Is the sick beauty master washed white? [Transmigration Book]

No one thought that there would be a disciple's sword stabbing his master when everyone was gathered.

To be precise, it is stabbing.

Lu Tingqin leaned back.The scene in the eyes is split like a slow motion.

The slowly upward arc of Chongshuang's lips, the gradually burning hatred in the pupils, the sword that cut open the palm, the splashed and absorbed blood, and the glaring red talisman suddenly lit up.Under the boost of the rune, a disciple with mediocre aptitude turned into a divine weapon. With an indomitable momentum, he broke away from his master and flew straight towards him——

Under the lightning and flint, he couldn't control his body, he could only lean back in time, his consciousness ran wild, thinking of the pattern of the rune he had seen in a certain messy book last night when he was flipping through the book.Think of a word that should be matched at this moment.

At that time, the sword was only [-] centimeter away from my throat.

Ding--

The sword of vengeance, stained with heavy frost and blood, cut through the outer shirt and stabbed in the middle of the road to listen to the piano.The sword's edge collided with the jade tablet on his chest, making a crisp sound, the sound gradually weakened, and finally fell to the ground.The sword intent didn't stop at all, piercing through his heart like lightning.

"Hmm." Lu Tingqin shook immediately, barely supporting the ground with her hands.A strong bloody smell gushed out of his throat, and he felt his body being stabbed right through.

The familiar pain burst out of my heart in an instant.Under the difference in realm, Chongshuang's sword intent did not cause fatal damage, and the devilish energy hidden in this body exploded suddenly like a frying pan meeting water.

Last night, the jade tablet whose radiance soared and suppressed the demon energy at that moment was quietly sitting on Lu Tingqin's chest, with a layer of faint light flowing on the surface, showing no tendency to respond at all.

Is there such a cold stop? Didn’t it still work last night!

Lu Tingqin's eyes lost their luster.

Very well, he's done.

In the original book, Lu Xianzun flew away from the mountain when the sword energy just struck.Facing the senior brothers and disciples who were chasing after him, he took the initiative to crush the jade card that could suppress the pollution of demon energy, and chose to fall into the demon.After being possessed, one loses all rationality, abandons one's past and feelings, and sinks into pure killing and destruction.

Now, also without the suppression of the jade card, a purple-black mist broke through the host's body, condensed into a vague and treacherous giant beast, and let out a roar that shook the sky and the earth.Countless voices interweave, drill into Lu's consciousness of listening to the piano, erode his every second of thinking, arouse and amplify countless negative emotions.

'Kill him...kill them...watch...hate...'

People who used to be just bored, now feel deep-rooted hatred; things that used to be unacceptable, now want to be destroyed to the point of leaving only dross.The voices guided, wailed, howled sharply:

'Why...why...the world is unfair...'

Chongshuang covered his bleeding palm, made an expression of disbelief, and stepped back step by step.

Ji He, who had just walked to the podium, suddenly turned his head and was furious when he saw this.With one hand of Qingyun Jue, he led the clouds down, and the clouds and mist were entwined, firmly wrapping around Lu Tingqin's figure.

Under the stage, the disciples were in a mess, screaming, drawing out their swords, gazing angrily, chattering one after another, unable to distinguish who they were, shouting:

"It's the devil's energy, Falling Moon Immortal Venerable has fallen into the devil!"

"Looking so dignified, it's actually such a filthy thing, bah."

"I've always said that he never cared about us, and even hid Senior Brother Chongshuang. Everyone was deceived by his appearance."

"The scum of the immortal sect is not worthy of being the master of a peak. The reputation of the Xuanqing sect is about to end, and the first master still doesn't care?"

The one after another discussion penetrated into Ji He's consciousness, his forehead was bruised, and he said violently: "Shut up! Third child, take them all back. What are you doing, Ye Wanggui! I cleared the scene, you Help him!"

With Ji He's hands together, when he was standing in the mountains, he was the master of all the wind and clouds.Numerous disciples were wrapped in air currents and forced to walk away from the questioning platform.The well-dressed young man on the altar, the eldest son of Xuanqingmen jumped up and walked quickly to Ji He's side.

"You send it. I will see a doctor and stay." He said concisely.

