported him.

"Headache." Fu Yaoguang whispered: "I seem to have seen such a scene, I sat in the starry sky, comprehended the trajectory of the stars, until a star told me that I was going to go down to the world..."

He murmured in confusion: "No, Fuyaoguang doesn't know how to observe the stars... I am Fuyaoguang, and Fuyaoguang has never observed the starry sky..."

Fuyaoguang doesn't even need to go down to the mortal world to experience calamities, the person who wants to experience calamities is the God of Yaoguang in the sky.

Ling Chan narrowed her eyes.

The battle with Xue Xingchi actually awakened Fu Yaoguang's consciousness when he was a god?
He actually didn't forget her, but received too many memories, which led to confusion and cognitive errors?

She can't let the personality of the god-lord dominate!
Ling Chan held his face in his hands, the bare skin under his hands was cold, he still had this familiar face like a bright moon and a breeze, with wide eyebrows, and the sun, moon and stars were all in his eyes.

But he cannot see man as an individual.

There is a vast world in his eyes, but there are no people.

"You really don't remember me?"

The girl asked softly, then suddenly lowered her eyes, and lightly kissed him on the lips.

There seemed to be an electric current passing through his back, and Fuyao Guang's pupils were dilated. He looked at the girl in front of him, and a starry night suddenly flashed in his messy brain.

The moon, the evening wind, and the smiling face of a girl.

A kiss on the lips.

"do you like me?"

The girl in the night, the girl under the starry sky, suddenly overlapped in front of my eyes.

Fu Yaoguang grabbed Ling Chan's hand, and said exactly the same answer: "I like..."

He pressed Ling Chan deeply and kissed her back.

This is someone he likes.

Thinking of this, Fuyaoguang's heart beat violently, and his blood gurgled and accelerated.

For kissing her, Fu Yaoguang was both unfamiliar and familiar.

His movements were jerky, and he embraced the girl in his arms as carefully as if touching a delicate flower.

But the pain in the limbs is so familiar.

He always seemed to be in pain like this, it hurt when he kissed her, it hurt when he hugged her, even when he saw her, it hurt.

The girl who seemed to be shining in the crowd made him feel pain; the girl who fell towards him without hesitation in the dark cave made him feel pain; the girl who smiled at him under the lantern made him feel pain...

"Is liking someone a painful thing?" Fu Yaoguang let go of Ling Chan and asked in a low voice.

Ling Chan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with overflowing tears, watery and wet.

She stared at Fu Yaoguang with a gentle voice, like a seductive and fallen banshee, "Does it hurt you to like me?"

The red lips opened and closed, dripping with water.

Fu Yaoguang didn't dare to look directly at the beautiful girl in his arms.

He recalled everything, and Ling Chan was like a thread, threading through all his memories.

Those... He tried to stay away from Ling Chan's memory.

Fu Yaoguang worked very hard.

When they met for the first time, he asked himself to ignore the pounding heartbeat and treat her like an ordinary person; during the trip to the cold mountain, he saw Ling Chan's deeply shining personality, and he couldn't control his sinking...

How can a ruthless monk love others?

Every time his heart beats, Fu Yaoguang has to suffer a violent backlash.

Ling Chan was like a poppy, seducing him every moment and shaking his Dao heart.

Fuyaoguang can only choose to stay away.

But he met Pei Ruomian.Pei Ruomian's medicine can help him calm his mind and stabilize his state.

He took the medicine and brought Pei Ruomian back to Huachun Mansion.

The first time he saw Ling Chan, he began to ache again.

It's hard to say whether this intense pain was due to the reunion after a long absence, or because he suffered backlash again.

The medicine was about to run out, but he didn't want to leave Ling Chan anymore.

Pei Ruomian made a new proposal.

She said: "Why don't you try to be together? After you get married, you add responsibility to your relationship, maybe you won't love each other naturally."

She is lying.

Pei Ruomian just wanted to see a joke.

It's not that Fu Yaoguang doesn't understand, he just... can't refuse.

Ling Chan was the bait hanging in the middle, so even though he knew that the trap ahead was set for him, he stepped into it without hesitation.