NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Yan Liang couldn't be more clear about Yan Snake's setting, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After traveling through the book for several months, his soul-crossing skills are perfect, but his experience in combat is almost zero. Will he be fooled by his own settings again...

Jiang Wei stood on the spot without changing his expression, the dead leaves in the forest rustled down, the snake pupils shrank suddenly, the blue snake body suddenly rose, and the long and narrow eyes froze, in the blink of an eye, the fallen leaves all over the sky turned into sharp blades, Cutting straight towards Yan Snake, the snake's body was divided into five parts in a flash.

Yan Liang's lips moved slightly, and he secretly hooked his index finger. The soul needles thrown into the air immediately dispersed into a rain of needles, rushing toward the river to stab the surroundings. Hundreds of hell snakes were nailed to the trunk by invisible soul needles.

In order to solve the immediate crisis, Jiang obviously didn't expect the mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. If it wasn't for Senior Yan, he would have been swallowed alive by hundreds of snakes, stripped of his bones and leftovers.

"Yan Snake likes to come and go in groups, so you must be more careful." Yan Liang is naturally clear about his own setting, so he has already prepared for it.

"Junior, write it down." Jiang Wei nodded slightly, and followed Yan Liang back along the road, taking every step cautiously. The two stopped talking. Duoshe, is it the uncle who almost made himself a plaything, the kindness he owes is enough to offset the kindness and resentment.

After traveling for several miles, it is logical that they should have walked out of the dead forest, but the two fell into a valley filled with miasma and thick fog.

The miasma and mist of the dead forest rose suddenly, connecting the realm of yin and yang, and turning it into a valley. This is called the Valley of Immortality.

There is a one in a thousand chance, unfortunately, I met him today.

The two of them had no swords or weapons, only Yan Liang held a few soul embroidery needles in his hands, and the undead valley was haunted by ghosts and fierce beasts, and the situation was very bad.

Yan Liang's heart was desolate, and he complained that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, and everything was not going his way.

His biggest advantage is that he is so perfect in everything, even if the crisis is everywhere, he can't really mobilize his nervous emotions. Yan Liang glanced at Jiang Wei who was silent from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was also calm, and he was very unaware of this man in his heart. The young man who came from here has a little more affection.

Yan Liang briefly explained to Jiang Wei the reason for the appearance of the Valley of the Undying, and then he stood in place to rest, and walking around indiscriminately was a waste of energy.

"So, why?"

Yan Liang thought for a moment and shook his head: "I didn't write it."

"what?"

"I don't know."

At that time, in order to create a sense of bitterness that the protagonist had gone through hardships in Onigawa, he made up a bunch of settings such as the valley of the undead and the sea of ​​no life, but he was lazy and didn't write a specific solution, only a few pens mentioned it, everything Attributed to the blessing of the protagonist's halo...

The biggest problem is that he doesn't have such a thing as a protagonist halo.

The miasma became thicker and thicker, blurring his vision, and he couldn't see clearly anything within half a meter. The two got closer and closer, shoulder to shoulder, with the backs of their hands unknowingly stuck together.

The moment the skin touched inadvertently, Jiang Wei's body trembled like an electric shock, and instantly hid back. Yan Liang couldn't sense the other party's complicated mood, worried that he was being entangled by some ghost monster, so he naturally held him wrists, in case each other gets lost.

Jiang Wei's body froze, but he didn't struggle, his heart was pounding in his chest, flustered untimely.

Yan Liang was focused on how to break through the illusion of the Valley of Immortality, and his mind was not on weird things at all, so the strength in his hand gradually deepened without realizing it.

"All illusions must have flaws. Before finding them, it is not advisable to waste spiritual energy."

"Junior understands."

But even if you stay still, it is by no means a perfect strategy. The surrounding fog gradually condenses into flocs, and then forms a net of flocs, densely covering the sky and covering the ground.

Yan Liang protected Jiang Wei, who was seriously injured, behind him, and repeated the old trick of throwing the soul needle, but the continuous shadow of the needle disappeared like falling into the sea, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, while the sky full of strands rushed towards them from all directions.

"..." If you can't run away after chopping constantly, it must be too difficult.

In the chaos, Jiang Wei had already poured his weak spiritual power into his palm, and was about to fight to the end. Yan Liang's thoughts changed, and he quickly said to Jiang Wei, "Young Master Jiang, I will lend you your back."

"...?"

Before Jiang Wei could react, his outer shirt was taken off by Yan Liang, and there was a dense stinging pain on his back. Yan Liang's hands were fast, and Jiang Wei stabbed a flaming red flame fox for Jiang Wei's fair and thin junior.

Yan Liang snapped his fingers, and the lifelike flame fox quickly peeled off from his skin and jumped up, spitting out fierce flames towards the overwhelming cotton wool, and the miasma instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames, burning out a Breaking his mouth, Yan Liang grabbed Jiang Wei's wrist and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, the flame fox is also an illusion, and it won't last long."

