Little White House Collector [Quick Transmigration]

Clang, there was a violent impact sound, the metal collided together, splashing dazzling flames, the sword wind spread to the surroundings, frightening the magic soldiers and monks to the point that the attacking movements in their hands were obviously stagnant.

After the blow, the two retreated back at the same time, but there was almost no pause, and they fought fiercely again in the next moment.

The leaders of the two sides came and went back and forth in the sky, and the sword wind was like a blade, piercing the sky and drawing scars on the ground.

Xueshang, who was shot down on the ground, got up silently. The others were entangled and fought fiercely. For a while, no one noticed him. He raised his head and searched in the air, and saw a dark and stern figure , and then jumped up.

Qin Yang held the long sword inlaid with blood demon beads, and turned his eyes to Xueshang during a short pause. The other party was not fighting with the monks below, but came to him by accident. It was not because he was worried about him, he would not He thought that any aspect of himself would give Xueshang the illusion that he would lose to the head of the Cangnan faction.

Qin Yang's floating body rushed towards the attacking head, and there was another loud collision sound, but this time Qin Yang didn't back away immediately, the head looked at Qin Yang's face similar to that of a blood demon who was close at hand. , Just about to step back, he suddenly felt a sense of horror and crisis from all directions. He focused his eyes on a round stool, and his neck suddenly became stiff. From time to time, tentacles that were so dark that they hardly reflected light popped out. The tentacles wandered silently in the air, with sharp tips. Just staring at them like that made the headmaster's heart tighten.

He withdrew his arms, his figure was like the wind, and he dodged a few meters away in an instant, but no matter how far he retreated, Qin Yang followed him with his sword, and the distance between the two would always return to the original in an instant.

Fear in his heart for the rest of his life, no matter how hard the sect master tried to resist, he was still at a disadvantage. He was greedy for life and afraid of death.

The tentacles stretched out long, preventing the headmaster from escaping again. The headmaster's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The opposite Qin Yang was holding a sword, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye. The other party's black clothes were flying, and the headmaster even seemed to smell it. The smell of endless death and blood.

In a daze, the headmaster felt a sudden pain in his chest. He curled his fingers holding the sword hilt, and with a puff, scarlet blood spewed out from his mouth. The headmaster opened his mouth, his face full of pain and refusal. believe.

"My lord, my lord..." With blood gushing from his mouth, the headmaster murmured miserably. This was different from what he had planned at the beginning. Shouldn't he be the one fighting Qin Yang, first to draw the opponent's attention, and then Xueshang attacked from behind, and they beheaded Qin Yang with both hands.

Why is it different, why did he die?

Since they were not too far away from each other, Qin Yang could clearly hear the whispers at the gate, my lord?He was calling someone, and it should be that person who ordered the head to do all this.

Who is that man?Qin Yang didn't take out the sword immediately, if the sword was struck, the head of the sect would surely die.

"Who is he? Who are you calling?" Qin Yang controlled the tentacles to wrap around the head's neck, forcing him to lift his head that had fallen down. Xueshang looked over.

Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and following the eyes of the headmaster, he saw Xueshang who was unwilling to leave him. The other party had a solemn face, and met Qin Yang's probing eyes without fear. Yang couldn't see the surrender and humility that existed inside before.

"Xueshang, could it be you?" Qin Yang didn't quite believe it when he said this. Xueshang has been staying in the Demon Realm these days and has never left. In his knowledge, this person is called the master by the head of the sect. In terms of power level, the person in charge should be higher than the head of the sect.

Qin Yang's doubts did not last long, the sky suddenly began to change color, and a cloud of dark fog appeared in the gray sky.

From top to bottom, the cloud of fog quickly fell obliquely above the heads of Qin Yang and the others.

Even Qin Yang felt a strong coercion from the black mist, this coercion was unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar, he pulled out the magic sword stuck in the head's chest, and blood spurted from the open mouth When it splashed out, the sect leader's body instantly lost strength and fell to the ground.

The black mist exploded silently, and the black magic energy that exploded turned into sharp blades in an instant, attacking in all directions. Tentacles jumped in front of Qin Yang one after another, resisting the incoming magic blades, but neither the monks nor the magic soldiers could Fortunately, in just an instant, half of them were penetrated by the magic blade.

There was a strong wind swimming in the air, and after the black mist dispersed, a tall man in black clothes and even a mask covering his face appeared.

His blood-red eyeballs looked down, and the moment he saw Qin Yang, the corners of his mouth that were exposed outside the mask curled up.

The moment he looked at the man, Qin Yang knew who he was, and the bond of blood became very clear at this moment. Seeing his biological father whom he had never met, for Qin Yang who had never received any affection since childhood There is no such thing as happiness or joy psychologically.

Instead, he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. The Blood Demon was the master whom the sect leader had called temporarily. Qin Yang glanced at Xueshang behind his left arm. Xueshang appeared before the Blood Demon appeared. At that moment, he lowered his head, looking absolutely respectful.

He would be really stupid if he didn't know what happened when he got here.

When the head of the Cangnan faction died, the human monks lost their backbone, and the remaining ones were gradually surrounded by demon soldiers.

Qin Yang no longer had the time to pay attention to the situation below. He stared at the face of the blood demon who raised his hand to take off the mask, which was very similar to him, and his eyes were completely gloomy.

