Born to be King [Quick Transmigration]

There was a strange fluctuation expanding in the crowd, mixed with a morbid and distorted force, Lu Zhiling turned his head around, his pupils rippled, and said in a flat tone: "Teng Snake."

"You cooperated with Soaring Snake? Why?" The aura lingering in the fainted crowd was cold and gloomy, and it could be clearly distinguished from Yinglong's violent aura.

And the strange blue color that caught Lu Zhiling's eyes made him judge the source of this power as the "dead" Soaring Snake.

Why?Ying Long raised his eyelids lazily, looking at the apprentice he raised when he was bored.

——The formation left by Soaring Snake "before death" is a formation that can transform any living person contaminated with the breath of the demon world into a ferocious beast.

It is said that using this as a medium can draw out the rest of the beasts that have lost their whereabouts.

How could Ying Long not know that this medium can also bring back the "dead" Teng Snake.The Soaring Snake can return at any time by capturing the person who has transformed into a beast.

After all, he just wanted to take advantage of Ying Long, which really made Ying Long unhappy——

But why did he still follow Teng Snake's idea?

Ying Long grinned, revealing the fangs that humans cannot grow: "I don't care whether he calculates or plots. I just want to see how many humans can transform into my companions?"

He pointed at a mortal who had collapsed on the ground, and watched her bow her body and tremble, but she still couldn't resist the slow changes of her body step by step, and scales with metallic luster rolled out from her neck, densely packed. The ground clumps and spreads, and gurgles of blood seep from the joints of the scales.

Ying Long's pupils became brighter and brighter: "They were so weak that they could be crushed with a single finger, but now... let me see a little value in them."

However, he thought casually, how many of them could truly transform into ferocious beasts in the end?It should be less than one percent, one thousandth, except for this part, the rest will die——

"Don't talk about this, do you still have a chance to manage them now? Can you really save them?"

While they were talking, they didn't stop attacking each other. The slow and idle speed of speech never affected the speed and killing intent when they fought.

Not enough, not enough.Ying Long looked at Lu Zhiling, his apprentice could be regarded as a person with extraordinary talent, but for Ying Long himself, he was too ordinary.

He won't have the rapid progress of Mo Shang during the battle, his whole body is fixed.Not to mention that everything that Lu Zhiling is good at has the shadow of Professor Ying Long, and his flaws and shortcomings have all fallen into Ying Long's eyes through his previous relationship and teaching!

So... Ying Long's sword attack almost cut off Lu Zhiling in the middle. Fortunately, Lu Zhiling forcibly broke the bones of his body when he was hanging in the air, so that the giant sword did not hit the vital point, but even so, he flew backwards in an instant, blood Splash!

Lu Zhiling staggered and stood up, but his breath was obviously weakened. Mo Shang also took advantage of Yinglong's sword and cut his right wrist, but compared to the price Lu Zhiling paid, it can be called negligible. !

The sound of blood splattering is reflected in the dead space where the fainting people are. Before, they thought they had found a way to get rid of the pain, but in the next second, they saw familiar and strange people die violently in the form of half-human, half-monster. The man lost his voice.

Their only hope was snuffed out, and no one dared to bet whether they would die the same way if they chose to be their companions!

This is simply cutting off both ends of the road, but constantly inflicting painful torture to force people to make a choice.

How do they choose!They don't want to choose—

Cultivator... Can those immortals rescue them? !There are people in the mortal world crying and crying, begging for the mercy of the gods. They obviously did nothing, but just lived an ordinary life day after day. Why did they suffer like this!

Some monks heard the cries of people in the mortal world, and at the same time they were worried, but they only felt their mouths astringent—how did they save these people?They are all here, and they can't protect themselves...

A monk with a higher cultivation level did not come in... Is there a way...?Who can help? !

Ordinary people begged for help from the immortals, and the monks hoped that those with high cultivation could break through this space, but they waited for a long time, only to hear Ying Long's vague voice: "Can you really save them? "

Ying Long's voice was playful, as if a heavy hammer had hit people's hearts.They didn't have the means to get in touch with the outside world, and they hoped that they could be rescued, and their only hope was on the outsiders and immortals.

Ying Long's words are enough to directly disrupt this fragile trust, what's more, the outsiders really haven't found a way to break through——

After this sound, the people in this space heard the sound of sharp weapons clashing, and the sound of water flowing, no, blood flowing, all of which tormented them and made them want to betray human beings. , Going to fight desperately to become the same as Yinglong!

But for the time being, only a small number of people think this way, and the larger number of people are anxious and even desperate.

Can they really wait until rescue?Immortal... monk!Who will save them, they don't want to die in such a vague way——

Despair tore their souls, especially those who opened their eyes in the outside world, their eyes were gradually covered by gray mist, they were still alive, but they seemed to have died.

In this world, are there any gods? !

People outside were also in a stalemate, and most of the people in the world of cultivating immortals were pulled in, leaving some lucky ones, or monks with high cultivation bases.

But all parties communicated, and only found a way to crack it by brute force.

But this cracking method requires people's vitality, God knows how panicked Bai Yue was when he discovered this.Ying Long's power in this space even surpassed his power in fighting Lu Zhiling and Mo Shang——

This shows that there is absolutely no room for maneuver. Even if Ying Long loses, he cannot be coerced and let go of the people trapped in the space!What he did this time was the idea of ​​dragging everyone to be buried with him if he didn't win... That's why his existence made Tiandao even issue an early warning for it.

If the monks do nothing, the world of cultivating immortals may really perish under Ying Long's own power!

