I'm afraid of myself

"Give the Dragon Ball to the people of the Demonic Dao to take away. Is this the judgment you made after careful consideration?"

Behind the dense forest, a Leng Baijun or something came out, and He Jinyang said without any surprise: "Sure enough, you are following me."

Leng Baijun's complexion is very bad. He is an orthodox immortal cultivator. When he meets Moxiu, it is either a fierce battle or ignoring each other. A monk like He Jinyang who can call Moxiu brothers and sisters is simply strange to him.

After concentrating his thoughts and suppressing the irritability in his heart, the Taoist priest with snowy eyes and deep brows said coldly: "Don't worry about the wind blowing west."

He Jinyang shook his head: "It should be said that you are not at ease."

These words are too meaningful, almost pointing directly at the biggest contradiction between Leng Baijun and Feng Chuixi and He Jinyang.

He Jinyang doesn't care about immortal cultivation and demon cultivation, as long as he can achieve his goal, he will use almost any means. Although there is a bottom line, it is not much different from the unshakable part of the heart of these two companions.

This conflict should have come later in his imagination, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and it seemed that his actions this time still ignited conflicts between them.

In the blink of an eye, with a lot of thoughts, He Jinyang tended to the Gu Huang Gu Yanzhen way of thinking at this time, which made it easy for him to find a suitable solution to the situation.

"Mr. Leng Bai, there are pros and cons to the word trust. It is my fault for not providing evidence that makes you willing to believe me."

He answered so bluntly that it made Mr. Leng Bai, who was not good at words, hesitate.

Leng Baijun: "You..." He looked at He Jinyang hesitantly, "What kind of intentions do you have?"

Many people have said this to He Jinyang, but no one has received a real explanation from the beginning to the end.

He Jinyang raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, knowing that his activities are used to follow the mood of the system, so it would be strange if he could be understood by others.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to bluff, the system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time suddenly cheated.

[System task: Go to Wuyi Mountain in Kyushu, get the big sun red rhino horn, progress 0. 】

He Jinyang changed his tone on the spot and said with a smile: "Do you mind accompanying me to Mount Wuyi in Kyushu?"

Mr. Leng Bai: "Huh?"

He Jinyang sighed quietly, and he could see the bewilderment in the other party's snowy eyes without looking.

Isn't there nothing he can do?

He thought that the system that he had forgotten about showed a sense of existence again, and he could never pretend that it did not exist.

"I said, Mr. Leng Bai, you must be full of doubts about me." He Jinyang said.

When there is a real goal ahead, all other thoughts can be pushed back, including the conflict between Feng Chuixi and Leng Baijun and himself.

With the coldness of a modern philistine, he thought about it in his heart.

Leng Baijun, who knew nothing about it, nodded without hesitation, and agreed with his statement.

He Jinyang smiled and said: "My origin, my past, did you think about my possible 'experience' when you were looking for the book that recorded my 'life experience'?"

Although book-worn people are very nonsense, it is an excuse he gave them. It is his fault to treat others dishonestly, but what can be done?

It's just involuntary.

Knowing that a mortal himself is out of place in this world of cultivating immortals, He Jinyang just tried his best to protect himself.

Greed for life and fear of death, nothing more.

But at this moment, Mr. Leng Bai hesitated for a while, until his desolate expression was covered with anxiety, and then he said something that shocked He Jinyang.

"Are you angry?"

Did we make a mistake in finding that Xiuxian script?

Realizing this, he hurriedly wanted to explain, but He Jinyang's straightforward denial still made him look confused.

"No," He Jinyang replied without the slightest hesitation. Only then did he think of waving the fan in his hand, bringing out a three-point romance out of thin air.

He used to be a Gu emperor, but he was not evil, and often he was like a romantic, talented, and handsome scholar. At this time, He Jinyang, who was possessed by him, seemed to have the charm of a refined scholar, with his own grace in the charm.

He Jinyang was surprised that the other party paid attention to his own mood first, and then reflected, isn't it normal for Mr. Leng Bai to treat himself as a friend?

So much thought has gone into it!

Pressing his temples, he understood for the first time the disadvantages of being possessed by spirits, and at this moment, Gu Yan was actually more suspicious than he thought.

