Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

Wang Junsheng's head was in confusion, but his feet kept flying towards Fuxi Mountain.

Fuxi Mountain has long been shrouded in the hustle and bustle of war. Even if you look at it from a distance, you can still see it clearly. The bright red blood stained the land surrounded by fairy spirits in Fuxi Mountain, and dyed that paradise with a worldly and stern taste. .

In his last life, he escaped with the help of his father, but in this life, he will never let this happen again.

No, he absolutely cannot tolerate Fuxi Mountain being turned into ruins again, and the ruins are once again full of fellow teachers who are lying dead.

He couldn't bear it, Fuxi Mountain once again turned into an elusive mist under his eyelids, and he couldn't catch it anymore...

When they met each other, they were extremely jealous. On Fuxi Mountain, except for the scattered monks who defended against foreign enemies, the rest of the people were all dressed in black.As far as Wang Junsheng knew, he had never seen this sect in later generations.

He raised the sword in his hand, and the sword had already penetrated into the shoulder blade of the man in black, and the sword flower splashed, injuring one piece.

Du Moyue also sacrificed her own sword and shouted: "Go!" The sword light stretched away like scattered autumn water, they gently passed through the chests of those people, and quickly pulled them out.

Although Mo Lan was a little dazed, he still endured the fear in his heart, and hit the unsuspecting man in black in the back with one blow, and Wang Junsheng was almost red-eyed. , A sword pierced the man's skull.

The man turned his head in disbelief, and after a few weak whimpers hoarsely, he finally fell to the ground.

Wang Junsheng withdrew the hilt of his sword coldly, and asked the monks who were not clearly injured. "Where's father?"

The man muttered twice, as if he was afraid of Wang Junsheng's eyes at the moment.

Wang Junsheng suppressed his anxiety and asked again. "Where's father?"

The man finally recovered from his panic, "No... I don't know... I just know that a group of people suddenly attacked... The monks on Fuxi Mountain were almost killed... Woooooo... "He couldn't help crying as he spoke.

Wang Junsheng frowned, said no more, and flew towards the stone platform on the mountainside with the hilt of his sword again. If he guessed correctly, his father would definitely protect his mother.

The two people behind him immediately retracted their sword hilts, and then quickly followed behind Wang Junsheng, but Wang Junsheng's speed was too fast, and they used a lot of strength to follow.

But they all knew that Wang Junsheng was the most anxious thing at the moment, so they followed behind them without saying a word.

The further up the mountain, the more chaotic the situation in Fuxi Mountain, and most of the monks in Fuxi Mountain have diverted a wave of combat power because of the war at the bottom of the mountain, so they are at a disadvantage in front of these people.

The smoke was billowing, and the green hills and rotten trees of Fuxi Mountain had begun to wither, and one by one they slid from the towering sky to the surface of the ground, making a "bang" sound.

The destruction continues all the time.

Wang Junsheng could even feel the constant stream of monks rushing up from the foot of Fuxi Mountain. The number was definitely beyond his imagination.

Blood gushed from his mouth almost because of his forceful bite, but he was not in the mood to think about these external wounds at the moment. For him, the turbulent waves in his heart made him even more crazy.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this at all...

Could it be because of my own rebirth that this situation...even brought forward the tragedy of exterminating the family?

This is impossible……

And why is it impossible?

In the depths of his heart, a guy with the same voice as him said darkly.

Wang Junsheng knows that this is called a demon.

He quickly suppressed the wild thoughts in his heart because of panic, gritted his teeth and flew towards the mountainside at a faster speed.

The mountains are steep, and the mountain roads along the mountains are full of pine trees leaning on the mountains and growing upwards, but at this moment their appearance is already withered and decayed. Obviously, there is an incalculable war not far away. , causing the distant environment to be affected.

He flew straight up, ignoring the normal climbing posture, and flew up vertically.

**

Qi Linger's moves were fierce, although her body had almost recovered, and the Taoism she used was the same as before, but even so, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, under the siege of many Nascent Soul cultivators, she was also To be defeated.

Although Wang Moshuang has just entered and exited his body, even so, he can't take advantage of Du Shao in the situation of few enemies and many enemies.

The sword in his hand is attacking with all its strength, and a solid protective shield has been built around him to protect Qi Linger and him, but the battle is still dangerous.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a familiar zhenqi flying straight up from the bottom of the mountain. The two looked at each other, and they both saw the meaning of shock in each other's eyes.

"I hope Junsheng will come back..." Qi Ling'er almost lost her voice.

"...Be careful." Before Wang Moshuang could answer, a man in black was ushered in front of them again. He used Taoism to knock people into the air, but his heart still palpitated.

