The villain is a fuzzy [Transmigration Book]

When the past was shattered along with the frontier, Mu Wuqing who was hit by the sword, Qi Yuan who knelt down, and the monks and demons who were dead or wounded...all disappeared before their eyes.

It was endless darkness again, with no end in sight.

"Afeng! Afeng——!"

Xu Feng seemed to have heard Mu Lin's call, but the call seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane, which was vague and unclear.He fell into Mu Lin's arms, trying to wipe away the blood in front of his eyes, but his whole body was limp, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms.

It turned out to be this feeling to "kill people" with a sword.

Although in the demon formation, what you experience and see can't be regarded as real.But those "phantoms" are like living people. The moment Xu Feng pierced "Mu Wuqing"'s back with the Tianyi sword, he could even hear the sound of the sword cutting through the skin, as if in slow motion, blood flowed from him. "Mu Wuqing" fell at his feet, and finally looked at him, full of shock and disbelief.

This scene is too real and bloody, and the impact on Xu Feng is not ordinary.After all, he is also a person who came from modern civilized society. Apart from killing chickens to feed dogs, he has never had blood on his hands.Even if he had been mentally prepared for a long time, knowing that in this fairy world, he would lift the sword in his hand one day... But at this moment, Xu Feng still couldn't bear it, his eyes were bright red, and his ears were buzzing. In addition, he took Mu Lin's sword forcefully, and his meridians fluctuated and he fainted.

At this time, a pair of hands gently opened his jaw, and something bitter was stuffed into his mouth.

A hoarse voice whispered in his ear: "Afeng, eat quickly."

Xu Feng was groggy at first, but when he heard this voice, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously swallowed the pill. With a "Gudong", seeing Xu Feng swallowing obediently, Mu Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

There were not a few elixirs with the best curative effect left. After he woke up, he saw A Feng fell into his arms after breaking through with a sword, and almost lost his wits.After hurriedly taking out the elixir from the mustard seeds and coaxing Afeng to take it, Mu Lincai raised his hand and touched his face, but the bloodshot eyes could not fade away.

He half knelt on the ground, embraced Xu Feng, leaned his head on his left shoulder, and tried to adjust Xu Feng to the most comfortable lying position.Ever since they entered the former dust formation, the white light that protected them all the way disappeared.At this moment, with the help of the red light from the crows in the sky, Mu Lin stared at the little fox in his arms for a long while, then slowly tightened his arms.He lowered his head and put his cheek on the side of Xu Feng's face.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, Xu Feng finally woke up leisurely.

There was something warm and smooth pressing against him all the time, very close to him, pressing against his face like skin kissing.He opened his eyes with a snap, and the first thing he saw was Mu Lin's fine eyelashes, which were trembling slightly like a small crow feather fan.

There was an inexplicable itch in my heart, and my eyes were out of control, and they continued to linger.Mu Lin's eye sockets seemed to be swollen, and he looked pitiful.The bridge of the nose is like a jade peak, and the curvature is like a knife. It is the exquisite perfection that Xu Feng has only seen in comics in his previous life.

His eyes fell on Mu Lin's lips - the young man's lips were thin, pale but not chapped, because he drank water just now, they were unexpectedly moist and shimmering.Xu Feng's gaze was fixed for a moment, and he quickly moved away. At this moment, Mu Lin's eyelashes moved, and he turned his head.

The moment they looked at each other, their eyes seemed to be intertwined.

The distance was too close, both of them were taken aback, and quickly looked away.

Xu Feng's heart missed half a beat untimely.

"Afeng, you're awake." Although he moistened his throat, Mu Lin's voice was still hoarse.As soon as Xu Feng's ears warmed up, he almost immediately realized that he was lying in Mu Lin's arms. He struggled subconsciously, but did not break free.

Mu Lin locked him firmly, and held him tightly in his arms: "Afeng, did you do that just because you realized that...only by killing 'Mu Wuqing' can we break through the former formation?"

Predecessors?

Xu Feng thought to himself, so that's the case.

"Yeah." He responded in a low voice, clenching his fists.Apparently, Mu Lin was afraid of scaring him, and deliberately concealed what kind of formation they would encounter later, so until now, he didn't know that the formation he broke just now was called "Previous Formation".

As the person involved, Mu Lin couldn't extricate himself from it. Fortunately, he could calm down and try to stay away from watching the screen so as not to let himself be affected. Instead, he contacted the original work and analyzed the purpose of the formation.

