Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Just as Wu Qing's fingers were about to touch the boy's back heart, a cold light suddenly appeared in the dark space, and the hand was cut off.

The jet-black hand dragged the jet-black blood, and flew towards the old Daoist with a long beard and iron face.

The old Taoist didn't look sideways, the bell in his hand rang happily, he stepped on his blue and white palms, took out a large handful of paper money from his sleeve robe, and threw them into the sky, shouting as he threw them,

"Come on, let's go, go home, come with the old man!"

The man in white moved straight forward, accompanied by the sound of bones creaking, and the continuous drizzle washed out a strong stench...

"Kang Dang!" With a sound, metal substances collided with each other, and the sound was sharp and piercing.

Hearing the sound, the old Taoist paused, and looked towards the source of the sound expressionlessly, only to see the young man slashing a skeleton with a tattered gray cloth hanging on his sword.

Only one-tenth of the skeleton's skin and flesh remained, and most of the flesh was on the hands and scalp. It was covered with dirty long hair that was stuck together, which made people sick.

The boy's sword hit the skull just now, forcibly cutting off half of the skull's hair!

The sticky hair was tangled together, and the moment it fell to the ground, it revealed a face devoured by maggots with only flesh and blood left. In the dark eye sockets, the eyeballs were forcibly gouged out by someone, and blood and tears flowed.

Feng Chang'an's pupils shrank sharply, and almost subconsciously stepped back a few steps, kicking the skeleton away with his kick.

He recognized this kind of skeleton. It was called Futu Corpse. It liked to eat fresh flesh and blood. It had appeared as early as a hundred years ago.

They have no souls, no thoughts, and were transformed by monks who practiced "Soul Absorption Dafa" to remove their souls. Although they live in the world, they can survive for hundreds of years without any medium.

A hundred years ago, big brother Ge Pingsheng led 320 brothers and sisters of the same school, including him, to end this group of evil cultivators' lair with a single sword.

Since then, "Soul Absorption Dafa" has disappeared.

After a hundred years, why did it appear again?

Could it be...the fish that slipped through the net were not completely wiped out back then? !

Feng Chang'an's head turned very fast, and he quickly figured out the reason behind it. Before he raised his hand to destroy the Futu corpse, Jiang Yu, who was still calm, suddenly let out a sound, and went straight into his arms cleanly.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother! Let's go!"

With two urging calls in succession, Feng Chang'an's eyebrows jumped and he turned his head abruptly.

Ten meters away, two paper-made boys staggered towards this side.

There was a dark drizzle in the forest, and the moonlight suddenly dimmed for some reason. The distance was a little far away, and it was difficult to see the appearance of the two paper-made boys with the naked eye.

After walking in, I realized that the two paper-made boys were actually a boy and a girl, a matched pair.

Their cheeks are painted with bright red paint, and their mouths are also blood red. Against the pale paper face, it makes people shudder.

It was the Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun that was wiped out at the same time!

The so-called "stealing the sky and changing the sun" is the soul-removing method, which is to collect the monk's soul into the paper doll, and place the evil spirit in the paper doll on the monk to be driven by himself.

This technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun and "Soul Absorption Dafa" are both sorcerers, but their origins are different. The technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun is not from the hands of evil cultivators, but from the hands of ghost cultivators.

Ghosts practice the way of ghosts, act low-key, have a small number of people, and have no intention of disturbing the order of the world. Most of the time they stay honestly in their own territory. Therefore, when the evil cultivators were eliminated, ghost cultivators were not included.

But now, the forces of ghost cultivators and evil cultivators appear at the same time, clearly they are joining forces!

Feng Changan gasped, and took a few steps back to the left. The time he seemed to think about a lot of things was actually just a breath. The moment his body left the spot, he just avoided the Futu corpse that rushed from his back.

The Futu corpse jumped into the air, paused strangely, and then attacked again half bent.

Feng Chang'an held the sword in one hand and grabbed it by the neck, preventing it from throwing itself multiple times, grabbed Jiang Yu who was leaning on his chest with the other hand, and threw it out.

"Senior Sister An Ning, hurry up and help!"

Jiang Yu's Dao name is An Ning, probably because her master knew from the moment she was accepted that she was not a responsible person, so she was named An Ning.

Jiang Yu was caught off guard and was thrown out. He spun around in a daze in Leng Yu, rushed into the sky in a flash, and ran back.

Her head is useless at all, even if she is here, it is useless, you know, that is the ghost cultivator's stealing the sky and changing the sun!

Therefore, Junior Brother Wu Zhi's words of helping were not asking her to help at all, but telling her to rush to rescue the soldiers!

Not a while after Jiang Yu jumped into the sky, someone grabbed her hair suddenly, which made her painful. She struggled to move forward, but the hand pulled her hair tightly, and it was getting tighter and tighter.

damn it!

Jiang Yu cursed secretly, chanted a curse, and controlled the hairpin on his head to fly out, stabbing it hard in that hand.

I don't know what kind of material the hairpin is made of, but it was stuck on the pale paper back of the hand, and white smoke came out, as if it was about to burn.

