The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

"My body and spirit veins are fused together. If the Liuyao seal is really broken, I'm afraid I will be the first to die. But before that, Feng Luoya must kill me and take out the spirit root."

Zhang Kuang muttered: "It seems that we can't escape the dead end that Jin Li and the others said."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Zhitao was a little annoyed, and she was reluctant to hit her, so she could only pinch her cheek, "Who said that Feng Luoya is hurt now, you must be able to beat him."

Having said that, since Zhang Kuang fell from the realm, even if Wugourui protects his heart veins and recovers the aura in Jinhua Peak, he can't compare with his own peak level.

Now she and Feng Luoya are both at their respective disadvantages. It can be said that they are a disabled duo with equal strength. It's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

"Who said, we actually have an advantage."

Xia Zhitao raised her hand to rub the other person's long hair, recalling the words left by "herself", she was not as unconfident as Zhang Kuang.

Xia Zhitao thought about it: "You are a mortal body intertwined with aura, while he is a dual cultivator of spirit and demon—in terms of aptitude, Feng Luoya is indeed superior, but his weakness is also fatal."

Being able to use aura and control magic energy, such a great advantage, how could it become a fatal weakness?

Zhang Kuang was slightly puzzled, and Xia Zhitao explained to her: "Spiritual energy and devil energy are incompatible with each other. Even if he can control both at the same time, he cannot control them at the same time."

Just like the two ends of a balance, one end is the spirit, and the other end is the demon. The two maintain an extremely precise and delicate balance.

This state of balance gave Feng Luoya a great advantage, but if there was a slight change in the balance, the entire balance would be broken instantly, causing the balance to tip over and collapse uncontrollably.

Zhang Kuang understood now, and suddenly realized: "In other words, we can take advantage of this."

Xia Zhitao nodded affirmatively, just like a message in the book, she said: "What you want to do, Xiao Kuang, is not to suppress him or defeat him, but to destroy this balance."

This is the only way to contend with it. Only Zhang Kuang can do it. It is a gamble and a way out.

Although "breaking the balance" is just an ambiguous hypothesis, Xia Zhitao doesn't know how to do it, but Zhang Kuang is thoughtful, looking at the endless yellow sand in the distance, and falls into silence.

Where the yellow sand meets the sky, thick dark clouds seem to be rolling in, swallowing up the micro clouds along the way, pressing down heavily like a broken bamboo.

If you look far away, you can vaguely see one or two stars of flames in the oppressive paint, like a fierce beast dormant in the dark, covered by the darkness, leaving only two terrifying pupils.

In the resplendent and resplendent hall with Danying carvings, a group of people knelt down in unison.

The head man was already graying at the temples, his forehead was wet with fine sweat, he knelt down tremblingly, Jishou tremblingly said: "Your Honor, Your Honor came suddenly, but you have something important to do?"

In front of everyone, stood a man in white clothes with fire patterns, his clothes were stained with blood, his black hair was slightly disheveled, looking down at them from above, he sneered.

"Why I came here, you can't be more clear," Feng Luoya stood with his hands behind his back, bent slightly, and said word by word, "How should the five Xisheng remnants be arranged?"

The lord of the Western Regions, Yuan Heng, was lying on the ground with his body bent. Behind him, the other three city lords were kneeling one after another, together with his only daughter, Yuan Rufei.

"My lord, when Yashan came to look for the remnants of the scrolls, the younger ones handed them over as you ordered."

He gritted his teeth tightly and said tremblingly, "I really don't have this remnant scroll."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Heng felt a sharp pain in his chest, his forehead hit the ground with a "boom", and a pool of dark red blood spewed out from his mouth.

"Without further ado!"

As soon as Feng Luoya flicked his white sleeves, there were a few more ancient scrolls between his five fingers, which were exactly the fragments of Xisheng scrolls brought back by the disciples of Yashan a long time ago.

"I'll give you half a stick of incense," he ordered, "arrange and restore the fragments, and point out the place where the six lines are buried."

Yuan Heng hastily kowtowed and said yes, knelt before the fragmented scroll, and stretched out his hand to pick up the fragmented scroll.

The blood stained the white beard, dripping down, his body trembled violently, he couldn't hold any of his five fingers firmly, and the remnant scroll fell from the palm of his hand, hitting the ground with a bang.

Feng Luoya had a panoramic view of the scene, he walked down the long steps slowly, strode past Yuan Heng who had his eyes closed tightly, and stopped in front of a person behind him.

"Hmm!" Yuan Rufei's collar was suddenly grabbed by someone, forcing her to stand up staggeringly.

Her body trembled violently, her neck was imprisoned in Feng Luoya's palm, with just a little force from the other party, she could be decapitated.

"Cough, cough, cough," the five fingers strangling the neck gradually retracted, but Yuan Rufei didn't dare to struggle, her voice was intermittent, "Dad, daddy..."