Although I would not pry too much into the memories of the possessed soul just in case, but my temperament would inevitably be biased by these immortals who have gone through thousands of years.

Just like what I worried about at the beginning, am I still me after shifting my temperament?

I hope that I am still myself, but I am afraid... that I will no longer be myself.

not good...wait...

He Jinyang's eyes darkened, and he couldn't stand up for several times. Gu Yanzhen's clothes were faintly visible on his body, disappeared several times, and became real several times. Leng Baijun's worried cry came from his ears, and he gradually couldn't care about it.

What's the matter……

Looking at the fallen He Jinyang, Leng Baijun's eyes flashed with shock and anger.

Who made a move under his protection?

It was extremely normal, he pinned the blame for He Jinyang's fainting on the Moxiu who had just left, then picked up He Jinyang and left in the air.

Feng Chuixi, who was hiding in the room drinking, had just put a sip of wine into his mouth when the door was shaken open.

The white-haired and snow-browed Leng Baijun in Taoist clothes with crane patterns occupied Feng Chuixi's sight with an extremely cold and angry attitude, and successfully made him choke.

"What's going on here?"

Reluctantly swallowing the drink, looking at Mr. Leng Bai, Feng Chuixi said that he was super innocent, and of course the door of his own room was even more innocent.

The trace of frowning between Leng Baijun's brows did not disappear, he swung his sleeves to close the door, blocking the gaze from outside.

Seeing this, Feng Chuixi teased: "Good color, good face, it's so attractive to come to the Southern Region!"

These words are not in vain, although Mr. Leng Bai's eyes in Zhongzhou are different from ordinary people due to the influence of spiritual roots, but because of this, there is an unusual beauty, he should be a person of the nine heavens, and sooner or later he will escape into the fairy world .

For this reason, the Remonstrance Sect accepted disciples early, and did not hesitate to snatch them from the Leng family who was sheltered by Baihu, which shows his talent and specialness.

But that's not the point. The point is that the Leng family had found a fiancée for Mr. Leng Bai in the early years, but the difficulty was the same as his hair color.

I have black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, how can I accept you with white hair, white eyes and fair skin.

Aesthetically, it was more difficult, and the few that were finally found were also frozen away by Leng Baijun's superficially cold temper.

During that period of time, Feng Chuixi watched how his little friend ran away and burned the house, and he was always overjoyed.

But even if he is so disliked, it can't be said that Leng Baijun is not good. For example, when he comes to the Southern Region, there are two or three times more people who appreciate his beauty than Zhongzhou.

When we walked together before, we still couldn’t tell, but this time the two of them walked together, and I often left one of them behind, and when I came back a few days later, I heard————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— inn Woolen cloth!

puff.

LOL.

The people around him admired his ascetic and cold demeanor, and some people blatantly said that they loved Leng Baijun's ruthless eyes.

Feng Chuixi recalled Leng Baijun's gloomy face at that time, and couldn't help turning his head to block the distorted expression.

Haha, you can't let Mr. Leng Bai know that you are slandering him.

Although I thought so much, in fact, within a few minutes, even the movement of the wind blowing west and turning his head to cover his face was very abrupt, but Leng Baijun is not a troublesome person, and secondly, he has more important things, so he simply ignored them. The little friend's strange words and deeds, flicking his sleeves on the bed, a handsome handsome man who passed out appeared in the room out of thin air.

He Jinyang closed his eyes tightly, as if suffering some kind of pain, his brows were tangled in one place.

Feng Chuixi immediately put away his nonchalant expression, and came to him to check, ignoring the strange attire of the other party, and finally frowned.

Only then did Mr. Leng Bai speak: "You have noticed it too."

"Well," Feng Chuixi nodded, surprised at He Jinyang's current situation, and said, "Jinghai Ninth Rank, is this his true cultivation?"

His eyes stayed on the person who couldn't rest in his sleep for a moment, and the restlessness in Leng Baijun's heart gradually disappeared.

"Wind blowing west, He Jinyang left it to you."

After the wind blew west, he looked at someone who turned around and left in surprise and shouted, "Where are you going?"

Leng Baijun said without turning his head: "Revenge."

"ah?"