The paper-tied boy let out a human-like scream, let go abruptly, his snake-like elongated waist shortened, and his upper body returned to the original place.

Jiang Yu was hit with one hit, and she didn't want to fight anymore. She chanted a mantra to drive the hairpin to enlarge continuously, and shouted: "Go!"

The hairpin was glowing with green light, and it spun to stab Feng Chang'an.

Feng Chang'an was in a stalemate with the Buddha corpse, and when he sensed something was wrong, he turned sideways and quickly avoided it.

The hairpin was inserted straight into the head of the Buddha corpse, and the Buddha corpse felt pain like a human being, screaming hoarsely and piercingly, like metal colliding, the impact made people's blood tumbling, and the head was full of humming.

Forcibly suppressing the discomfort, Feng Changan saw this opportunity, squatted down and swept him down!

The moment the Futu corpse was swept down, it seemed to jump up. Before it jumped up, a long sword passed through its head!

The boy stepped on its ribs, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed it fiercely into its head. The long sword was sharp, and the boy continued to increase his strength, and quickly pierced it, firmly fixing it on the ground, unable to move.

"Junior Brother Wuzhi, be careful!"

Jiang Yu's original intention was to give the other party a hand before leaving to avoid accidents, and he was a little surprised to see that he had the upper hand.

But in this turmoil, she couldn't allow her to think too much about why this young man reacted so quickly and his eyesight was so precise. He shouted, like □□, and rushed to the sky to find the master.

"What are you doing running so fast?" The paper-tied boy's body kept growing, and he grabbed her hair all of a sudden, smiling sinisterly, "Little girl, lend us your body."

Jiang Yu's heart sank, and he shouted angrily: "You wait for the evil spirit to seek death!"

The Jiang family has slain demons for generations. As the No. 20 descendant of the Jiang family, although she is still young, she has learned a lot from her ears and eyes since she was a child.

Therefore, with this angry shout, the fear of being shocked by the strong energy in the voice was blown away!

The paper-tied boy was forced to retreat, but he wasn't annoyed. He laughed, and blood was dripping from his bright red lips.

Jiang Yu couldn't see clearly the situation of the paper-stuck boy. The furious shout just now was just a bluff. If he was discovered, it would not be so easy to get rid of.

Hurry up and go now!

"Look what this is? Little girl." The road ahead was stopped, and the paper-tied girl that Jiang Yu hadn't noticed appeared in front of her.

The paper-made girl was floating in the air. Under the dim and cold moonlight, the ink-painted facial features were profound and terrifying. What frightened Jiang Yu was not the image of the paper-made girl, but the person in its hands.

It holds a person in its hands.

The corpse of a girl without a head. The corpse was dressed in the costumes of her own disciples. It was obvious that she hadn't had time to change out of the relevant clothes after school, so she took a shower and changed clothes.

Isn't that... isn't that her body? !

Jiang Yu's face turned pale suddenly, and he lost his frame. At this moment, a huge conspiracy slowly took shape.

When she was researching decapitated regeneration this afternoon, she left a huge mistake.

That is, why is the severed head regeneration technique placed so eye-catching on the bookshelf?

For the safety of the new disciples, Qing Yunzong, a traditional cultivating sect, would definitely not put the decapitated regeneration technique in such an eye-catching place, so that the new disciples would notice it at a glance.

The only explanation was that someone wanted her to read the book and know that, in her character, she would learn to learn.

She was too happy at the time and didn't notice this, which led to the current situation.

After silently reciting two meditation formulas and forcing himself to calm down, Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and decided to abandon his body first, to save soldiers, save soldiers is the most important thing!

At this moment, the paper-made boy rushed towards him again, and Jiang Yu was so flustered that he didn't notice it for a while, but it slapped her into the hand of the paper-made girl.

The Futu corpse twisted and roared under the sharp sword. After all, Feng Changan was too weak to even enter the threshold of cultivating immortals.

The tiger's mouth was numb, the sharp sword was still stuck in the head of Futu's corpse, but Feng Chang'an had already been pushed back several meters by it, and hit the tree trunk with his head.

"Cough cough cough one by one"

Coughing up blood suddenly, Feng Changan supported the tree trunk and climbed up slowly, this body was too weak, just hitting it like this, his whole body was in torn pain.

The wet bark was sticking to the palm of his hand, sticky and thick, and the cold rainwater hit his face, Feng Changan was a little dizzy, and the buzzing in his head was louder.

He knows better than anyone else that a mortal can't escape from here no matter what, he is too weak.

The first half of his life was about to be glorious, but that was only the first half of his life, and now he has nothing.

The Futu corpse jumped up, with a sharp sword stuck in its head, it opened its rotten mouth and flew toward Chang'an.

Its momentum is very fierce, and it is obviously unconscious, but it gives people the illusion that it seems to be conscious.

Feng Chang'an supported the tree with his hands and tried to avoid the attack with his strength, but found that he had overestimated the true endurance of this body.

It was weaker than he had imagined, he had no strength at all, not even a little strength, and could only watch helplessly as the Futu corpse rushed towards him.

And the experienced people on the side were like a non-existent background board, silently watching everything in front of them, neither speaking nor doing anything, even the sound of the bell stopped.