When Yuan Heng heard her daughter's voice, she raised her head in astonishment, her pupils widened suddenly, and she lost her voice, "Ah Fei!"

As Yuan Rufei's complexion gradually turned pale, Feng Luoya also said softly, "Is this your only daughter?"

"She is very similar to her mother's mother," he smiled, and slowly tightened his fingers, "I just don't know if it will end up in the same fate as the queen."

Yuan Heng trembled all over, and hastily knelt down and kowtowed with a "dong dong", causing bloodstains on his forehead: "Don't dare! I will definitely restore the broken scroll, please let go, let A Fei go."

Back then when Shura Dao wanted to rule the Western Regions, Yuan Heng resisted to death and threatened Dao to tell the righteous way, but the next moment the Queen's motorcade disappeared into the depths of the desert, leaving no trace of the bones.

The once invincible emperor realized that he was nothing more than a humble ant in the eyes of the Immortal Demon Venerable, so he knelt down. From then on, although he belonged to the Righteous Way on the surface, he secretly obeyed and obeyed the Asura Way.

As for Shura Dao being exterminated by Zhang Kuang, he was secretly relieved, thinking that the Western Regions would finally escape from the clutches of the clutches, but Feng Luoya himself suddenly appeared and strangled his wish.

Yuan Rufei fell to the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of her eyes were stained with tears, she tremblingly said: "Wait, isn't the queen mother..."

Yuan Heng suddenly covered her mouth and nose, pressed against her daughter's ear, and said in a bitter voice: "Stop it, stop it."

He took great pains to conceal this matter, and even fabricated several lies, just because he didn't want Yuan Rufei to know the real reason why the queen was killed.

——I don't want my daughter to know how cowardly and vulnerable her father is.

Yuan Rufei didn't speak anymore, she knelt on the ground in silence, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she swallowed a choked sound in her throat.

Yuan Heng bent down, picked up five fragments of scrolls, and arranged them carefully.

Seeing that the half stick of incense was getting shorter and shorter, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and hit the ground with a "click".

Finally, when the last soot collapsed, he finally sorted out the fragments, and drew several lines on the map according to the above verse.

The lines extend along with the tip of the pen, and where they intersect and converge, a point is marked in the vast desert, which is where the six-yao seal is located.

Yuan Heng knelt down and presented the map, Feng Luoya casually held it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and said softly: "Do you know what will happen if you deceive me?"

His voice was light and light, but it sounded like thunder, Yuan Heng raised his hand in disbelief, and lost his voice: "My lord, my lord, there is absolutely no such thing as a small one!"

Seeing the other party's smile unabated, Yuan Heng suddenly realized that the so-called "deception" was just a pretext to kill someone.

The moment he handed over the complete fragment and marked the six-line seal, he was already a dead man.

No matter what, Feng Luoya would kill everyone and not let anyone go.

I saw Feng Luoya holding the scroll of the map, his eyes glanced over the marked location, and he suddenly smiled.

Yuan Heng stretched out his hand and covered Yuan Rufei's eyes, he bent down and pulled her into his arms as much as possible.

He closed his eyes, falling into the darkness, suddenly there was the sound of wind passing by his ears, and then, there was a loud noise like thunder above his head.

"Boom--!!"

There seemed to be gravel and sawdust falling by the ear, and the light broke through the smoke and dust, and hit the eyelids.

The expected pain didn't come, Yuan Heng was stunned, he held his breath, and opened his eyes cautiously.

I saw the spirit blade cutting through the sky, roaring towards Feng Luoya, brushing Feng Luoya's cheek, and sinking straight into the map scroll in his hand.

There was a soft sound of "呲啦", and the scroll of the map was split in two in an instant, and fell to the ground with a bang, rolling away far away.

The dome of the hall was blasted open, and someone sat on the broken wooden beam and looked down.

She was dressed in black, with the hot and clear sunlight behind her, engraving her figure very clearly.

"--found it."

Zhang Kuang tilted his head slightly, his long hair was hanging down his shoulders, his expression was half a smile, "I really know how to hide."

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Feng Luoya didn't seem too surprised by the sudden appearance of arrogance, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "It's you again!"

With a wave of Zhang Kuang's hand, the broken file came out, and before Feng Luoya could react, it was brought into her hands by the petals.

With a gloomy expression on Feng Luoya's face, he stretched out his hand towards Zhang Kuang, and said coldly, "Come back!"

"Don't think that you are Mu Jin's daughter, I really dare not attack you," he snapped, "Once, twice, how long are you going to make trouble?!"

Ever since Zhang Kuang appeared, he has been in the way of his affairs everywhere. First, the Asura Dao, which he worked so hard to build, was destroyed, then Baihe, the Western Regions, Hanshui, and even the Shagui Sect were not spared.

Feng Luoya originally wanted to slowly erode the human world, but Zhang Kuang disrupted all the arrangements and destroyed several chess pieces that had been laid out.

In the end, he pushed himself to such a level that he had no choice but to speed up and forcefully destroy the Liuyao seal.

