Ultimate Villain Discovery System [Transmigration Book]

One pass of refining not only refined the demon bones in Sui Wu's body, but also trained Song Cai's skills in using demon power.He asked the system to double the temperature of the furnace, and finally completed the refining before Zhu Chang was destroyed. He let the unconscious Sui Wu fall on the bed, and he and Lan Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

The refining furnace was recovered, but Song Cai found that there was a shiny oval object in her savings. Click on it to see the details. Relic, it's not just as simple as turning decay into muscle and enhancing mana.

Song Cai thought it was OK, he finally found a gift that he could give to Jiang Yan.

"Even if you win against me, you will be invincible. If you have the ability, take out the poisonous needles in my internal organs. Let's fight one-on-one and fairly. Dare?"

Song Cai turned around when she heard the sound, and found that Cangchang was talking to him, and said strangely: "You have a big face, how old are you, how old am I? What's the point of fairness?"

Cangchang sneered: "Little beauty, of course I'm not fighting with you, I'm talking to a kid surnamed Jiang."

"Ah?" Song Cai glanced at Lan Ji, Lan Ji's gaze was still fixed on him, but that gaze seemed to pass through him and land somewhere in the void.

Not right.

Song Cai immediately went to pick up the water ladle on the ground, but the water ladle was already empty, so he couldn't get a picture of him.He was about to ask the system what was going on, but the little black coal ball said: "Mom, my father is here, and he borrowed your body."

Song Cai almost choked on saliva: "What do you mean borrowing my body?"

Xiao Hei: "Because the distance is a bit far, my father was afraid that he would not be able to save you in time, so he used the art of mind-sea communication to transfer his soul to you."

"This...is this okay?" Song Cai wanted to look in the mirror more and more.

After Xiao Heiqiu's explanation, Song Cai was no longer nervous, and Jiang Yan, who sensed his emotions, used his mouth: "Give me your body first, it's fine."

Then he said to Zichang: "Okay, you want to be fair, and I will give you fairness."

He temporarily requisitioned Song Cai's body, expanded the barrier around the tent, and reinforced it with several more layers. He condensed a black iron whip with demon fire, flew out of the tent and waited for Zichang.

Song Cai remained silent, still thinking about Jiang Yan's sentence "give me your body first", even though she knew that Jiang Yan had no other intentions, her eyes burned with embarrassment, and she was afraid that Jiang Yan would notice, so she began to recite the multiplication formula, Attempt to divert attention.

Cangchang stepped out of the tent, maintaining the shape of a python's tail, when he suddenly felt something protruding from his chest and abdomen. After a bit of pain, his internal organs felt relieved.As if he hadn't breathed fresh air for a long time, he took a few deep breaths, stretched his muscles and bones, and healed all the wounds on his body.

The next moment, the smoke and dust rolled up, the black fire burned, and the two fought.

Lan Ji stayed in the tent and guarded Sui Wu. Hearing the movement outside, she felt itchy. She opened the curtain to take a peek, but was almost blinded by the wind and sand.

I couldn't see anything clearly over there, except for the flashes of black fire and blue light bordered with blue.The sky was dim, but the black fire could even illuminate the hillside brightly.

The torches in other camps were lit, coupled with the advantage of the high ground, the demon fire and the open fire formed a beautiful picture like a dragon playing with pearls, magnificent and strange.

The old god Lan Ji shook his head on the ground, thinking that this matter is actually very simple.Cangchang is not a messenger of light or an embodiment of justice, but a shameless person who rapes and plunders, and has become a caged beast. There is absolutely no need for Jiang Shaoxia to talk to him about this kind of one-on-one morality.

——But it was really lucky that he came, otherwise the salted fish wagging from behind by Zhu Chang would be enough to make her and Mr. Song drink a pot.

This fight was hearty and hearty, but Song Cai kept complaining, and deeply felt the hardship of being dominated by the demon king.He found that Jiang Yan didn't use spells, but only used the demon power as an ordinary weapon, using physical blows to defeat the enemy.

Song Cai was a little proud because he knew why Jiang Yan had to cook slowly.

Jiang Yan was born a great demon, at this point in time he should have already cultivated to the perfect mirror, and he could completely suppress Zhuchang with a body-holding technique seriously, but he didn't, he felt that Zhuchang was worth a good fight.

This is Jiang Yan's idea, and it is also Song Cai's idea. In other respects, they may not be gentlemen, but as monks, regardless of whether they are cultivating immortals or demons, it is right The most basic respect for the way you cultivate.

After that, there was a temporary truce on the front line, and the half-demon army withdrew to the high ground, and the torch spread from the long dragon into a large star field.Chi Lian and Beiyun didn't interfere with the strange situation here, they only left enough space for them, and sent additional people to guard outside the barrier.

After that, Qian Zhongxin came back and told Lan Ji Shengzi that his condition was not very good. Although he saved his life for the time being, his aura was already coming out more and coming in less.Lan Ji looked sad, and entrusted Sui Wu to Qian Zhongxin, and ran to Bei Yunji by herself, and told him the ins and outs of the incident.

