Wanjie supporting role system

Chapter 461 Opening the Scroll
After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Rui woke up leisurely with his eyelids moving.

"I was careless this time. I didn't expect the evil cultivator to be so powerful, and there are four heads of the foundation establishment stage!"

After waking up, Zheng Rui checked his body while talking to himself.

"Ok?"

Shock appeared on Zheng Rui's face. He remembered that he was bitten by a phantom of the head. The wound seemed to be poisoned, and the pain was unbearable, but now there is not even a trace of it.

"This altar space still has the effect of healing?"

Zheng Rui was puzzled, thought for a while, Zheng Rui took out the Dementor, and stroked lightly on his finger, a small wound appeared on his finger, and a few drops of blood ooze out.

Suddenly, as soon as the wound appeared, it healed slowly, and after a few breaths of time, it returned to its original state.

Zheng Rui's eyes widened. When the wound was recovering, Zheng Rui could feel some special substances in the air. It was these substances that made his wound heal, but he didn't know what the special substance was.

"What power is this!"

Zheng Rui's heart was shocked, and he sat up from the ground, suddenly feeling a whirlwind.

Zheng Rui hurriedly sat cross-legged, and found that the aura in his body was dry, so he quickly made a formula to absorb the aura from the outside world to replenish himself.

A strand of aura was refined and transported to Zheng Rui's dantian. After about a stick of incense, Zheng Rui felt that his body was full of aura.

Zheng Rui opened his eyes and thought about what to do. If there is no accident, the evil cultivator must be guarding outside at this time. If he goes out rashly like this, he may suffer a big loss.

"I don't know how long I have been in this altar space?"

There seems to be no day and night in the altar space, so there is no concept of time.

After thinking about it, Zheng Rui still decided to go out. For this evil cultivator, Zheng Rui hated it to the bone, not only because of the mission of the sect, but also because this person raised evil spirits with mortal flesh and blood, which made Zheng Rui unbearable.

Zheng Rui sat cross-legged, and the appearance of the parchment appeared in his mind. Then, with a flash of light, Zheng Rui's figure disappeared from the altar space.

It was early morning outside, and here was a forest. A black cat ran out of the grass with a parchment in its mouth. Suddenly, the parchment in the black cat's mouth shone with light, and a figure appeared.

As soon as Zheng Rui came out, he immediately made a tactic, conjuring his soul around him, and three purple fireballs condensed in front of him.

"Meow!"

Suddenly a familiar cry sounded.

"Why are you here?"

Zheng Rui was taken aback for a moment, he thought he would see that evil cultivator in black robe, or a few heads rushing towards him.

Unexpectedly, there was a black cat in front of my eyes. The black cat had no hair on its forehead, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Is it unexpected? Are you happy?"

The black cat danced and turned somersaults on the ground like a monkey.

Zheng Rui curled his lips, and he was much less wary of the black cat in his heart. Since it would save him, it meant there should be no malice, but he still had some doubts about the identity of the black cat.

There is only one creature in such a large altar space, and it must have a lot of history, but this black cat seems to remember nothing, which makes Zheng Rui very helpless.

Zheng Rui was about to speak when the black cat suddenly disappeared like a black shadow.

Zheng Rui didn't discover any other abilities of the black cat. Only with this speed, no one can catch it.

"Monster! This time I will blow you up!"

After the black cat left, a cold light flashed in Zheng Rui's eyes. Now that he was recovering from his injuries, his aura was also full, and the evil cultivator should have been seriously injured at the time, and it was absolutely impossible to recover so quickly. This is the best time for him to make a move.

Zheng Rui soared into the air, found a general direction, and then flew towards Muyun Town.

It was already noon at this moment, but when Zheng Rui arrived at Muyun Town, the sky in Muyun Town was indeed covered with dark clouds, and there was not a ray of sunshine in sight.

Zheng Rui restrained his aura to the extreme. He concluded that the evil cultivator was healing at the moment, and if he made a sudden move, he would definitely injure him severely.

"Sure enough!"

Zheng Rui hid behind a pillar next to the open space in the center of Muyun Town, looking at the man in black who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

At this time, there seemed to be more than a dozen corpses on the ground. Blood energy drifted out of the corpses and gathered on the top of the black-robed man's head, being absorbed by him. Some of these newly added corpses were still heaving, as if they had just died.

"Is there anyone alive?"

Zheng Rui was in doubt. He was a little suspicious when he first arrived last night. Looking at the number of houses in Muyun Town, he guessed that there were at least hundreds of mortals in the town, but there were only dozens of corpses here. What about the remaining people? Where did you go?

But the more important thing at this moment is to kill the black-robed man. Zheng Rui sacrificed the dementor, but the dementor a few feet flew towards the unaware black-robed man with the sound of breaking wind.

At this moment, the man in black robe opened his eyes. He felt a strong life and death crisis. The moment he opened his eyes, the man in black robe saw a dagger emitting a strange light stabbing him.

The dementor grew bigger and bigger in the black-robed man's pupils, and it was too late for him to escape.

puff.

Dementor pierced directly into the forehead of the man in black, and pierced out from the back of his head, bringing out a splash of blood.

The black-robed man opened his eyes wide. He never expected that Zheng Rui, who had escaped, would come back, and he remembered that Zheng Rui was poisoned by his own evil spirit, and his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. He recovered all of it in one night. Why?
But he will never know these questions. The face of the black-robed man was full of unwillingness, his eyes slowly became loose, and then he fell to the ground.

After the death of the man in black, Zheng Rui recorded all this with jade slips.

Looking at the dozens of corpses on the ground, Zheng Rui sighed, and dragged the few people who had just discovered that they were still breathing aside, and then the purple flame condensed and threw them on these corpses.

The purple flame continued to spread, burning the body of the man in black as well.

At the moment when the body of the man in black turned into ashes, dozens of phantoms of heads suddenly appeared, and the phantoms slowly condensed into a single figure. The faces of these figures were exactly the same as the corpses on the ground.

These dozens of figures swung Zheng Rui deeply, and then slowly disappeared with relieved smiles.

"Ugh!"

Zheng Rui sighed again, feeling the helplessness of mortals again. In the eyes of monks, the lives of mortals are no different from pigs and dogs.

"strength!"

Zheng Rui looked into the distance, and the belief in becoming stronger became more firm in his eyes.

Suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, Zheng Rui began to think about where the other people in this town went.

"This monster has been cross-legged in this open space, could it be..."

Zheng Rui groaned for a moment, his whole body was wrapped in aura, and he flew into the air a few feet above the ground, and then the fireballs condensed and hit the ground continuously.

After a while, a big pit was smashed out on the ground. Looking from above, there were hundreds of people lying in the pit. These people were all unconscious, but their bodies were still heaving and life fluctuations.

Zheng Rui mobilized his spiritual energy to move these people out of the deep pit, then turned and left. These people were just fascinated by the evil magic of the evil cultivator. After the death of the black-robed man, he would wake up soon.

Just after Zheng Rui left, a young man among these people suddenly stood up, his face changed constantly, and after a short while, he turned into an elegant green-robed monk. If Zheng Rui turned his head, his jaw would drop in shock. It is his nominal master, Dao Ling.

Dao Ling looked at Zheng Rui's back and sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then Dao Ling waved his hand, and those soul phantoms that had just dissipated re-condensed, and a drop of blood flew out from Dao Ling's forehead. The condensed phantom slowly merged with these bodies.

(End of this chapter)