Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

Huayan's frequent visits to the Yanluo Palace finally ushered in the dissatisfaction of the righteous people mainly from the Tianshu Alliance. Naturally, these righteous people could not say anything to Ku Jing, so they found Huayan and continued to treat her. pressure.Xiaozhi uses emotion to reason, and hopes that Huayan can have the intuition of being a savior, don't indulge in the children's affair, but fight the big devil with them together with righteousness.Hua Yan naturally refused, but when all the Penglai disciples were kneeling in front of her, she still wavered a bit.

Hua Yan has always known that she is the head of Penglai Sect, and one day she will have to face a choice between herself and the entire sect.This day finally came, Hua Yan looked down at all the faces of Fudi, not everyone was familiar to her, but she had seen and taught more than half of them.The child in the front was picked up by Huayan, another direct disciple after Mu Jincheng, and the person most familiar to Zhonghuayan in the entire team, and at this moment this child represents the wishes of the entire Penglaimen.

"Sect Leader, please consider Penglai for me, I don't want to become a demon heretic!" said the disciple, sonorously and passionately.

Hua Yan clenched the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, looking at the black crowd behind him, he wanted to say a lot but in the end he didn't say a word.

Seeing her silence, the disciple thought there was a chance, so he winked at the person behind him.

A gust of wind blew, blowing the sound of boiling waves into Hua Yan's ears.

"Sect Leader, please focus on the overall situation!"

Hua Yan took a deep breath, and finally asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The disciple immediately replied: "Abandon selfishness and protect righteousness. Cut off contact with the devil, and join us in punishing the devil!"

"What if I can't do it?"

"Then... I won't be able to kneel here forever!" The disciple was righteous, and behind him was the echo of the entire Penglai Gate, still the same sentence: "Please consider for Penglai, the sect leader."

"Okay." Hua Yan always said slowly, closing his eyes and not looking at these people anymore.

The man was overjoyed, and immediately said: "The head of the sect is righteous!"

"Sect Leader Dayi!" It was another voice like an echo.

Hua Yan opened his eyes, not looking at these kneeling people, but looking at the whole Penglai behind them.She has lived in this place since she was a child, and is familiar with every plant, tree, brick and tile here.People say that every 60 years is a Jiazi, but Huayan has forgotten how many 60 years he has lived in Penglai.

She vaguely remembers the day she remembers.The middle-aged man brought her to this island and brought her to Ku Jing. It was the middle-aged man and Ku Jing who told her that this island called Penglai would be her home from now on.

Home.Hua Yan looked at the glazed tiles that reflected the sunlight, and each glazed tile had traces left by her when she first learned the art of controlling the wind.

Is it really necessary to give up persistence and succumb to the so-called righteousness for the sake of these familiar faces and this familiar place?Holding the Xuanyuan Sword in Hua Yan's hand, she felt a little confused. Those disciples thought she had figured it out and stood up one after another. Headed by the original disciple, they crowded towards Hua Yan.They seemed to be saying some flattering words, but Hua Yan couldn't hear them clearly, she was holding the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, and the protruding thing on the hilt seemed to be embedded in the skin of her palm.

"I thought you would never come again." Ku Jing put down the paintbrush in his hand, and looked at the person standing quietly at the door of the studio.

The person at the door smelled of sea water, she sat down on the threshold, looked at the withered mirror in the room with a tired voice: "Senior sister, I am no longer the head of Penglai, and I can't go back to Penglai Island. You are willing to take in me, a homeless person."

Ku Jing was stunned when he heard the words, and subconsciously felt that he had heard wrong, so he asked, "What did you say?"

"I passed on the headship of Penglai to my disciples, and I have nothing to do with the whole of Penglai from now on. I lost Penglai, which I have lived in for so many years, will you blame me?"

"Silly boy." Ku Jing walked to the door, gently hugged Hua Yan, who was rarely showing sadness, in his arms, and sighed softly: "Why do you have to be like this..."

"I'm not worth your giving up so much."

Hua Yan hugged Ku Jing instead, put her head on her shoulder, rubbed her neck and whispered: "I am willing."

"But I...forget it, why should I say anything else?" Ku Jing stroked the wet white hair on Hua Yan's back, and said softly, "Why are you homeless? Isn't it because I'm here? Wherever you are is your home."

"It's just that from now on, you will be a traitor to the righteous way and will be accused by thousands of people. Have you really thought about it?"

"I've made up my mind." Hua Yan whispered in Ku Jing's ear, "I made this decision with a clear conscience and no regrets."

"Master, if you do this, aren't you afraid that you will lose face to see your ancestor in the future? Penglai was handed over to you by him. You have to live up to the expectation of your ancestor."

