[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

Huai Luo thought about countless ways to say goodbye to his brother, maybe he finally got permission from his father to enter the Nether Sea, or maybe Ji Chuan was released after the punishment, and he would bring Chongming to pick him up.

But there is no imagination like this, where we meet on the battlefield and fight against each other.

Although Huai Luo couldn't remember clearly what happened back then, he was very sure that Ji Chuan was definitely not the murderer who killed the God Empress and Ying Shu, so he spent 600 years thinking about the punishment of the Emperor of Heaven and Ji Chuan's willingness to bind himself in the Nether Sea. I don't understand the inside story.

Unbelievable, it turned out to be the case.

The real devil is present.

Ji Chuan was actually the reincarnation of a demon god.

The monster in the distance was familiar yet unfamiliar, and countless soldiers of the Protoss had turned into bones when he raised his hand, but that face, which looked exactly like his fifth brother, was not even moved at all.

Huai Luo clenched the silver bow in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Chongming, then, is that brother?"

Bai Ze Beast let out a long cry, and the divine beast's wise eyes were full of solemnity, "It's him." It said.

The last trace of luck was also shattered, and the last trace of soft and hesitant expression on the face of the prince of the god clan faded away. He held up the longbow, and aimed the arrow point steadily at the face of the enemy leader who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

whoosh-

Xie Ci grabbed the flying silver arrow, the flesh and blood on his palm was corroded and burned and quickly healed. The thick blood stained the arrow body and made a "sizzling" sound. It landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

His gaze stayed on Huai Luo's pale face for a moment longer.That face was almost exactly the same as his Ah Jiu, but at the same time he knew very clearly that Ah Jiu was dead. Nine is no longer in this world.

Therefore, Xie Ci just traced the appearance of that face reluctantly, but turned over and stood on top of the bone dragon without any hesitation. With a long whistle, a large piece of darkness rushed forward, and the bone dragon flew up on the turbulent darkness.

The array of arrows roared like silver rain all over the sky, but was swallowed up by the darkness like a mud cow entering the sea. Huailuo's forehead was covered with dense cold sweat. He was gritting his teeth and bowing again. A drop of sweat fell into his eyelashes, and he blinked subconsciously. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, he was horrified to find a ghostly face approaching him!

Black hair, white face, blood-red eyes, a scorching karmic fire between the eyebrows, twisted and evil.

Huai Luo felt the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stand up, but he saw Ji Chuan smiled lightly at him, and flew past him directly.Huai Luo was stunned for a moment, then raised his head after regaining consciousness suddenly, only countless scorched bones remained on the battlefield.

"The Nantian Gate is broken—"

Huai Luo blinked away the wetness in his eyes, turned around and shot an arrow in the air, Chong Ming let out a long moan, and chased after the black figure.

The silver arrow went straight into the sky, passed through the flowing clouds and heavy fog, and pierced straight into the white jade steps in front of the Tiangong.

***

36 Chongtian, ask the rooftop.

The 81 steps of Jiujiu are not long. Xie Ci looked up, the sky was clear and clear, and there was no cloud in the sky, let alone thunder, and there was not even a breeze.He raised his feet and stepped up, and suddenly there was a deafening bang, and a thunderbolt struck him from top to bottom along with the strong wind.

Xie Ci retreated hastily, the thunder almost hit him in front of his toes, but there was no trace left on the stone steps.

He looked up at the end of the steps, as if he saw Tiandao's cold mockery.

Fury gushed out of his eyes, he raised his hand and slammed towards the stone steps, but the tyrannical power bounced back towards him, Xie Ci was caught off guard by his own power, and his body flew out in the opposite direction, hitting him hard. On the ground, the ground was cracked inch by inch with him as the center.

He stood up awkwardly, clenching his teeth.

heaven...

Heaven!

Xie Ci stepped up the steps again, gritted his teeth and endured the first thunder, and took the second step.

Every step is dangerous, every step is thunderous.

Ninety-nine, 81 thunderbolts struck one after another, and when he finally stepped on the roof, the blood flow had gathered under his feet and formed a pool.

Wen Tiantai is just a three-foot-square stone platform, empty.He was born here at the beginning, and then handed over to the Emperor of Heaven by Yuxuzi.

Xie Ci panted heavily and raised his head again.The sky was clear, and the lightning and thunder just now seemed to be hallucinations. If it weren't for the pain caused by the deep and visible scars slowly healing, he would almost think that he walked up so smoothly.

"Heaven?" He slumped on the ground casually, and said softly, "You are the system, right? What do you want to do?"

In the reincarnation of the sixth life, the first life was more difficult and dangerous, and the first life was more desperate than the last, and he was pushed into desperation step by step.

What on earth are you trying to do?

Want to see me struggling like an ant crushed by fate but unable to turn over, seeing me lose again and again, despair again and again, or the current situation, is what you want to see?