He never forgot that the last straw that overwhelmed Mu Lin and made him degenerate into a demon was that Mu Lin killed his father and Mu Wuqing with his own hands.

It's just that it was never clearly stated in the original book. It turned out that Mu Lin had been walking alone in the dark for so long.

No one knew that he had been wronged and murdered in the small village of Changlong Town.No one knew that when the other disciples of the Promise Sword Sect were sleeping soundly in their dreams, he was once pulled into the Seven Killing Formation of the Demon Race, where he was tortured in this dark and dark place.

How cruel and vicious was this deliberate formation aimed at him. It drove him into a desperate situation step by step, crushed his hopes little by little, obliterated his conscience, and destroyed his bottom line.

Xu Feng felt a stabbing pain at the tip of his heart——The Qianchen Array, rather than being called by this name, it is more like a "practice of killing the father".

Ah Lin, I don't want your hands to be stained with blood, and I don't want you to get used to killing relatives.If you have to "kill your father" to break the formation... then it's better for me to do it, and I will bear the guilt alone.

Blood was surging in his chest, Xu Feng let out a breath slowly, and said: "A Lin, you must not believe what you saw before. Whether these things are true or not, except for the sword master and the princess, who knows the truth ?”

"Believe me, no matter what the truth is, it will never be what they show you. They deliberately distort the facts and fabricate illusions, just to anger you, make you collapse, then destroy you, and lure you into demons."

"En." Mu Lin lowered his eyelashes and quickly responded.

Xu Feng understood that Mu Lin was not so easy to let go, so he stopped and changed the subject: "What will happen next?"

Mu Lin didn't answer his question, but pulled him up, held his hand, and looked ahead: "Afeng, no matter what happens next, don't be afraid or panic."

"I'm not afraid."

Mu Lin said in a low voice, "I won't let anything happen to you."

Xu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he looked sideways at Mu Lin: "... nothing will happen to us."

As soon as the words fell, there was a rumbling muffled sound from the soles of the feet, as if a sudden earthquake had struck, and the whole earth trembled.The ghost crow resting on the dead tree in the sky flew away in fright, the red light was instantly scattered, and countless tiny red dots flew in all directions, as if a strange and beautiful firework was blooming in the night sky.

"Be careful--!"

A ten foot wide crack suddenly appeared at Xu Feng's feet, and Mu Lin quickly pulled him to his side. Before he could stabilize his figure, the surrounding black mist suddenly flowed wildly.

As soon as the flow of the black mist accelerated, it was as if pieces of small knives were being cut on the two of them.Mu Lin's outer robe shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye. When he gritted his teeth, there was a flash of inspiration on the wrist that was holding Xu Feng, and Xu Feng was forcibly swallowed by him.

"A Lin——!!!"

Xu Feng only had time to utter a cry before he disappeared in place.Before they were caught off guard and pulled into the seven-kill formation, they were played and applauded by the big demon hiding in the dark from the beginning of the fog formation. They were still together one moment, but were forcibly separated the next moment.You don't need to guess, it must be to prevent Xu Feng from reminding and disrupting the plan, the big devil deliberately isolated Mu Lin, so Mu Lin never found a suitable opportunity to send Xu Feng to Jiezi.

Xu Feng fell into the mustard, and found that the inside of the mustard was pitch black—the space here was also swallowed by the magic circle.

"A Lin——! Let me out! Even if I can't help you, you can give me peace of mind, okay?!"

Unable to speak directly in his heart, Xu Feng had to shout in the mustard.Fortunately, Mu Lin heard it and shouted: "You stay here! I'm fine!!"

The truth is, only Mu Lin knows what's going on.The black mist was too dense and sharp, even if Mu Lin used Tianyuan to dance out the sword aura, he would inevitably be hit.What's even more frightening is that these black mist seem to be instigated by someone with a strong purpose. They repeatedly cut the same part of Mu Lin's body. In the mist, the red silk is misty, and the fishy smell is pervasive.

As if being strangled by iron clamps, Xu Feng sensed Mu Lin's condition, and felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, making it difficult to breathe.However, he couldn't see anything, hear nothing, smell anything - Mu Lin completely sealed the mustard.

Xu Feng was sweating profusely in the mustard seeds, held the Tianyi sword in his hand, tried several times but failed to break through the mustard seeds, knowing that Mu Lin was determined to lock him up this time, preventing him from coming out to face the danger.