"I Huayan made this decision with a clear conscience. I don't regret it today, and I won't regret it in the future!"

"Fool..." Ku Jing hugged Hua Yan tightly, and murmured softly in her heart: "You are the pride of heaven, why bother to stand with me. You know, what lies ahead of me is the rolling wheel of fate, is it ruthless?" the way of heaven?"

"I only know that the person in my heart is you, and you are not a villain."

Ku Jing had nothing to say, but hugged Hua Yan even tighter.

However, the wheel of fate will not stop moving forward because of any changes. Even if there is no feast, there will still be other people who will take on the so-called important task of helping the world.What should come will come sooner or later. This story that doesn't have Ku Jing as the main character has finally reached its most tortuous page. Mu Jincheng finally showed his prominence in the cultivation world. Brothers with loyalty, and even more with a god-given charm and the admiration of all people in the cultivation world, came to Yanluo Hall.

Mu Jincheng represented the entire righteous way headed by Tianshu League, they broke into Yanluo City all the way to the most glorious and tallest building in the center of Yanluo Palace.All the people along the way did not choose to fight against this group of righteous people. They just quietly watched the black cloud covering the sky in the center of the city every day on the street, silently waiting for the ideal ending in their hearts.

Ku Jing sat on the chair that Feng Lie once sat on, which represented the highest authority in Yan Luo Hall, Hua Yan was by her side, and the purple thunder dragon rolled around every dragon pillar in the hall.

Mu Jincheng walked into this gloomy and majestic hall, the dry mirror was sitting too high, Mu Jincheng had to look up to see her.At the same time, Mu Jincheng also saw Hua Yan beside Ku Jing, and Hua Yan faced his condemning gaze without fear.

"Devil! Today is your death date!" Mu Jincheng raised the Qiankun Sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the dry mirror, and arrogantly read this long-prepared sentence.

Ku Jing chuckled disdainfully, but said in a low voice: "There are no activities here, how about going out to fight?"

"Okay." Mu Jincheng agreed, and put down his bold words: "No matter where it is, I will take your head."

"If you can do it." Ku Jing didn't take him seriously.

The people of Yanluo City looked up and saw a huge purple dragon flying out of the city with a raging thunderbolt. On the back of the purple dragon, there was a sharp-eyed person who saw that person, who was unruly and unruly. Hunting in red.No one in Yanluo Palace would think that she would lose.

The fact is also true, Mu Jincheng is no match for the Venerable Man of Strength.The Qiankun sword in his hand fell, and the whole person was thrown by the dragon claws and rolled on the ground full of black mud. This place was the battlefield when the demon army attacked Yanluo Temple.Mu Jincheng finished rolling, looking in disbelief at the dry mirror standing on the back of the dragon who didn't even make a move.He didn't believe that he would be defeated as a person who traveled to this world and had already been brilliant once, so he raised his head to the sky and screamed, and rushed towards the dry mirror with bare hands as if erupting, and he seemed to have really inspired some potential. As he got closer and closer to the dry mirror, dazzling golden lights burst out from his body, and these golden lights became bigger and brighter, and they were still burning like fire.

"Go to hell!" Mu Jincheng growled, gnashing his teeth.

Ku Jing stared at Mu Jincheng who was rushing over from the dragon, glanced at the golden sky glowing from the black center, and waved her Spring Breeze Brush.

"Ah!!" Mu Jincheng yelled, leaping into the sky and punching the dry mirror on the dragon's back. The force brought by that fist even shattered the dragon's horn.However, Ku Jing looked directly at his fist, and Mu Jincheng's fist stopped an inch away from the door of Ku Jing's face, and then he saw ripples like water waves rippling under his fist.Mu Jincheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly dilated his pupils, then he clenched his teeth and withdrew his hand, and once again attacked Ku Jing with a fist of Qi in the air.Ku Jing still didn't move, looking at him contemptuously and indifferently, his fist got stuck just an inch away again.

Ku Jing waved her hand, and the ink around her exploded, and Mu Jincheng who was standing in the air was directly ejected, and fell heavily to the ground again.

Under the instruction of the dry mirror, the thunder dragon slowly fell to the ground, and the dry mirror got off the dragon's back. The ink energy around him turned into ferocious beasts ready to go. The golden color in the sky was once again captured engulfed in ink.Thunder Dragon's howling sound shook the ground, and Ku Jing walked towards Mu Jincheng, who was lying on the ground, under the protection of Thunder Dragon, followed by all the beasts.

"This is impossible!" Mu Jincheng yelled on the ground, the blow just now exhausted all his strength, but Ku Jing was unscathed.

"Why is it impossible?" Ku Jing walked up to him and looked down at him, asking coolly.