The door blocked by the spell opened and closed, Feng Biaoxi blinked his eyes, then looked at He Jinyang, and helplessly raised his forehead.

"Ah, what the hell is going on?"

Is there no one to explain it to me?

But at this time, all he thought was that the person who harmed He Jinyang was the Leng Baijun of the group of demon cultivators, and when he left the door, he flew into the sky over the South China Sea with a vicious expression on his face.

Scanning his eyes, his eyes stayed on the building floating on the sea under his feet.

This is the closest one of the 38 strongholds in the South China Sea of ​​the Mo Dao to their island. No matter where the group of demon cultivators who murdered He Jinyang come from, they must stay here for a while.

All kinds of skeletons are engraved on the outside of the overall dark palace, and the terrifying aura of prey can be felt from far away. The cold chill spreads its teeth and claws in all directions, which is the most standard appearance of a magic palace.

Leng Baijun raised his hand expressionlessly, opened the sword case with the Gu Luo sword on his back, and swiped the sword to the right with his fingers together.

"boom--"

The South China Sea was noisy that day.

Moxiu, who has been obsessed with pleasure for many years, did not expect that misfortune from the sky is not just a common saying.

In the sea of ​​flying swords that covered the sky and the sun, the man in the Qingjun Taoist uniform was particularly conspicuous.

Crane pattern, white hair, the most obvious sign, the Great Elder of the Remonstrance Sect.

"Mr. Leng Bai!"

Before anyone could yell out, a clear hatred flowed in the snowy eyes.

"Luo Yu Da Tian."

Leng Baijun's indifferent voice resounded through the audience.

The moves that had become famous in the battle between Zheng and Demon were completed in the blink of an eye.

The spiritual swords continuously differentiated from the Gu Luo sword quickly covered the sky in the South China Sea. Countless enemies pointed at by the sword seemed to be watched by steel eyes.

The sword rain is like a waterfall, and the sword light is like a rainbow.

The sound of dense flying swords piercing the air brought the sound of death, and an overwhelming killing spree was launched on the blue sea.

Even if it is not as good as the main body's Gu Luo Sword, it is still a high-grade spirit treasure that the outside world can't wait for.

These demon cultivators who are eating and waiting to die have long been the lowest part of the demonic way, otherwise they would not have no power of their own. Facing such an offensive, they could not even counterattack, and all lost their lives in panic.

The "one" sword slaughtered thousands of people, and the Leng Baijun who was most afraid of group battles did not change his face and lowered his flying altitude. The spirits around him who had never restrained their sharpness surrounded him like a giant python ready to go, as he got closer and closer to destruction The stronghold of the magic way is strictly guarded.

When he descended to a certain height, the demon stronghold that was full of ghostly aura just now had only remnants and broken walls, and the layout inside could not be seen clearly. Many demon corpses were lying messily under the broken buildings, their bodies The blood inside slowly flowed out...

The mainstay of integrity who suppressed more than [-] demon cultivators naturally didn't care about the casualties. He glanced coldly at the faces of these people and let out a reluctant "tch" when he was sure that the group of people he had seen last night were not there.

Leng Baijun: "Are you late?"

Immediately, his feet soared into the sky, and the power of the Gu Luo sword was once again displayed, accompanied by the sound of the demonic stronghold falling apart, Leng Baijun flew farther and farther.

The floating palace, which was the size of a small island, disintegrated on the surface of the sea, and the momentum of the collapse of the building could be felt from a long distance. Many stones were smashed into the water and sank to the bottom of the sea, and the corpses attracted sea beasts from the depths of the ocean to swim here. Foraging, experienced fishermen nearby know that it is best not to go to sea for a while, and at the same time warn those young people who have never been to sea.

Compared with the monks, they are too weak, and they are not the enemies of those sea beasts at all.

At the same time, Mr. Leng Bai's name once again resounded throughout the land because of his actions to exterminate demons in the southern region, but this time, he received not only friendly but also many malicious, hostile or unclear eyes.

Feng Chuixi closed the window, felt the breath of death coming from a distance through the wind, he turned his head unhappy and said: "You have been demon-cultivated?"

With a look of turning a blind eye to the changes in He Jinyang, He Jinyang looked at it and replied guiltily: "This is all a misunderstanding."