Jiang Wei had just recovered from his astonishment at this moment. This kind of magic technique for summoning spirit beasts was unheard of...

Yan Liang kept his expression on his face, but he still had lingering fears in his heart. The method of painting the skin to summon the spirit was a random attempt by him in a moment of impatience, but he did not expect it to come true.

It seems that God rewarded life.

Just as he was rejoicing for his wit and good luck, suddenly the mountain shook, the ground under his feet trembled endlessly, the rocks and broken soil rustled down, and the road in front of him

It also bends in an exaggerated arc.

Yan Liang felt a chill in his heart, this is of course not an earthquake, but a burst of illusion.

In the next second, a sense of weightlessness struck, and the two fell into a bottomless abyss.

……

Falling from the first level of illusion to the second level of illusion is the undead lake at the bottom of the undead valley.

Huge splashes splashed from the ice, which was as calm as death, and two figures, one in front and one behind, fell into the undead lake mixed with ice slag.

The gravity of falling from a high place made Yan Liang feel that his bones were about to fall apart, and the cold lake water choked into his lungs. He quickly used his spiritual power and held his breath, waving his arms at the bottom of the dark lake, trying to find Jiang Wei, but found nothing.

After he gradually got used to the darkness at the bottom of the lake and slowly swam down, he found Jiang Wei who was already unconscious in the coral group.

He quickly dived to the bottom to pick up the unconscious opponent, and before he had time to worry about other things, he pinched the opponent's jaw and kissed him heavily. To be precise, he breathed out in a mouth-to-mouth manner.

After all, the situation is special, there is no better way, saving people is the most important thing.

Yan Liang has been very good at swimming since he was a child, and he dragged the river upstream while crossing his breath. Although the other party was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, his bones were not yet fully developed and his body was thin, but when he got wet, he was extremely heavy. Yan Liang swam very well. Difficult still dare not slack off.

His celestial bones were severely injured, and there were many twists and turns when he came out with him, Yan Liang felt that Jiang Wei was really destined for this kid.

The spot of light in front gradually expanded, and a light blue halo diffused into the water. Jiang Wei's eyelashes trembled, casting watery shadows on the eyelids.

Seeing that he was about to swim out of the water, Yan Liang's body trembled violently, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder blades. The pain also gradually increased.

At this time Jiang Wei had regained consciousness, his eyes were slightly opened, his body was tightly held by the other party, his lips were softly touched, and through the faint water light, he saw clusters of thick bright red coming from behind Yan Liang. It diffuses, meandering and graceful, like a piece of red yarn sinking into the bottom of the sea.

The dense pain traveled through the limbs and bones, and the body became stiff. Yan Liang pushed upward with all his life, and the two finally broke through the water. He lay on the wet and greasy rock, gasped heavily, his eyes Yihei lost consciousness.

Jiang Wei calmed down a bit, and carried Yan Liang away from the moss-covered shoal. Seeing his porcelain-white face turning black, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he hurriedly tore off his wet clothes, revealing his water-stained skin. Blue-purple, the veins of the blood vessels are clearly visible, pulsating and beating, as if they could burst out of the skin at any time.

Sure enough, there was a fist-sized cut on Yan Liang's shoulder blade, and the flesh turned over ferociously, with black blood continuously dripping down.

Apparently he was bitten by an aquatic monster in the undead lake, and the poison entered his blood vessels. His pulse has gradually weakened, and even his breathing has become shallow.

Jiang Wei didn't hesitate, looked around, and fixed his eyes on the clusters of ghost vines blooming by the lake.

This flower is huge and enchanting, with thick, long and tough stems and leaves. Jiang Wei took the ghost vine flower and pinched off the flowers and leaves, leaving only the broken hollow vine. With a light swipe on the purple right wrist, using spiritual power as the blade, deep black blood flowed out, and the grass and trees withered wherever it touched.

The poison is so deep, there is only bloodletting to fight.

As the poisonous blood flowed out, the color of Yan Liang's lips changed from purple-black to pale. Jiang Wei had almost gone to see the poison. He picked up the ghost vine and plunged it into the blood vessel in his arm without hesitation. Pierced into Yan Liang's wrist.

Using spiritual power to stimulate the blood flow, the blood blended with each other, slowly but warmly, and after a while, Yan Liang's pale lips gradually regained color.

The blood blended without rejection, beyond his expectations.

In the past, it was obvious that he wanted to cut him into pieces, but now he cut his wrists in exchange for blood. All this is really absurd.

What's even more absurd is that before Jiang Wei lost too much blood and fainted, he subconsciously rubbed his fingertips on the other's lips in a daze. He licked his finger.

Jiang Wei himself couldn't explain this strange behavior. The taste of the mouth was a little fishy and sweet.

The taste of this blood is dangerous.