He exuded his domineering aura, questioning while killing the enemy. "Who are you? Hurry up and report your names and hide under the black cloth. Aren't you afraid of revenge after Mount Fuxi?"

Some of the men in black suddenly laughed. "Wang Moshuang, your plan to anger us is of no use to us, why don't you tell us where the Qilin's blood is."

Wang Mo frowned, and said coldly, "You've been talking about Qilin's blood since the beginning, but we've never had such a thing here."

"Ha, don't lie, we got the news that Fuxi Mountain has the extremely precious unicorn blood. Whoever gets the unicorn can win the world. If you get the unicorn blood, there will be some benefits."

"I've said it all! We don't have any here!" Wang Moshuang was almost laughed at by those people's self-talk, and then he stopped dealing with them and fought together again.

On the other hand, Qi Ling'er, who was on the side, had a gloomy expression and lowered her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

"Father, mother!" A blue light suddenly appeared behind him, and then a slender young man stepped out of that blue light.

Qi Linger almost immediately threw away the Nascent Soul cultivator beside her, then turned her head and asked anxiously: "Why are you here, get out of here quickly!"

"Oh? Your child?" Someone among the men in black noticed the situation here, immediately licked his lips, and then walked quickly to Wang Junsheng's side.

Qi Linger stretched out her hand in a daze, "No..."

Wang Junsheng was beyond their expectations, and the long sword in his hand pierced the man's chest.The black-clothed monk who was released instead of a surprise attack widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he hadn't thought that a little doll in the late stage of Jindan would kill him, a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

The arrival of Wang Junsheng undoubtedly made the deadlocked situation even more deadlocked.

Mo Lan and Du Moyue also came to the mountainside at this time, followed by some surviving Fuxi Mountain monks.

Fuxi Mountain was already full of wounds, and the monks knew that what they had to do was to protect the last piece of holy land.

Those men in black from the bottom of the mountain rushed up one by one, but were beaten down from above by the monks of Mount Fuxi who surrounded them.

For a time, there were heavy casualties.

Wang Mo looked at Wang Junsheng and his party not far away, with complicated eyes for a moment.That kind of feeling, I feel that the child standing in front of me suddenly becomes different from before, stronger and scary.

Wang Junsheng stood in front of the densely packed Taoist robes in green clothes, and said: "Hold on tight, absolutely don't let them come up."

Everyone standing here knows that there is no way to recover.

It was just a last ditch effort.

But there was no fear in their eyes.

Even if they die, they must fulfill their duty to protect Fuxi Mountain.

Wang Mo's messy robes were already in disarray, but the firmness in his eyes never disappeared, as if he had predicted that he would definitely win.

"Keep Fuxi Mountain, the monks of Fuxi Mountain will never give up!" Wang Moshuang's voice was hoarse, but it was resolute.

Those in Taoist robes in Tsing Yi straightened their backs and turned their backs to their suzerain, but they all responded: "Take orders, suzerain."

Wang Junsheng flew up, and together with his parents, he circled among those men in black who didn't know the so-called, fighting and biting like wild beasts.

The stench of blood splashed on his green clothes, giving his indifferent face a hint of sinisterness and a gloomy look.

The sword body collided with many treasured swords, making one heavy sound after another.

Wang Junsheng circled among the men in black, using talismans, spirit swords, and Taoism together, fighting crazily.

At that moment, Wang Junsheng kind of forgot where he was and who he was.

**

Yao Qi's fingertips were trembling, and his heart was trembling. He couldn't figure out what the reason was, but he held his heart and felt that something had happened to Wang Junsheng.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, causing the disciples to be suspicious for a while.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Only then did Yao Qi come back to his senses, still in a daze, but his face was still cold, making it hard to see the depth.

System "continued": [The mission is announced, Wang Junsheng's life signs are dying, please hurry...]

Yao Qi stood up all of a sudden, without any hesitation, he said: "All the disciples present, come with me to Fuxi Mountain to save people."

The disciples below were startled, as if they couldn't believe it.

"You don't want to?" Yao Qi's condensed eyes swept over every disciple in the seat.

"Disciple...don't dare." Everyone was trembling, but they were all wondering why the master, who had always hated monks, would suddenly go to save people.

"Okay, then let's go immediately." Yao Qi really didn't want to talk to them, so he turned around and left the hall immediately.

The others kept their original standing postures upright, only feeling that their master seemed a little...too impatient...

Moreover, it is in the middle of teaching now!

How to say go away!

Or to save people!

Just kidding!

As everyone knows, Yao Qi, who was forcibly pressed down and unable to move, has been waiting for this task for a long time, so naturally he has no intention to take care of the boring lecture at the moment.

His Wang Junsheng is dying.

And he must protect him.

reason……

Currently, I don't know.