Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

"But let's find him!"

After hearing these words, Wu Zheng's aura suddenly changed, and the air was filled with chaotic murderous aura.

He turned around, suppressed the murderous aura on his body, and faced the cultivator disguised as a martial arts master, his voice became cold: "How long have you planned?"

The cultivators looked at Wu Zheng triumphantly and said, "Do you think we will answer you?"

Wu Zheng: "..."

He tried his best to maintain his usual indifference and calmness, but his spiritual power had unknowingly multiplied several times, spreading its tentacles in the air, enveloping the enemy cultivators.

He felt the message sent back by the spiritual power, there are dozens of them hidden in the woods, there are five good fighters in the sky, and there are also ambushes under the cliff, plus the more than 20 in front of him...the other party did not intend to give him a chance to leave.

"You are not our enemy, I don't necessarily want to kill you." The leading cultivator, the third inner disciple of a certain sect, said contemptuously, "But you don't want to find Murong Bai. That guy will definitely die."

Wuzheng stared at him, probably with some disbelief in his eyes, the third disciple looked back with a half-smile, and gently spit out a place name from his mouth.

Wu Zheng's pupils contracted immediately, that was indeed the place where Murong Bai jumped off the cliff as agreed.

The other party really saw through their plan.

How can this be?

He and Murong Bai's plan was without paper or pen, and they all communicated by word of mouth; could it be that when they chatted behind the bushes and rocks, they both had a third pair of ears secretly listening?

What kind of ears could escape his and Murong Bai's perception, come and go without anyone noticing, passing information to their enemies?

Wuzheng lowered his eyelids, but didn't continue to think about it.

Can't think about it.

The people holding him back here are already strong enough, if the people who hunt Murong Bai are stronger than these people, then Murong Bai will definitely die.We must quickly get rid of these people and find Xiaobai.

But...how to do it?

The current him is different from the past, and his strength is not enough to get rid of these people.

To leave, he must increase his strength, which means...

Wu Zheng closed his eyes, and the third disciple on the opposite side was always watching him, gloating and saying, "Yes, you should have given up a long time ago..."

Wu Zheng placed his hands on top of his head, grabbed something in his hair, and pulled it out forcefully.

That is a sword.

A blunt sword, the edge of which has been smoothed by a stone, and can only be used as a firestick.

The third disciple was stunned and asked: "Do you want to fight us with this fire stick?"

Wu Zheng didn't even look at him, he ran his fingers along the blade, with a pained look on his face.As his fingers slid across, the blade sharpened suddenly.

The third disciple understood now that he was sharpening the sword!

Wait a minute, the sword came out of his body, that is Wu Zheng's body, and if he sharpened his own body, wouldn't that be...

The third disciple's hairs stood on end, he raised his hand and ordered loudly: "Attack!"

When he said this, a spiritual storm containing countless wind blades attacked them.

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Murong Bai hid behind the tree, watched his pursuers hurrying towards the predetermined edge of the cliff, made a face at them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Celebrities?

Rather, each generation is more stupid than the previous generation.

However, in this matter, they were quite clever, somehow guessing their own and Wu Zheng's plan.

It's a pity, in the end, it still fell short, and Murong Bai in turn further guessed the opponent's plan, and thus escaped from the encirclement.

After Murong Bai left, he hurried to find Wu Zheng.I don't know what that guy thought and what he would do after being surrounded. If he didn't want to show his true strength, would he be bullied by the pursuers?

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, wishing he could fly over to save someone, and then ask him to throw himself into his arms.

It's true, Murong Bai had considered many plans at the beginning, set up a trick to deceive Wu Zheng, let the other party take off the disguise and reveal his real appearance.

But after all, I still don't want to.

Because after much deliberation, Murong Bai found that the only person who could deceive Wu Zheng was none other than himself.

Using other people's feelings towards him to persecute him... Murong Bai still can't do such a thing.

On the other hand, he has been with Wu Zheng for a long time, and he did not let the other party agree with his chaotic way, but he found some fun in Wu Zheng's boring life.

If Wu Zheng is a saint, then he must be the one who "saints are not benevolent and regard the common people as dogs".

In his heart, it doesn't matter whether benevolence or not, everyone is an ordinary person with some problems, and all accidents are normal history - his only concern is to prevent the abnormality of Murong Bai from disturbing the normal world.

Murong Bai didn't like him in the past, because he thought he was just an ordinary annoying Virgin.But after really getting along with Wu Zheng, I feel that his philosophy is actually not unreasonable.

Murong Bai even seriously thought about whether he should learn to learn not to interfere, and go to a small world that is already very chaotic to observe...

Later, he still gave up, Murong Bai couldn't do non-interference, if he didn't intervene, he felt that the world was gone for nothing.

He walked very fast, and when he approached the place where Wu Zheng was, he smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.

This smell is definitely not something that can be produced by killing one or two people. When I smell it, it seems that the world has turned blood red, and Murong Bai's face changed slightly.

Wu Zheng doesn't like killing people, in fact, Murong Bai has never seen him kill people.

Even if it was someone who attacked him openly, Wu Zheng would at best knock him unconscious and let him fend for himself.

Wu Zheng said that he hopes to be a small pebble on the road, which is invisible and invisible. It is better for others to ignore him. Even if he accidentally steps on it, he will fall at most, and it is impossible to cause more damage.

But now the smell of blood here...

Besides Wuzheng, who can create it?It can't be these people killing each other!

Could it be that... His wish was fulfilled here by accident?

Although this sounded good, Murong Bai couldn't smile, his heart was full of worry, but he couldn't walk fast, every time he took a step closer, he wished he didn't see everything in front of him.

The corpses of the cultivators who came to restrain Wu Zheng were strewn all over the field, blood flowed like rivers, severed fingers were stuck in the blood mud, and the eyeballs that popped out were dead.