Mu Jincheng looked at his shattered palm, and roared with red eyes: "I am the protagonist! I can't lose to you, the devil!"

With a sneer, Ku Jing replied: "What about the protagonist? I have practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, and I have devoted myself to painting all the year round. I have been comprehending the world and constantly making breakthroughs to achieve today's achievements and such impressive strength. What about you? You The current powerful strength is not realized by yourself, but picked up. Everything you have now was given by others, so why do you think you can beat me? Just rely on your luck, okay?"

"No! I can't just lose like this...Heavenly way!" The last two words made Mu Jincheng's eyes look like he lost his soul, and he looked up at the dark sky covered in ink, and said firmly: " Heavenly Dao will definitely help me! Heavenly Dao will definitely help me defeat you, the devil."

"The Dao of Heaven?" Ku Jing also looked up at the black sky, and said loudly: "I want to see how the Dao of Heaven can make you win against me given the huge disparity in strength between you and me!"

As soon as her words fell, there was a sound of thunder in the sky, which seemed to be dissatisfied with her arrogance.

In the next second, Ku Jing's face changed, and she noticed the movement of the clouds under the ink gas.

"What a way of heaven!" Ku Jing suddenly sternly said, and all the beasts behind her sensed her anger, and all roared loudly.With the dry mirror as the center, the sky changes color and dark clouds surge, and above the ink of the dry mirror is a sea of ​​clouds that is constantly churning with light and electricity!

Hua Yan, who had been watching from the top of the city tower, was stunned, then looked at the sea of ​​clouds that was pregnant with violent storms, and said in surprise: "Why is there a catastrophe?"

And Ku Jing on the battlefield over there also said: "Since the so-called Dao of Heaven is so shameless, this deity cultivates a demon, but you let me survive the catastrophe that only a cultivator can have!"

In an instant, thunder and lightning flashed in the clouds, followed by majestic heavy rain.

"Hahahahahaha!" Mu Jincheng laughed in the rain, and taunted Kujing, "You have done a lot of evil, and Heaven will not let you go!"

"You will definitely die in this catastrophe!"

Ku Jing glanced at him, pursed his lips, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Heaven, you let me survive this catastrophe. I want to see, if I survive this catastrophe, how will you end up!"

The first profound thunder fell on the head, and was swallowed by the black air that was still floating in the sky.

The dry mirror stands in the wind and rain, standing on the black soil, and the red dress is still red in the rain and fog, she has no fear.

"Senior sister..." Hua Yan looked worriedly at the unmoving dry mirror in the sky, and put her hand tightly on her beating heart.

The highest treatment of the Heavenly Tribulation is 99 mysterious thunders, so when the No.90 nine heavenly thunders fell not weak but strong, Ku Jing fully understood that this Heavenly Tribulation would never give her a chance to survive , just let her die to the person who breaks the rules!Ku Jing is fearless, the beasts behind her are constantly facing the deadly thunder, life and death continue as if these ink souls have an endless life, Zilong quietly dormant beside Ku Jing, quietly Waiting quietly.

No one knows how many thunderbolts fell in the sky that day, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands.

The people of Yanluo Palace crowded onto the tower, and if they couldn't make it, they took their magic tools and waited at the edge of the barrier that Dry Mirror had set up for Yanluo City. The beggar of the human race was also among the group of demons, they all knew Who is the person crossing the catastrophe at this moment, so they all waited quietly, and some people prayed.

All the beasts behind Ku Jing finally died out, and Zilong was also knocked down by several thunderbolts at the same time. Ku Jing rose into the sky and saved Zilong's remaining soul at a critical moment.The ink gas stained the dry mirror's blood and turned it into a tumbling blood red. On top of the dry mirror's head, it turned into a ten-foot-tall red giant statue. The giant statue waved a heavy gate to meet the dozen silver dragons that fell down at the same time. The general way of heaven.Amidst the sound of landslides, Juque cut off all the dozen silver dragons.

Some of the skin on Ku Jing's body was cracked, but she still looked confident.The surviving soul of the purple dragon glows purple in the hand of the dry mirror. Its last wish is to hope that the dry mirror eats its soul to compete with the heavens, but the dry mirror still chooses to store it in a simple ring. , thrown far to the other side of the battlefield.The ring fell into the pitch-black soil, and was buried in the mud washed up by the rain in the blink of an eye.

The sky is always dark, and it is hard to tell if it is a new day or it is still an old day.The different cultivators of the Yanluo City Tower were standing under the tower without sleep, and Hua Yan was standing on a flag holding the Xuanyuan Sword tightly. The rain flowed from her wrist to the hilt, following the complicated lines on the hilt. flow to the ground.