Bei Yun froze when he heard the news, and his white clothes and silver armor were blood-stained and messy, so he ran straight to the Son's tent before he could change them.

Shengzi was hanged by Qianzhongxin with thousand-year-old wild ginseng. Chi Lian also went to visit him when he received the news, and brought all the people who could be used in the rescue camp there.But there is no good way for everyone to gather around the bed, because they have done everything that can be done. No matter how great the witchcraft of the Holy Son is, he is still a mortal body. Physical breakdown.

Now, it's up to fate.

Beiyun plucked a strand of hair from Shengzi's forehead, and said softly: "...Are you awake? It's because the eldest brother is here. I'm sorry for being late."

Shengzi opened his eyes, and the sound of breathing in his throat finally stopped, and he smiled slightly at Beiyun: "It's not too late."

The two attendants moved the lamp to the side of the bed, not daring to cry, and only wiped a few tears from time to time.The Holy Son persuaded them, telling them not to be sad, life and death are fate, and they cannot be forced.

The light flickered slightly and was extremely weak, as if it might go out at any time.Chi Lian couldn't bear to see this, and left the camp.After he left, the insignificant people also voluntarily left the camp, trying to leave as much fresh air as possible for those who had difficulty breathing.

The Holy Son moved his fingers and asked the two attendants to go out, and then said to Beiyun: "I know you have to do something for me before you are willing, but the destiny cannot be violated. Brother Ji, you saved my life , I am satisfied, and I don’t need to save it a second time.”

Beiyun gritted his teeth and shook his head firmly.There was a lump of mud in his chest, he felt that he was about to suffocate, and finally said: "If I can save you once, I can save you twice. You must not take destiny lightly."

"Save me twice, and I'll die a third time. Brother, this day is my day, I already knew it."

The Son was never the wish of the Witches.

Beiyun thought of what he said, and felt a sense of frustration that he was about to collapse.

I heard it when I was very young, that the son of the witch man did not live past his thirties.After they become adults, they will acquire the ability to predict their own fate, and the earlier they acquire this ability, the sooner their fate will be.

The Holy Son is also a mortal. Some people are unwilling to face it, so they are suspicious to death;

"But when it's time, I still regret it," said the Holy Son, "Since big brother, the only thing I regret is..."

He thought for a while, then smiled again: "Forget it, I can see you again before I die, so I shouldn't regret it. Big brother, I have a nickname, which was given by my nurse when I was young, and it's called..."

Before he finished speaking, the pupils in his eyes suddenly dilated.

The Holy Son does not have a name, because a name is a weakness.

When Beiyun was a child, Beiyun met Shengzi for the first time when he was playing with mud at the foot of the back mountain of Beiyun Mansion.After the rain, the green hills and green bamboos are extraordinarily fresh and tender. The young boy, with his sackcloth sleeves rolled up, squatted by the edge of the puddle and carefully mixed the mud, and even wrote on the mud with thin bamboo branches.

What he wrote was a spell, and when he saw Beiyun coming, he hurriedly wiped it off. Beiyun asked him curiously what he was doing, but his small appearance looked like a palace, and he said that the secrets of heaven should not be revealed.

Beiyun grabbed his white and fine brocade satin skirt, saying that this kind of fabric is comfortable to wear, and asked the young boy if he had a special hobby in wearing linen.

It's not a special hobby, it's just that the linen can withstand the spells and protect him from outsiders' spells.

The two children played all morning, and Beiyun gave away all his family fortune, but he only got the identity of a holy son from him, and he was very mysterious when he said it.

When asked what his name was, he refused to say, because the wet nurse and the elders of the clan had repeatedly told him that names are taboo in witchcraft. According to the taboo, one can find out the horoscope of birth date, and according to the horoscope of birth date, one can deduce the fate of the five elements. Five-element fate is to grasp the basic lifeline of others.

The Holy Son is the hope of the shamans. The little boy said that once the name of the Holy Son falls into the hands of people with ulterior motives, it will affect the life and death of the entire shaman clan.

But why did he change his mind again? Since when is the Holy Son no longer the hope of the witches?

The lamps in the tent were suddenly extinguished, and Song Cai's heart felt like someone was clenched, and she felt a sudden pain.Countless strange symbols emerged, circling back and forth in his mind, arranging and combining them.

"The Holy Son is gone." Song Cai said.

He recognized the meaning of those symbols for no reason, and even read them out.After finishing the sentence, a white firefly flew out of the tent where Bei Yunji was, and flew to a higher place until it disappeared into the night.

Jiang Yan asked, "What are you reading?"

"The Requiem Curse," Song Cai said, "I'll send him off."

Jiang Yan only responded lightly, and waited until Song Cai recited the mantra several times before asking, "Is the mantra taught to you by the Holy Son?"

Song Cai: "Yes, he probably expected this day long ago, but he doesn't want Beiyun to blame himself and let him do what he can."

Jiang Yan: "Is it true that the destiny cannot be violated? I don't believe that."

Song Cai was a little dumbfounded, and changed the subject: "It's almost time for you to end here, my whole body is sore and painful, and my legs are shaking!"

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment without knowing the meaning, and then he uttered a word: "Okay."

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