Besides Jiezi, Mu Lin resisted for a while, and gradually lost his spiritual power.Seeing the opportunity, Hei Wu attacked Mu Linkong's gate directly, as if being cut by several sharp knives at the same time, several streams of blood spurted out from the joints of his limbs at the same time.

"Boom—" With a sound, Mu Lin half-kneeled on the ground.

His right shoulder was already injured, so he couldn't lift the sword, and kept holding the sword in his left hand, barely coping.But at this time, the injuries were added to the wounds, the flesh on the elbows and knees were cut, and the scars were bloody and bloody. It was impossible to use the Tianyuan sword to support the body.

For the first time in his life, Mu Lin realized that the Tianyuan sword in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't lift it.He couldn't use his strength at all, his limbs didn't seem to be his own, his wrist folded uncontrollably, and the Tianyuan sword fell to the ground with a bang.

He fell down beside the Tianyuan sword in embarrassment, his whole body was in severe pain, but he didn't make a sound, and raised his hand to grab the sword.

The next moment, a pair of black boots stepped on the back of Mu Lin's hands and crushed them hard.

"Hmm..." Mu Lin's face was distorted for a moment, and cold sweat fell down, dyeing his face wet and pale, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Waste." The mist continued to gather and condense, starting from the black boots and moving up the thighs, gradually turning into a figure covered by a black robe.

Mu Lin blinked off the cold sweat on his eyelashes, and looked at him coldly—the foggy black-robed man who appeared out of nowhere was covered in black mist, and he couldn't see clearly at all.But Mu Lin could feel his gaze, which was as cold and vicious as a poisonous snake, and as vicious as a beast...it was creepy.

A pair of devil eyes.

"Waste—waste!!!" The man in the foggy black robe had a hoarse and strange voice, as if his throat had been injured.While stepping on Mu Lin's hand to prevent him from touching the Tianyuan Sword, he kept repeating the word "trash", looking crazy and terrifying.

The finger bones were crushed, making a slight crackling sound.Cold sweat kept flowing into his eyes, causing Mu Lin to half-close his eyelids, and his lips turned black and blue.But he still squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and said with difficulty: "...you are the trash."

As if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, the man in the foggy black robe let out a series of strange laughs, and leaned over to Mu Lin.

Mu Lin felt a cloud of cold mist rushing toward his face, and a strange voice sounded in his ears: "Boy, I saw your dream."

Mu Lin paused.

"In that case..." the foggy black robe said humanely, "Your spirit fox must die!"

Mu Lin had a bad intuition and was about to withdraw his hands.But he didn't even have time to move, the man in the foggy black robe had already grabbed his wrist, and the black mist exploded in a ball.

Xu Feng felt a huge force pulling him out, the mustard seed was instantly destroyed, and he fell beside Mu Lin.

With his eyes swept away, Xu Feng felt as if he was about to stop breathing.

He froze in place, and his first reaction was to pounce on him and hug him.But Mu Lin looked covered in bruises, and Xu Feng didn't dare to touch him at all.Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, for a while, he couldn't say anything, he just said: "A Lin..."

"Don't be afraid," Mu Lin swallowed a mouthful of blood, "...I'm fine."

Seeing this, the man in the foggy black robe let out an obvious sneer, and didn't move to grind Mu Lin again.In fact, he was quite merciful to Mu Lin, so he didn't cut off Mu Lin's meridian at the beginning.

It's just some flesh and blood pain, let the child learn a lesson.

He has let him down so much.

The fog-faced man in black raised a hand casually, and with a sound of "Kang Dang--", the black mist rolled up the Tianyuan sword and threw it in front of Mu Lin.

Mu Lin frowned.

But Xu Feng couldn't bear it anymore, hated him so much, and was about to fight back violently, when a scarred hand grabbed his palm.

Mu Lin blinked at him and shook his head very slightly.

The man in the foggy black robe didn't seem to notice their small movements, or rather, he didn't care at all.

"Boy, you know what formation this is. But a four-tailed spirit fox, why don't you be reluctant."

"You can still use your mind to control the sword with your hands useless." The black-robed man said impatiently, "Hurry up. Kill your spirit fox, and the death-life formation will be broken."

The author has something to say: Don't worry, the protagonist's injury will not leave scars, there will be no sequelae, and it will not affect the beauty and piapiapia.