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

"The deity would rather be the one in power. How can people like you understand the lives of people at the bottom?"

A golden face floated out of his head, and came to Feng Chang'an, saying, "You must not understand, people at the bottom are bullied, and have nowhere to redress their grievances; Can see the end; people at the bottom have no chance to get rich, and marry wives are all unwanted by others, so they can only nest under the rainy roof and dream, and have it in their dreams."

"If you say so much, can you wash away the fact that you are life and death?" Feng Chang'an was unmoved, and split the golden face in front of him with a sharp sword in his hand.

The golden face was split in half, quickly closed, and appeared behind Yun Chang, saying: "I will give them what they want, and exchange them equally. What are you talking about?"

Yun Chang turned around quickly, raised his sword and fell, splitting the golden face in half again.

"You are so excited." The golden face closed again, floating in the air, looking down at Feng Changan and the two, said, "There is no enmity between us, we can sit down and have a good talk, maybe we can talk together. "

"There's nothing to talk about." Feng Chang'an was very clear about what the other party said, and talked about it after doing it.

If you are a fledgling monk, you will definitely be confused by its not only non-resisting but also good-natured attitude. You will sit down and "have a good talk", but you don't know that you are in a predicament. Once you sit down and talk, you will die.

"There's a lot to talk about, as long as you want, there's nothing you can't talk about."

"Since you want to talk, I don't want to take your face off. Just ask a question, why do other people in Guojia Village look like this? Ghosts are not like ghosts, and they have no sense."

Previously in Guojiazhuang, Feng Chang'an deliberately recorded the faces of some villagers, and now they are exactly the same as those screaming souls on the gold-cast heads.

"They." The golden face calmly said, "Too greedy, wanting everything, first it was all kinds of precious items, then it was hands, and in the end, even the soul was exchanged for the deity.

All the deities said, the human heart is really greedy, a hole that cannot be filled. "

"You said that people's hearts are holes that can't be filled. Don't forget that you are the mastermind behind it." Feng Changan continued to perfunctory the golden face on the surface, and a set of swordsmanship that could be used with his current cultivation had already appeared in his mind.

The sword in his hand followed the swordplay in his mind, and when the golden face floated towards him, he dropped the sword!

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the golden face was knocked back into the golden statue before Feng Changan got close to it.

Floating out of the golden statue again, the golden face was a little distorted, "Aren't you an ant in the Qi training period?"

"What do you think?" The slender sword walked around Jianxiu, pointing at the golden face cleanly, Feng Chang'an said coldly, "Stop playing tricks, get out!"

"The deity is right in front of you." The golden face said, "What else do you want?"

"Really?" The corners of Feng Chang'an's mouth raised slightly, and in the next second, his figure was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen, appearing in front of the golden face in an instant.

The golden face backed away immediately, not realizing that Yun Chang was behind it, and the moment it backed up, it was crushed by the sharp sword!

The golden face shattered by the sharp sword gathered into a golden light spot, and crashed into the golden statue with only one body left. After confirming that the golden statue formed a world of its own, Feng Changan immediately chased after it.

Yun Chang's eyelids twitched, with an ominous premonition, he stepped into the golden statue in two steps and followed closely behind.

Entering the golden statue, what caught the eye was the sticky blood. Feng Changan was chasing the golden light. He was fast and used treacherous footwork, forcing the golden light to self-destruct and reveal its original body.

The original body, as seen in Guojiazhuang, has the appearance of Avalokitesvara with Thousand Arms and Thousand Eyes, with a magic weapon in his hand.

"The deity has already said before, you and I have no grievances or enmity, we can sit down and have a good talk, why do we have to make the relationship so bad?"

Feng Changan looked at the Avalokitesvara in front of him, weighed his own abilities, and realized that he was at a disadvantage.

Uncertainly driving the Qingming sword in his body, Feng Chang'an planned to call Shang Yunchang together. Feng Chang'an didn't go into details about Yun Chang's cultivation level, but he thought it wouldn't be bad.

If they join forces, they can also draw with the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara.

However, Feng Changan, who had calculated long ago, forgot to include the accident, or he underestimated the ability of Avalokitesvara to create illusions, which put him in danger.