Murong Bai's fingers trembled slightly, he clenched it tightly, and strode towards the center of the bloody smell.

He saw that familiar figure, with no trace of blood on his body, holding a sharp knife in his hand, looking up to the sky.

As if he had nothing to do with all the gore.

Murong Bai looked at him, and called out from afar: "Wu Zheng...?"

After calling out, he touched his throat, how could this sound be so weird?

The person in the middle turned his head sideways and stared at Murong Bai, his eyes were like burning ice, a gloomy fire, which made the person being watched very uncomfortable.

Murong Bai paused, made up his mind and walked towards the other party.

But he couldn't get close to him, Wu Zheng raised his sword and blocked Murong Bai's way.

He shook his head slightly, and Murong Bai suddenly lost his mind: "No, it's not me..."

"I know it's not you," Wuzheng said calmly, "but you still don't come here, I'm afraid I'll kill you."

Murong Bai said: "You...what happened?"

Wu Zheng stared at him, reaching out his hand as if wanting to touch Murong Bai.But a violent look flashed across his face, followed by a painful expression.

Murong Bai was surprised and said: "Wu Zheng!"

Wu Zheng retracted the sword into his body, just shattered the void with a casual stroke, and left without even looking at Murong Bai.

How could Murong Bai be reconciled, just as he was about to catch up, he suddenly felt a terrifying aura coming from the sky, freezing the air around him and trapping him in place.This kind of aura is not pressure, it is better than pressure, Murong Bai almost knelt on the ground directly, and finally resisted.He was sweating profusely, raised his head with all his strength, and looked at the sky.

The sky was silent for a long time, and suddenly one eye opened.

No, those weren't eyes, it was clouds and turbulence forming an eye pattern in the air, he looked around and fixed on Murong Bai.

In the middle of the eyes, a young man is sitting upright in it. He has a baby face, and his hair is not tied down from his shoulders, like a cute child.

But Murong Bai recognized him when he saw it.

Lu Changren.

Lord of chaos, Lu Changren.

Lu Changren jumped down from the sky and landed in front of Murong Bai. He was only as tall as Murong Bai's chin. He curled his lips and said coldly, "Why don't you kneel?"

Murong Bai suddenly felt the pressure on his back doubled, asking him to bow down to Lu Changren.He gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, but he did not kneel down.

The voice came out from between his teeth: "I can't kneel...I have...betrayed from the sect..."

Lu Changren's face darkened, and he was about to speak when Murong Bai continued, "...you did it..."

Lu Changren looked up at him, and sighed for a while: "It's not my intention."

He wrote lightly: "I just didn't expect that he would be so excited when it comes to your matter."

He withdrew the aura around him, Murong Bai relaxed, and sat on the ground instead.

Standing in front of him, Lu Changren was finally able to look down at him, looking happy.He took a breath and said: "You should have guessed it too, Wu Zheng used to be my natal spirit sword, named Li Luan."

Murong Bai had expected it a long time ago, but it was still a little hard to accept Lu Changren's openness at this time, he frowned and said, "It's very different from Wu Zheng."

"Liuan...is my sword, so naturally I have to follow the way of Lian, but that is my way, not the way he chooses." Lu Changren looked at Murong Bai and said lightly, "I never thought that I would use it with my own hands. The sword smelted in the demon world actually walked the opposite way to me in the depths of my heart."

The Liran sword was born stained with blood, born to be bloodthirsty.

But these are the wishes of the master.

The sword spirit born from the sword has always yearned for no struggle and no action.

On the day Lu Changren ascended to immortality, Liluanjian should have become a sword spirit immortal.

However, he told Lu Changren that he should self-destruct his cultivation and start all over again.

Lu Changren was surprised and angrily asked him why.

Li Luanjian said: "I am your natal spirit sword. If you did this before, it would damage your Dao Xin cultivation and prevent you from becoming a fairy."

"...When Li Lun said that, I understood that he had already made up his mind, and he just wanted to let me know." Lu Changren said blankly, "I can't disagree, but I still helped him, not ruined it." His cultivation base, but his cultivation base is sealed in the body, once there is a crisis, it can be used for a short time."

Murong Bai nodded, no wonder Wuzheng's atmosphere changed drastically at the critical moment before.

"Then why on earth are you doing these things?" he asked.

Lu Changren said: "Nonsense, of course it is to kill you."

Murong Bai: "..."

Lu Changren said: "Whether it's called Liluan or Wuzheng, it will always be my sword. You don't want to take it away."

Murong Bai faintly understood, and suddenly gained confidence, he said to Lu Changren with a half smile but not a smile: "Immortals do things carefully. But why didn't you kill me, and asked Wu Zheng to make it like this..."

Lu Changren's face froze, and he pursed his lips: "Murong Bai, in order to break through the siege, Wuzheng forcibly unsealed the old cultivation in his body. Although those are also his cultivation, they are after all opposite to his current way , I’m afraid it will become his inner demon. He left just now, he should find a secluded place to get rid of his inner demon.”

Murong Bai asked anxiously: "What will happen if you can't make it through?"

Lu Changren said blankly, "I don't know."

A situation like Wu Zheng's was the first in the Three Thousand Worlds, and no one knew what would happen next.

Lu Changren clenched his fists.Although he is an immortal, he can't interfere with the heart demon tribulation of a person who is opposite to him - in fact, if he interferes, it may harm Wu Zheng instead.

Be it Liluan or Wuzheng, they are both his sword and his only companion.

He raised his head and said to Murong Bai: "You like him, don't you?"

Murong Bai was taken aback for a moment: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

Lu Changren said: "If there is a way to help him, but it may cost your life, will you do it?"