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

"No...didn't do anything..." Held in the arms of the young man, the young man's nostrils were filled with a cold fragrance, and his earlobes were a little red.

"I just slashed the statue with my sword."

Feng Chang'an looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to be the end of the world: "..." That's all?

The golden light washed away from the pawnshop, completely staining the clouds above the head, and wherever the eyes looked, the colors were bright and dazzling.

The dust fell on the spiritual power cover, and was bounced off again, covering the ground with thick dust.

"Thank you, Avalokitesvara, the little girl Kalan is willing to be an ox and a horse for you, and enshrine her soul to the spirit." A tiny vortex rolled up on the ground, and the naked eye could see that the dust was stained with blood, and bright red blood entangled from the ground, forming a figure .

The figure kowtowed to the pawnshop, then looked back at Feng Changan and the two.

The figure was none other than the female cultivator who was killed by Wang Bo. Her eyes sparkled and she reached out to stroke the broken hair on her forehead.

"You two, Empress Guanshiyin is merciful, let you go, let me go."

Yun Chang didn't look at him, and read with his heart: "Master..." As soon as the word Shi came out, he shut up immediately.

Feng Changan frowned: "Teacher what?"

"I bit my tongue, it's nothing." Yun Chang watched his face carefully, and grabbed his sleeve with his slender fingers, for fear that he would run away. "Have you ever seen a young man named Feng Wuzhi, he is not tall, he is quite thin, and he is wearing Qing Yunzong robes."

Feng Chang'an naturally wouldn't believe his tongue-biting nonsense, if you think about it with your heart, you will still bite your tongue, I'm afraid you are not a genius.

Thinking of this, Feng Changan didn't break it, and thought back: "He passed out, I have placed him properly, don't worry."

Open your eyes and talk nonsense, Feng Changan dares to say the second, no one dares to say the first.

Yun Chang said: "Thank you, Venerable."

"You're welcome." Feng Chang'an said.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" The female cultivator named Gan Lan looked straight at the two of them, opened her mouth and showed a weird smile, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

As if to echo her words, Wang Bo's screams resounded in the space where the wind was whistling.

Feng Chang'an's eyes followed the screams and landed on Kalan's waist. Kalan took off the glass bottle from his waist like crazy, and pointed at the struggling soul in the glass bottle with trembling fingers.

"Look, look quickly, Wang Bo's soul!" Gan Lan was mentally abnormal, raised her head mysteriously, and whispered like a thief, "Hey hey, I caught his soul, and Goddess Guanshiyin promised me that he would He's out of his wits, hehehe."

Cabbage shook for a while while talking, Wang Bo's screams were close to nothing,

Feng Chang'an only killed Wang Bo at that time, but did not strangle the soul of the other party, so that the other party could not enter the vicious act of reincarnation.

All this was clearly seen by Kalan attached to Wang Bo's shadow. When Jin Guang rushed out of the pawnshop, she took the opportunity to stuff Wang Bo's soul into the soul forging bottle.

Cabbage held the bottle and shook the soul in it vigorously. Hearing the screams, she smiled and said: "You kill me, you kick me into a blood mist, I shake you, shake you! Shake you out of your wits, watch you kick me!" Me, tell you to kick me!"

"My lord, why don't you go back and have a look." Yun Chang thought for a while, then suddenly said.

Feng Changan looked over the maddened cabbage and looked at the smashed pawnshop. Without the cover of the pawnshop, under the golden light, a dark tunnel appeared in front of him.

The golden light only illuminates one or two steps in the dark corridor, and the rest is black.

Feng Chang'an said: "Tell me the specific situation."

"Okay." Yun Chang pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "At that time, I entered the dark room with a few people, and the person named Wang Bo made a wish, and his strength increased dramatically. I will come once, and I have been prepared. So when Wang Bo attacked me, Jin Chan escaped from her shell and feigned death.

After everyone left, I saw that the already dead cabbage had turned into a ghost and came out along the dark corridor to seek Wang Bo's revenge.

I heard her whispering Wang Bo's name, so I knew that it was Wang Bo who was not looking for trouble with other people, so I didn't bother.

Then I started to pry the statue, because when those people left, I unconsciously looked at the backs of those people, showing a... well, a little weird smile.

So he pried the statue halfway, and before he finished prying it, the person who claimed to be the Elder Fu, the son of Qingyun Sect, came back and found my trail, and started fighting.

Finally, the statue spoke up and sent the man out. I thought it was because something happened outside.The statue didn't speak anymore after saying this, and I figured there was nothing good to do, so I split the statue, and it looked like this afterwards.

Speaking of which, after I split the statue, those who were unconscious seemed to become conscious, and their expressions were more flexible, but they can't be seen now. "

After finishing speaking in one breath, Yun Chang almost breathed out, motioned Feng Changan to look into the dark cave, then reached out to fetch the wine pot, just as his fingers touched, subconsciously looked up at Feng Changan.

Feng Chang'an stared at Anyong thoughtfully, and repeatedly looked at Kale and the entrance of Anyong.

Yun Chang withdrew his finger that touched the flagon, licked his chapped lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "What should we do now?"

"I heard from your friend named Feng Wuzhi that you are looking for someone?" Feng Chang'an said, "Since we have come this far, then... let's go to the end." With sharp eyes, he let go of Yun Chang and sacrificed Qing Ming.

Qingming has been broken, although its power has been halved, its strength should not be underestimated.

Holding the sword, Feng Chang'an walked a few steps forward steadily, pointed at the dark corridor, and said coldly: "Come out by yourself or should I invite you out?"

The surroundings are quiet, only the faint sound of wind blowing leaves.

"Don't come out, it's fine." The spiritual power around him fluctuated violently, and the broken Qingming sword echoed with a soft cry, Feng Chang'an put his index fingers together, and swiped on the Qingming sword, the broken tip of the sword was filled with transparent spiritual power.

Raising the wrist and raising the sword, the sword intent left neat and uniform sword marks on the loess, "Anyway, killing one is killing, killing a group is also killing, what does it matter if one sword cuts here?"

The wind is raging, and Qing Ming is about to destroy the village with a fierce sword.

"There is something to say." A compassionate voice sounded, "The benefactor is too angry, please calm down, ruining this place will not benefit you at all."

Feng Chang'an raised the cold winter frost and snow between his eyebrows, and sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost."

The Qingming sword slashed down, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains. With the dark corridor as the explosion point, it split forward, and a half-man-wide crack spread out on the ground covered with spider web gaps. At the same time, it was filled with golden light. The sky in the sky was also torn apart, and the light disappeared, returning to a dull and dull appearance.

"I'm very impatient. If you still care about this village, you'd better show up." Feng Chang'an's tea-brown eyes casually looked at the people pouring out of the dark tunnel one after another.

These people were the ones who worshiped the statue in the dark room. The statue was destroyed and the dark tunnel was hacked. They seemed to have sensed something, and they swam out of the dark room in groups, looking at the dark sky with dull expressions.

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