The third son of Xuanqing sect, whose surname is Li San, is in charge of the Valley of Pharmacists among the three peaks and one valley.When the master picked him up, he gave himself this name.He doesn't talk much on weekdays, has a strong body, and has a bit of exotic style. He is very popular with the grandmothers in the nearby villages.

Facing the chaos, Li San's lips murmured, wanting to ask something.Ji He had already snorted angrily, counted his disciples, and drove them down the mountain one by one.

Li San: "..."

Why, every time, do not listen to the end?

Beside Lu Tingqin, Ye Wanggui, the first under Xuanqing's sect, drew his sword.

Ye Wanggui faded away from his usual cynical look, and in his pair of flying peach eyes, he suppressed a look of hating iron for not being able to make steel.

Holding the sword in his left hand, he pointed motionlessly at his youngest junior who also refused to contact anyone.The right hand forms a fist, attracting spiritual energy to form a rope.

The black mist rose violently, and the wind gusts gusted in the places where it passed, and the vegetation withered.Ye Wanggui's power-infused spiritual rope flew up into the sky, intertwined into a net, wrapped the monster formed by the mist, and shone with light, crushed and chopped to pieces.

Lu Tingqin trembled violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ye Wanggui's spiritual rope dispelled the rest of the black mist in the air, turned downwards, and bound him tightly.

A cold feeling penetrated from Lu Tingqin's skin to the bone marrow.The chaotic whispers in his mind finally stopped, gaining a moment of peace.

Instead of the jade token, Ye Wanggui's spiritual power washed away the demonic energy in his chest wave after wave.His spiritual power is like the eternal white snow on a high mountain, and he confronts the black mist that is eager to seep through his body with a tenacious and long-lasting posture.Lu Tingqin's body seemed to be torn apart, every inch of skin was bleeding.The body is icy cold, and the internal organs are burning.

Chongshuang faced Ye Wanggui and knelt down on the ground, his voice broken.

"My lord. Disciple... I used the exorcism sword that you taught me just now. After I learned it, I thought, I would like to ask Master to guide me. After driving it, suddenly... this is..."

Ye Wanggui held the sword, the tip of the sword drooping slightly, pointing to the ground in front of Lu Tingqin.

"Exorcism swordsmanship, using amulets to enter the sword, powered by blood, can't be broken without standing. The sword body will absorb the blood essence, and rush towards the demon by itself, a thunderous blow."

"This is the last resort in the bitter battle. If you don't find the target, the sword body will return to the Master Eater. Chongshuang, you didn't learn the consequences, and you used it hastily. It's too rash. Go back to the Siguo Pavilion to receive the punishment."

Heavy frost should be, knee line back.

"...Fifth Junior Brother. Do you think it's okay for me to punish your apprentice like this?"

Don't want you to think, let me think.Can you lock up Hei Lianhua first, and give me a chance to think of a way to find a way out to clean up my crimes.

Lu Tingqin swallowed a mouthful of blood, and just about to speak, Ye Wanggui's spiritual energy was turbulent, and black mist surged up.Lu Tingqin felt his throat was burning, so he hurriedly concentrated his mind to fight against the bewitching mist.

At this juncture, the jade card is invalid, and he relies on Ye Wanggui's great spiritual power to suppress the pollution of the demonic energy.He doesn't want to fall into the devil, what's the difference between losing his mind and being dead?

"By the way, you shouldn't, you don't know what the Siguo Pavilion is. After all, you don't care about the apprentices at all, and you don't even know if they are dead or alive." Ye Wanggui sneered.He looked at the black mist billowing on Lu Tingqin's chest with disgust, and tightened his hands, and the spiritual power binding Lu Tingqin's body tightened immediately.

"Lu Tingqin, tell me, how did you become infected with demonic energy when you were bored in the mountains all day and pretended to be dead?"

"You and I have been ruined by this thing, why did you get involved again?"

"Master protects and pampers you. Whatever book you want, he spends time finding it for you. So you will repay him with this?"

Ye Wanggui avoids the edge of the sword, and uses the side of the sword to push Lu Tingqin's hand covering his heart, revealing the broken clothes and the jade plaque on the inside and outside.

He asked again and again, one more serious than the other.Following the master's gradually agitated mood, the sword glowed coldly.

"You put his trust on the things he swore to expel in his life?"