Is this the way of heaven?Hua Yan stretched out her hand to feel the pouring rain and was confused.

However, in the center of the battlefield, the situation was finally reversed amidst the sky full of thunder, and the ten-foot-high loud noise finally collapsed under the bite of dozens of silver dragons.The moment it collapsed, the skin on Ku Jing's hands burst open, and Ku Jing, who had remained motionless amidst the sprinkling of blood, bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground dripping with black soil.Immediately afterwards, the Spring Breeze Brush, with all the petals gone, fell from her hand, and broke in two after a slight crisp sound.

It was the same as the situation with Master Wu Min before, when the sky thunder, which was bright for thousands of miles around and turned into daylight, struck the dry mirror, and the sky fire started a prairie fire, and the dry mirror was wrapped in the continuous sky fire.

"No!!!" Someone screamed on the tower, but it wasn't Huayan.

Hua Yan witnessed all this, and suddenly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword that had been sealed by the scabbard, and then rushed towards the place where Ku Jing crossed the catastrophe at top speed.

The sound of weapons clashing seemed to pierce people's eardrums. Standing in front of the sea of ​​flames, Hua Yan glared at Mu Jincheng who was facing his sword, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't you think it's shameless to want to take advantage of people's danger?"

"Master, get out of the way!" Mu Jincheng confronted Hua Yan, unwilling to let go of this opportunity, and instinctively told him that the next thunder would be the last.

"No!"

"Okay, master, if you don't let me go, don't blame me for disregarding the friendship between master and student!" Mu Jincheng's eyes were red, and he drew his sword after a low growl, and when he stabbed at Huayan, a phantom of a golden dragon appeared behind him. With unprecedented power.

The last thunder is not a thunder calamity, but a human calamity...

"Withered mirror!!!!!!!!!" Mu Jincheng was blown away by the soaring ink energy, Hua Yan saw the fallen withered mirror and his knees softened, before he knelt down to catch the withered mirror.

After all, Tiandao would not let Ku Jing go, she was lying in Hua Yan's arms, and the Qian Kun sword pierced her heart.The Qiankun Sword was made by the Venerable Master Wu Mercy, and if the Dry Mirror is stabbed in the heart by it, there will be no chance of survival.The last thunder refused to strike for a long time, and Ku Jing knew that the thunder that represented ascension was waiting for her to die.

Hua Yan hugged the dry mirror tightly, tears streaming down her face, and kept repeating the word 'senior sister'.Ku Jing survived the most powerful thunderstorm, but fell at the last step in order to save her.

"Hua Yan." Ku Jing realized that, with the last bit of strength, he propped up his upper body and brought his lips to Hua Yan's ears, and said softly: "If you want to stay together, there will be no holidays."

"No... Senior Sister! Dry Mirror!" Hua Yan wailed, tightly hugging Dry Mirror, which had lost its breath of life after saying this sentence.

The last thunder finally came belatedly, it struck down lightly, and was bounced back by the sword light of Huayan Xuanyuanjian.

The continuous torrential rain finally subsided. Hua Yan was holding the corpse of the dry mirror on the mud-covered battlefield, and a white sky light hit Hua Yan's face.Hua Yan raised her tear-stained face and saw the clouds clearing and the mist clearing, the sun rising in the east, and the warm sunshine filled the earth in an instant.

What a way to restore the sky and the earth... Hua Yan looked at the azure blue sky and put down the dead body of Ku Jing.Hua Yan gritted her teeth, pulled out the Qiankun sword on Ku Jing's chest, and then slowly walked towards Mu Jincheng who was seriously injured not far away.

Seeing the ending, Mu Jincheng thought he had won, and then he smiled and cast a black shadow over him.Mu Jincheng raised his head with difficulty, seeing the direction of the sunrise, Huayan raised the Qiankun Sword towards him expressionlessly.

"No...Master!" Mu Jincheng yelled desperately, stabbing down with the Qiankun sword, the sword's light flashed for a moment, and then blood burst out.

As the son of luck, Mu Jincheng relied on the way of heaven to defeat Ku Jing, who was the great demon king. However, he did not win in the end and died at the hands of another man of destiny.

"The Way of Heaven..." Hua Yan silently recited these two words in front of Mu Jincheng's corpse, and then said insanely, "Is this the so-called Way of Heaven?"

"Master, didn't you say...'The way of heaven is permanent, it doesn't exist for Yao, and it doesn't perish for Jie'? Then why can the way of heaven that everyone pursues be so impermanent?"

No one answered Huayan's question.

Later, Yan Luo Hall was mourned together, and then Yan Luo Hall ushered in a new master, the former head of Penglai.

The author has something to say: this volume is over, and I’m starting to think about what to write in the next volume