When the green and white sharp claws were about to rip through the young man's chest, Fu Tu Zong let out a shout of excitement, but he didn't know where the young man got the courage to lie down on his side, just to avoid the attack.

Futu corpse's hand bones and sharp fingers pierced into the wood, it was pulled out suddenly, and the only five fingers spread like an eagle catching a chicken, pierced Feng Chang'an's heart.

Feng Changan panted heavily, and the cold rain turned him into a drowned chicken.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of cold rain, he finally had some strength, and he put his foot on the chest of the corpse of the Buddha, and quickly grasped the hilt of the sharp sword inserted in the head of the corpse of the Buddha with both hands.

Before this Buddha corpse died, it should have been a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He was unconscious, but he was very strong, and his desire for flesh and blood was more than half that of other ordinary Buddha corpses.

It pushed forward vigorously, even though the sharp sword had penetrated to the end, the hilt of the sword touched its brow bone.

Feng Chang'an held both hands on the hilt of the sword, and after the sword was completely submerged, his hands were exposed under the mouth of the Futu corpse.

The black eye sockets of the Futu corpse kept gushing out stinky pus, and the inside was covered with maggots, which followed its face and flowed into its wide-open mouth.

There is a long tongue full of rotten maggots in the mouth. There is a layer of fat maggots hooked on the surface of the long tongue. Some maggots have become pupae piled on the tongue coating, and some maggots have just been born and are scurrying around in the flesh and blood. Together, scurrying.

The owner of this tongue is desperately stretching out his tongue to lick Chang'an's hand, trying to take the opportunity to lick off a piece of fresh meat.

Feng Changan tried his best to move his hand back to avoid being licked, but no matter how he moved, the tongue was always only three centimeters away from him.

It was at this time that he would miss 081 terribly. If 081 was there, he would directly switch on the gate and discharge it.

"Crack bang one by one" there was a slight bone cracking sound not far away.

Could it be that the floating butcher corpse appeared again? !

Enduring the pain, Feng Chang'an struggled to look sideways, and was stunned with just one glance.

Rainwater flowed into his eyes from the hair that was scratched on his forehead. He couldn't help blinking, and then opened them again, eyes full of horror.

Jiang Yu didn't make it, and she had an extra body. For some reason, she stood where she was and let the paper-wrapped boy play with her.

The boy made of paper was floating in the air. He picked up her head and put it on her neck. If it was unstable, she picked it up again and put it down again.

Repeated several times, finally put it away, but put the head upside down.

Jiang Yu looked like a dead person, staring at the boy tied with paper, and rolled his lifeless and gloomy eyes.

The paper-tied boy laughed so sharply that Jiang Yu hugged his head with his hands, and turned his head 360 degrees!

At this moment, Jiang Yu turned his head and smiled at Feng Chang'an, looking at Feng Chang'an up and down with a gloomy smile like looking at an object.

Feng Changan felt hairy all over her body when she saw her, and was about to ask her what was going on, when he suddenly realized that there was a paper-tied girl missing.

With a twitch of his eyelids, Feng Changan subconsciously looked at Jiang Yu's feet, only to see that she was wearing a pair of sky blue moire boots, and she stood on tiptoe as if she had stepped on something on her heel.

This is……

Feng Chang'an's back was horrified, but this was not over yet, Jiang Yu walked towards him with the paper-made boy, but within a short while, he had already come to him.

The futu corpse smelled the smell of a living person, and instead of being attached to Feng Chang'an, he counterattacked Jiang Yu.

The weak Jiang Yu snorted coldly, and kicked the Futu corpse into the air. When the Futu corpse was about to fall to the ground, he grabbed its head with one hand, inserted his fingers, and dug out the sticky and pus-oozing brain.

The Futu Corpse struggled twice in pain, but did not move.

Jiang Yu dropped Futu's corpse, kicked it far away, and said mockingly, "You can't control yourself."

Feng Chang'an was already exhausted, he didn't see clearly what was happening in front of him, as soon as the pressure disappeared, he let go of the hilt of his sword and fell backwards.

Before he fell to the bottom, the pale paper boy strangled his neck, and his bright red lips raised at an exaggerated angle.

"Finally coming back to the human world, hahahahaha!"

"boom!"

Gongs and drums sounded, paper money flew, the sky and the earth suddenly rained and the wind rushed, and the apes screamed in the deep mountains and old forests.

"At one time, the Buddha was in the Trayali Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, in immeasurable worlds in the ten directions, all Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas, Mahasattvas, who could not speak or speak, all came to gather..."①

Yinfeng wore a robe and roared past. After the old Taoist stopped at the same place after reading a passage, he smiled and looked at Feng Changan, who was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe, and said:

"Let's go, let's go, I'm just waiting for you!"

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①Materials come from the Ksitigarbha Sutra

[Two paper dolls, happy to play with human heads, you twist it, I twist it, go home after twisting!

Jiang Yu: I'm such a miserable girl!

Feng Chang'an: What kind of Shura field is this! ! ! 】

PS: I made myself sick when I wrote the maggot part, hahahaha!

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