Bai Yue hoped that the monks could unite. He had already made up his mind that he would devote his life force to destroy this space, and he would never let them choose...the path of becoming a monster in the demon world.

but……

A middle-aged elder said haha: "If I shorten my lifespan, it will be gone. I'm sorry, suzerain."

Bai Yue looked at him, but clearly remembered that this cultivator had just advanced and had hundreds of years of life left.

Someone hesitated: "I'll think about it, I'll think about it again." But his phantom figure that appeared in the sound transmission talisman looked around, not daring to look into Bai Yue's eyes.

Bai Yue's warm heart gradually cooled down, and when he thought about it again, when did he think of it?Are you satisfied when you think that all these people were tortured to death? !

After he finished asking everywhere, what he heard was often hesitation and hesitation. What's more ridiculous was that some monks avoided Bai Yue's inquiries by pretending that they were also among the crowd hit by meteors!

Yes, vitality is directly linked to lifespan... But even so, they can still output a little less vitality, and if they add up, they will be able to break this space——

Bai Yue's cultivation level is not high, and his life expectancy is not as long as these old immortals, but he dares to give his life force to save people...Why?The presence is full of shrinking people? !

A monk murmured and raised his head to signal Bai Yue to look at Mo Shang's room: "Well, suzerain, well, Lu Zhiling will probably die in the hands of that fierce beast, but there is still Mo Shang. He won, the person trapped in that space Isn't there help?"

Bai Yue wanted to roar, wanted to roar, but when he saw the monk winking, he felt like he had been splashed with cold water, even if a single word was stuck in his throat, he couldn't get it out.

What can he say?what can he doCan he kill all these people in front of him! ?

These cultivators with the highest cultivation and hard work are actually the first wave of existences to surrender to the beasts of the demon world!They are... moths!

"Look, how ridiculous." Ying Long glanced contemptuously at the cultivator's infighting, "Such fools, do you want to protect them? How about..."

Mo Shang responded to Ying Long's blow without hesitation, just to draw a deeper mark on Ying Long's old wound.

He was still smiling slightly, even though new and old wounds criss-crossed his body, and even there were long and thin scars drawn at the end of his eyes, even though the veterans of the cultivation world took the lead in rebelling against the enemy.

Mo Shang uttered the words lightly, and his tone was full of contempt, but it also had a certain emotion that made Ying Long sneer, and even bored: "They are indeed moths in the world of cultivating immortals, but the whole world of cultivating immortals is not everyone. Eaten by moths."

"Oh? How to prove it?" Ying Long laughed angrily.

But Lu Ya walked up to Bai Yue shaking his bloody severed hand. He said indifferently, "Hey, if you break the formation, add me."

He lowered his voice, glanced in the direction of the enchantment Lu Zhiling, and whispered in a voice that no one else could hear: "My lord is fighting alone there, how can I...do nothing?"

Bai Yue laughed dejectedly, moved his lips for a long time before he managed to utter a word: "Unexpectedly, the only one who is willing is..."

Demonic people.

His heart was still warm, and before he finished speaking, Bai Yue heard several overlapping voices.

"Bah, dog, it's just a little bit of life, my old man can still afford it!"

"After living for so long, it's time to make some contribution."

This sound was like a trumpet sounded before the war, and it was also like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, amplifying the subtle sound infinitely, making people who are not moths who are greedy for life and afraid of death step forward and stand up.

"We...although our cultivation base is a little low, we can still help, right?"

"Add me. It would be great if I could help. I have never done anything for the world of cultivating immortals."

"I……"

"I also……"

Their voices merged into a torrent, suppressing the sneers of the moths into the mud, and revived Bai Yue's heart that was about to cool down completely.

He looked at these people, his expression swayed, and there was a crystal light flashing in his eye sockets, Bai Yue choked up his voice and wanted to say: "Okay...", then he heard Mo Shang's chuckle across the barrier.

"Look..." Mo Shang turned sideways and said, his cheeks were stained with blood, but he still had an irresistible charm, "There is still salvation in the world of cultivating immortals—"

"Depending on them?" Ying Long sneered.

"No, it's up to me." Mo Shang also smiled back at him. In an instant, the enchantment was distorted to a certain extent. In Bai Yue's vision, he saw a terrifying spiritual energy gushing out like a torrent, covering his whole body. The people under the cold aura were all wrapped up, and the dark aura that was visible to the naked eye was pulled out unwillingly.

But they didn't die, but instead twisted into thousands of ropes, they rushed towards Mo Shang like swallows throwing themselves into a forest, pouring into his body!

The people who fainted everywhere felt as if the pain they were experiencing was pulled away, and their consciousness gradually came back from the body. When they opened their eyes, they all looked in the same direction as if they were guided.

They "seeed" the far away of the dark aura, and saw the reunion of the dark aura in the distance. People should be terrified that they all penetrated into one person's body——

However, the eyes of countless people are still concentrated in that direction, without fear or panic, only the joy of escaping from death and gratitude to Mo Shang standing in that direction.

They knew...the pain they endured didn't disappear, but maybe it was borne by the person in front of them alone!

"Are you crazy?" There was a momentary rift in Ying Long's manic appearance. He looked at Mo Shang in disbelief, completely unable to understand why he did this, "You want to bear this pain for all of them? Tens of thousands of superimposed pains?!"

Mo Shang just smiled.

At that moment, Bai Yue raised his head slightly to look at Mo Shang, and there was an invisible vibration in his heart, which finally turned into a movement and a voice.

He frowned, turned towards Mo Shang's direction sincerely, nodded softly and said: "Yes, you are well-deserved number one in the world—" At this moment, Bai Yue finally fully recognized Mo Shang as the son of destiny In the end, he was completely convinced of the existence of Mo Shang.

So Mo Shang... got God's promise.