The blood demon dodged and came a few feet away from Qin Yang. His extremely cruel blood-red eyes moved down from Qin Yang's face and moved to the magic sword held in Qin Yang's hand.

"You got the Blood Demon Orb." There was a smile in his tone, but it was more of a chill. The Blood Demon reached out to Qin Yang. Although he didn't say it directly, the meaning was quite obvious. Give him meaning.

Not to mention that he personally took the Blood Demon Orb from Ten Thousand Devils Cave, or the person imprisoned in the special barrier of the Blood Demon Orb, Qin Yang couldn't have given the Blood Demon Orb to the Blood Demon.

"That's right, there is someone you like in the magic bead, I promise you as a father, as long as the blood demon bead, I won't touch your people at all." Whatever happened in the demon realm, Xueshang secretly sent a message to the blood demon, Therefore, the blood demon has long known that his cheap son not only fell in love with a human monk, but also locked him in the magic bead.

Sure enough, there is human blood in his body, so he likes humans. The blood demon has no feelings for Qin Yang. In his opinion, any person is a tool that cannot be used or can be used.

Qin Yang raised his lips slightly, and a sneering smile escaped from the corner of his mouth. He raised his sword with hatred in his eyes: "I will not hand over the Blood Demon Orb to you."

"Don't you want to hand it in? Well, I'll go and get it myself for my father." The blood demon's body was full of evil spirits, and a magic sword suddenly appeared in his right palm. That magic sword was twice as big as Qin Yang's. Black magic energy leaped in and out.

The two powerful men from the demon world fought fiercely together in a blink of an eye, each other's figures were so fast that it was almost impossible to see how they moved, and one dazzling light followed another in the void.

Qi Yao, dressed in red, looked up at the ever-changing sky in the blood demon bead. Occasionally, a bright light flashed in the sky, and the sound of swords and swords could be faintly heard in his ears.

There was a slight fluctuation in the palm, and the value in the middle representing Qin Yang had risen to 95 at this time. Qi Yao's right arm, which had fallen on the right side of his body, raised up silently, a long sword emerged from his palm, and his blood-red robe flew up. The lifelike manjusandflowers on the red clothes seemed to be shaking, the sea of ​​flowers fluttered and swayed, and the thick fragrance filled the mouth and nose.

The green stems of Manzhushahua broke, and the flowers began to fly into the sky. Countless gorgeous and strange flowers rose up into the void, passing by Qi Yao's body.

As soon as the flowers left, the bones hidden underneath were exposed. Qi Yao stood on the endless bones. He lowered his eyes, curious about the source of these bones, so he asked how the card bones came from.

'Those who attempt to obtain the Blood Demon Orb'.

So why didn't he become a bone himself?This question came to Qi Yao's mind, and then he smiled, he had ambitions for the Blood Demon Orb, but he didn't want to get it, he just wanted Qin Yang to get it.

Looking at the strange white bones that he didn't know what he had experienced before, Qi Yao thought of a question, that is, all these years, he only heard about the powerful and attractive power of the Blood Demon Bead, but he never seemed to have heard of anyone really got it.

This blood demon bead may not be like what people have said by word of mouth at all. When I got it, my life was probably locked by the blood demon bead.

The flickering light in the sky suddenly became stronger, and the blood-red manjusawa floating in the sky stopped for a moment, then gathered together, slowly spun, and formed a door that could go out in a blink of an eye.

The white bones under his feet shook violently, and there was no sound, but Qi Yao could feel that these bones seemed to be very excited.

Excitement will soon join them with another bone to keep them company.

Qi Yao clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and flew towards the whirlpool gate formed by manzhushahuahua. The light and shadow in front of him alternated violently. After a short period of time, the light and shadow stopped, and Qi Yao flew out from the blood demon bead. A black figure turned his back to him, the man's bloodthirsty aura, Qi Yao thought it was Qin Yang for the first time, the black hairpin on the man's head in his sight, Qin Yang's hair was not black, Qi Yao's eyes jumped over the man and looked elsewhere.

Then seeing Qin Yang who was looking towards him, Qi Yao was overjoyed and set off to fly towards Qin Yang.

But just after flying a little distance, a magic sword came across in front of him, and the magic sword was inlaid with blood-red blood magic beads.

The bloody thing in the sky flew down silently, and Manjushahua fluttered from the place where Qi Yao came out just now into a blood-red ribbon. The ribbon wrapped around the magic sword with a whistling sound, and even meandered towards the sword.

The blood demon held the sword and wanted to swing it, but the sword was suddenly heavy like a mountain, and he couldn't shake it. His blood eyes sank, and he restrained his thoughts of killing Qi Yao. The power shackled on the sword suddenly disappeared. Only then did the demon carefully look at the human monk in front of him.

Perhaps it should be said that the demons are of the same kind.

The young man is wearing a blood-colored red dress, and the manjusawa on the clothes seem to be alive. With the fluttering of the clothes, the petals are shaking gently. .

The Gorefiend has seen many beauties consciously, but none of them seem to be as good as the person in front of him. That kind of beauty completely blurs the gender, and the moment people see him, they immediately have a feeling of wanting to take them under their control. Desires for oneself, like collecting a precious object, are treasured in one's own hands.

"You... are Xie Shaoqing?"

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Qin Yang: If you don't open Sen, you haven't even said a word to Yaoyao.

Mother Beast: Touch your head, I will put Yaoyao to sleep for you later.