"Speaking is better than singing." Feng Changan didn't want to talk to it too much, he just wanted to make a quick decision, and the sword in his hand drove straight in, trying to break the body of Avalokitesvara.

One of Avalokitesvara's hands stretched forward, grasping the sharp sword.

"You're too weak." It mocked.

"Really?" Feng Chang'an drew his sword back quickly, but before the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara could withdraw his hand, it was cut off directly, leaving only a bloody half palm.

"You are really suitable for lying down." The kindness on the face of Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands disappeared, twisting like the evil spirit in the Temple of Yama, attacking with thousands of hands at the same time.

Feng Chang'an's swordsmanship is amazing, coupled with his body and footwork, he forcibly cut off dozens of golden hands.

As soon as the golden hand landed, a golden light erupted, and after the golden light erupted, more than a dozen hands returned to their original appearance, big and small, men's, women's, and old people's, all marinated in the sticky blood.

After all, Feng Chang'an was just practicing Qi, and his spiritual power was quickly exhausted. After avoiding the golden hand attacking from behind, he flipped, jumped a few meters away, and quickly knocked two Yuanling Pills to replenish the spiritual power in his body.

Yun Chang, why haven't you come yet?

Feng Chang'an half-supported his sword, panting violently.

Seeming to see through Feng Changan's thoughts, Avalokitesvara stroked the arm that had been cut off and turned into gold with her intact hand, and said, "Don't worry, he won't come, he is having a good dream.

As for you, it's time to have a good dream.This deity has played enough with you. "

A golden gear appeared in the godless eyes of Avalokitesvara, and it bewitched: "Look at my eyes, come, look at my eyes..."

Yun Chang was recruited?

This thought just flashed through Feng Chang'an's mind, uncontrollably, he raised his head and met the eyes of Avalokitesvara with golden gears turning.

"Yes, very good, look into my eyes, go to sleep, there is everything in the dream..."

Feng Chang'an's consciousness was in confusion, he could only follow the voice, and when he got to the end, his eyes went dark, he lost all consciousness, and fell into darkness.

"It's just an ant in the Qi training period who cut off dozens of hands of this deity. It's really amazing." The golden gear disappeared from the eyes of Thousand Hands Avalokitesvara, and he snorted coldly.

Seeing that Feng Chang'an had fallen, Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara closed her two normal hands, stretched her arms, and ran towards Feng Chang'an. Just bite the wrist.

"Men left and women right, I should take one of your hands, but you really deserve to die, so I took two." Avalokitesvara showed a greedy expression on his face, "It's just time for a new hand, and it came just in time."

"Meow!" The black cat let out a scream, and the boy who had already fainted suddenly woke up, and cut off the necks of the two black cats in a posture that could not cover his ears.

"You want to take my hand, have you asked me?" Yun Changan clenched his sharp sword tightly, his figure was as fast as a ghost, and pierced his head with a sword from behind Avalokitesvara!

"The vitality is really tenacious." Withdrawing the two broken hands, Avalokitesvara stepped back step by step.

A sharp sword pierced through the center of its eyebrows, and the thick and smelly blood dripped down from the center of the eyebrows with some gold powder, which still looked very ferocious.

"You want to kill the deity, have you asked the deity again?" Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara grinned, turned her head quickly, and threw her dense hands straight at Feng Changan, intending to tear Feng Changan into pieces.

Feng Chang'an knew that his strength was too different from him, so he should not confront him head-on, so he immediately used body skills to avoid the dense attacks.

But this time, obviously annoying the other party, there was no gap at all.

Seeing that the top of his head was covered by his hands, Feng Changan calmed down and calmly summoned the Qingming Sword.

The Qingming sword combined with the sword technique that can cultivate Qi to the maximum effect, cut a hole in the impenetrable hand, and Feng Changan took the opportunity to escape the encirclement.

What kind of monster is this? Why is it getting more and more powerful? !

Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara cursed secretly in her heart, and immediately chased after him without any effort.

The blood was sticky, Feng Changan jumped on the surface, ran back hundreds of meters, finally saw Yun Chang, he hugged his head in pain and knelt in the blood.