"If your apprentice didn't make it out by mistake today, what do you want to degenerate into a god of death any day, destroy this mountain, and destroy everything he has put in so hard?"

"say something!"

"Cough... Master, brother..." Big drops of cold sweat rolled down Lu Tingqin's forehead.

This senior brother was too soft, almost ignored.Ye Wanggui has mixed flavors.How long has it been?From the last time Lu Tingqin called him.

Lu Tingqin couldn't see anything clearly in front of her eyes, and her ears weren't very good. She just felt that Ye Wanggui was babbling a lot, but she didn't know what to say.

Brother...why haven't you... suppressed it?

Compared with the jade card, your professional level is not very good...

In consciousness, the magic voice was whispering, roaring and furious.He was shivering from the cold, his meridians were congested in pain, his internal organs were tangled up, his mind was buzzing, and the world was spinning.

Suddenly, his mind relaxed and he couldn't control his mind.

All the noise disappeared, the cold and pain in the body also disappeared, and everything became easy and slow.What thoughts are constantly rolling in the white world.Let go, let go of yourself, let go of your resistance, let go.Just disappear like this, consciousness also disappears, everything is happy.

"Let go..." he murmured.

"Lu Tingqin, what did you say?"

"release……"

No, I can't loosen it, I can still think...it's okay, save it...

Lu Tingqin struggled to regain consciousness.

Chongshuang lowered her head, maintaining a kneeling posture, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

He won the bet.

Originally, he was worried that Lu Tingqing would pretend to be infected by a monster to gain sympathy and continue to stay at the mountain gate to torture himself.But now, as long as he has the slightest thought of completely falling into the devil, the first Ye Wanggui will definitely cut off the potential threat of the mountain gate.

So many humiliating days and nights of lying on the cold table and being cut by a knife... I really want to let this hypocrite feel the feeling of being treated like a livestock and a dead thing.

Ye Wanggui looked deeply at Lu Tingqin.

Lu Tingqin's complexion was disastrous, and her dull eyes were stained with persistence.

"Are you serious?" Ye Wanggui slowly raised his sword.

With this lift, the situation changed.The mountain wind howled, the herbs whimpered, and with the sword as the center, a cold light suddenly appeared, condensing an increasingly stronger vortex.

The first Ye Wanggui, besides the patriarch, is the most famous figure in Xuanqingmen.The girls at the foot of the mountain relished his smile, and made up countless poems for one of his glances.In the mountains and the sea, there are shadows of evil creatures, only remember his sword, named Mingxuan.

With one sword out, all evils will be subdued.

"Fifth Junior Brother." Ye Wanggui's previous questioning anger was covered up, his voice was cold, and his sword hand was very steady.

"The person who fell into the devil loses his heart, which is a disaster. I respect your wish and let go of the spirit rope. If you are completely enchanted, don't blame the brother here... to clean up the door."

Lu Tingqin:?

He finally struggled to regain his senses, what did he hear?

Don't, 360-degree magic sound ear piercing enhances Buff's mental and physical attacks. I haven't given up yet, am I about to give up?

Lu Tingqin couldn't hold on for a while, and coughed up big mouthfuls of blood, feeling sad from it.

The original body tossed the apprentice and fell into the devil secretly.Ye Wanggui probably didn't believe him at first.No matter what he explains, he will be beaten to the level of harboring evil intentions.

Thin cold sweat slid down Lu Tingqin's forehead and fell to the ground.He tried his best to gather his spirit, tried to mobilize the power in his body, and prepared for the moment when Ye Wanggui withdrew his spiritual power and fell into darkness.

A hand stretched out, it was the third senior brother, Li San.

The deep-faced man with calm eyebrows and a thoughtful look, stood in front of Ye Wanggui's sword and knelt down.With the fingertips dyed blue from dealing with medicinal herbs all the year round, he picked up the jade tablet hanging from Lu Tingqin's chest.

On the altar a little farther away, Zhongshuang, who was waiting patiently, noticed something strange and raised her head suddenly.

Beyond the mountain peak, there was a sound of piercing through the sky, and Ji He, the master of Feiyun Peak, came with his sword.He looked down at the crowd, his face was full of overflowing anger, and before he landed, his aura swept over the wind and clouds, rolling towards him.

Like a hen guarding its calf.