Xie Ci can no longer remember what his original self looked like.He is now heavily indebted with blood, and the number of dead souls under his command is unknown, but his heart is calm and almost indifferent.

There was silence in the air, even the wind was stagnant.

Xie Ci laughed, but he wasn't surprised, "Yes, you said that I should figure everything out by myself," he stood up with a calm expression, "I'm going to destroy this world."

Wen Tiantai was surrounded by heavenly soldiers and generals, and the Heavenly Emperor stood in front of the formation, looking at him from afar.

"Ji Chuan," the Heavenly Emperor's eyes were complex, and he seemed guilty, "Stop, don't let it erode your mind."

Xie Ci raised his arms and soared into the air, and the gorgeous black robe spread out like flowing water.

His calmness is like a thin layer of ice on the boiling magma, hatred and despair are constantly bubbling, the majestic magic breath is like the overturning of the galaxy, the mountains and rivers are falling, and amidst the loud noise, the tyrannical storm is centered on him and swept away in all directions !

He saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, flesh and blood turned into mud, countless mountains and rivers were razed to the ground, beyond recognition, rivers diverted, lakes dried up, and countless red lotuses bloomed on the sea of ​​blood.

He looked up, the sky was blue, and he could smell meat.

It was the setting sun, mist and dust, and the barbecue was sizzling on the bonfire. A young man in Tsing Yi was squatting next to him, his golden eyes were full of smiles.

"Thank you."

Xie Ci responded softly and smiled.

"He's going to blow himself up—"

There was an exclamation in the army, and the Emperor's eyes sank completely. He was about to stop it, but he heard a long cry in the air!

The Heavenly Emperor raised his head abruptly, only to see a huge white shadow rushing towards the monster recklessly!

"Stop—" The Heavenly Emperor finally changed his expression and flew up, "Xiao Jiu!"

But it was too late.

The crown prince of the Protoss on the Bai Ze Beast jumped down, his robes fluttering, and the silver light scattered all over the sky like shooting stars.

The black karmic fire licked his hair and the corners of his clothes, but Huai Luo didn't care about it at all. In the violent air current, he threw himself on Xie Ci and hugged him tightly like a boat that was bumping and swaying in the wind.

As he had done many times as a child.

Xie Ci suddenly opened his eyes, and he was startled suddenly.

"Ah Jiu..." he said in a daze.

The bone-shattering pain crushed his whole body, Huai Luo forced a smile, "Brother."

Xie Ci regained consciousness in an instant, he stared at the young man looking for death in surprise and bewilderment, "You..."

There was a sudden lightness in his arms.

A terrifying sense of familiarity struck him retrospectively, and dots of silver light floated around him, emitting a hazy and fragile soft light in the thick blackness.

Huailuo was slowly dissipating, and the storm gradually died down.

Xie Ci finally remembered that this was an innocent and lovely child, who acted like a baby in his arms, followed him in a dependent and adoring manner and called him "brother", and gave him everything trust……

Thank you trembling.

He really loved this child like a younger brother.

Huai Luo completely disappeared.

Xie Ci fell from the air and hit the Wentian platform heavily, and the golden light followed, pressing him firmly in place and not being able to move.

"Ji Chuan!"

The Heavenly Emperor's eyes were red, and his hair turned white instantly. He was hanging in the air, and the hand that was holding Xie Ci was bulging and trembling, as if he had exhausted all his strength if he didn't kill him directly.

Xie Ci was lying on the stone platform in the air, a silver spot of light fluttered down and stuck to his eyebrows.

***

"Shangshen Jichuan, Son of the Dao of Heaven, do you know how many people are waiting to see you fall from the 36th layer to the Nether Sea?"

Si Chen looked down at the demon kneeling on the ground condescendingly, and every word he squeezed out between his lips and teeth was full of heartbreaking hatred.

"You will be in this Nether Sea, life after life, surrounded by thunder and ghosts, and you will never get out of it, and you will never be free." Si Chen stared at him with a twisted smile, "This is the punishment you should bear , Jichuan."

Xie Ci opened his eyes, the blood stains stuck to his eyelashes, which made his movements a little strenuous.

Ninety-nine and 81 thunderbolts tore apart the sky and the ground, and the red ground was like dried blood, freezing the wailing cries of thousands of ghosts.

Countless pairs of mournful and pale ghost hands stretched out from the ground, grabbing the corner of his torn robe, digging at his flesh and blood, trying to pull him down.

He raised his head to look at the blood-red sky, his eyes fixed on the snow-bright thunder mercilessly through his disheveled hair.

"Ho ho ho ho..."

There was a stuffy laugh in his throat, his bony fingers pinched the ghost hand that scratched his ankle until it was bloody, and crushed it to pieces.