"Yun Chang, wake up, it's an illusion!" Feng Chang'an recited the Qingxin Jue and tapped it on Yun Chang's forehead.

The Qingxin Jue can help people quickly identify the difference between illusion and reality, unless they get too deep, they can easily get out of the illusion.

The Qingxin Jue tapped on Yunchang didn't have any effect, Yunchang's expression became more painful, and the veins on the back of his white hands bulged.

"I can only go out first." Feng Chang'an gave up his pure heart and decided to understand that Yun Chang was in too deep, and was about to help Yun Chang to retreat, when dozens of black cats rushed from the side.

Feng Chang'an nimbly dodged it, and at the same time pierced the head of the most ferocious black cat with his sword, playing the role of killing chickens and monkeys.

As expected, the other black cats were restrained, and they circled around Feng Chang'an, but they didn't come any closer.

"Run, run!" Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara came over without any haste, her distorted face returned to kindness, "Stay with me, geniuses like you, I welcome you very much."

"Yes." Feng Chang'an said.

Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara did not change his face: "What the hell are you thinking?" As he said, his hand had already grabbed Feng Chang'an's neck, tightening it tighter and tighter, "I advise you not to waste your energy in useless struggle."

The air was fierce, and the Qingming sword hidden in the air reappeared, cutting off the hand that was holding Feng Chang'an's neck.

Feng Chang'an took advantage of the momentum to help Yun Chang who was in trouble, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Is the struggle useless, you can try it. See if you win or both lose in the end."

"As you wish." Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara's hands quickly formed seals, and thousands of phantom palms were condensed, layer upon layer, sweeping like waves.

The Qing Ming Sword blew softly, and fell into Feng Chang'an's hands like a meteor.

Sword repair, enter the Tao with the sword, the heart of the Tao, the meaning of the sword.

The so-called sword intent is the core of swordsmanship. Those seemingly gorgeous sword moves, without sword intent, are nothing but empty air, vulnerable to a single blow.

I rehearsed the most simple and easy-to-use swordsmanship in my heart, and an ice-blue light flashed in Feng Chang'an, slowly raised the Qingming sword in my hand, and slashed forward.

The blade of Qing Mingjian trembled slightly, and an ice-blue dragon shadow sprang out from the blade, roaring and tearing apart the sea-like palms, not reconciled to the tearing, roaring all the way to tear Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara into pieces.

Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara did not expect that the ant in front of him would have such a powerful force. After taking two steps back, he let out a low drink, and wrapped his arms around Long Ying when he rushed in front of him.

Long Ying uttered an unwilling dragon cry, and was crushed by his arm!

The sword intent was broken, and Feng Chang'an was bitten back, spewing blood.

Feng Changan's sword intent is not the real sword intent. His cultivation base is too low, and he can barely condense the embryonic form of the sword intent. Once broken, he will suffer backlash.

"You are very strong, beyond the deity's understanding of the qi training period, but that's it." Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara's tone was a little appreciative, but that was all.

It reached out to understand Feng Chang'an, but unexpectedly, this ant still had the power to resist, and it was another sword intent.

This sword intent was much weaker than the previous one, not even a prototype. Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara smiled contemptuously and tore it apart easily.

Feng Chang'an spat out blood, and was unable to stand still due to the backlash. Holding the sword, he half-kneeled on the ground, hanging his head and panting.

Yun Chang had been thrown to the ground by Feng Chang'an a long time ago, and he didn't know what he had experienced in the illusion. His expression became more and more painful, and he curled up involuntarily, trembling all over.

Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara casually looked at the scene in front of him, sneered, and struck again.

Two golden hands stretched out in front of Feng Chang'an, twisted off Feng Chang'an's arm, and was about to cut off the opponent's neck, but the opponent suddenly jumped up and cut off his hand with a sword.

Why can you still resist? Shouldn't you be disheartened and die peacefully?

Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara was slightly stunned. It had seen countless people, ranging from the so-called proud sons of heaven to the downcasts who could not ascend to immortality, but there had never been a single person like Feng Chang'an.