——It is really an eyesore, and it deserves death.

Feng Luoya's voice became colder, his fingers clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead stood out: "Come back!"

Zhang Kuang ignored him, put the dossier in his arms, turned and ran, the figure rushed far away in an instant, submerged in the rolling yellow sand, almost invisible.

Feng Luoya was out of breath, and the red mole between his eyebrows became more and more brilliant, and the fire lines around him stood out, turning into a red lotus.

The black mist overflowed around him, he summoned his demonic energy, and chased after him in an instant.

Zhang Kuang estimated the approximate location of the seal, and rushed in the opposite direction, while the sunlight above his head gradually faded, and his sight was obscured by the overwhelming dark clouds.

Suddenly there were a few faint fluctuations behind him, Zhang Kuang quickly dodged his body, and saw the magic blade roaring towards him, rubbing his cheeks, and brought out a string of bright red blood beads.

'It's a bad start. Zhang Kuang said in his heart, taking the momentum and turning around, facing Feng Luoya, the flames in his hands were highlighted, and the dossier was completely burned in an instant.

Feng Luoya's eyebrows twitched, and the devil's energy suddenly exploded, and the black vine wrapped around his five fingers, and the murderous intent waved in layers, and the sense of oppression was extremely heavy.

"You came here alone, why don't you find a few more people, such as the little lover in the Golden Core stage."

He sneered and said, "Otherwise, no one would collect the body after death, what a pity."

Zhang Kuang pursed his lips and remained silent, a sharp long sword was condensed between his five fingers, the blade pointed towards his front, shining brightly and coldly.

Feng Luoya narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and swiped lightly, several black flames appeared on his side, turning into blades.

He gave an order softly, and the black blade seemed to come alive, covering the sky and slashing fiercely at Zhang Kuang.

The petals came rushing in and woven into a fine net. After being eroded by the devil energy for most of the time, they barely blocked the opponent's attack.

This guy definitely knew that he had a special physique and that no trace of demon energy could enter his body, so he deliberately switched to demon blood.

Zhang Kuang bit his lower lip, resentful and dissatisfied in his heart, turning defense into offense, thousands of petals condensed into tiny blades, pouring down like a torrential rain.

Both of them are high-level people. During the fight, the surrounding black clouds were pressing and surging, and there seemed to be faint howls of thunder and blazes.

After more than ten fights, Zhang Kuang was finally suppressed, his body was cut with several bloodstains, and the demonic energy hissed and eroded the flesh and blood, spreading to the bones.

The cold wind whistled past her ears, scraping her eardrums so painfully that she gasped heavily, her vision gradually blurred, her five fingers trembled slightly, and she almost couldn't hold the long sword in her hand steadily.

Feng Luoya's condition was a little better, but he was also injured in many places, his shoulder blade was cut wide open, and the bones were clearly visible.

"It's over here." He said calmly, and with a flash of his figure, he was already in front of Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang subconsciously tried to block, there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the black blade of the long sword shattered into pieces, it was no longer able to stop him.

She stepped back, but there was nowhere to escape, the black blade sank into her chest, pierced a few inches deep, and protruded out from behind her.

"Cough, cough cough." The corners of Zhang Kuang's eyes turned red, and blood gushed out from the wound, staining layer upon layer.

Feng Luoya was about to pull out the black blade, but unexpectedly, Zhang Kuang raised his hand suddenly, pressed his five fingers on his wrist, and smiled.

"Why, have you been fooled?"

Her face was pale, but her smile became more and more clear, the corners of her eyes were slightly bent, and she said: "I won."

Feng Luoya frowned slightly, and his expression was a little displeased, but soon, his breathing became stagnant, and he realized Zhang Kuang's intentions.

The spiritual power rushed in from the wrist, surged into the body, and collided with the blood of the demons, breaking the carefully maintained balance in an instant.

Feng Luoya's eyes widened suddenly, and he staggered back. Black blood continued to flow from his lips, slid down his cheeks, and landed on the white robe.

He laughed suddenly, blood gushed out of his throat, his voice became hoarse and indistinct, "I still underestimate you."

In a trance, heavy blackness surged before his eyes, like the fog that covered the sky and the earth in the demon realm, like the clouds in the midnight of the human world, and finally turned into the black pupils of the man, smiling gently in the midst of the flickering fire.

The black mist that shrouded the Western Regions gradually and slowly dissipated, revealing a warm and brilliant fire.

The fire scorched along the sky, spreading a layer of dazzling light on the vast and vast land.

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Right after Zhang Kuang left, Xia Zhitao and the others rushed into the main hall and helped up the people who were kneeling on the ground.

Yuan Rufei's face was covered with tears, and after seeing Xia Zhitao, she was stunned for more than ten seconds before suddenly reacting.

She rushed over suddenly, hugged Xia Zhitao's sleeve, choked up and said, "Yes, it's you..."

Xia Zhitao patted her back reassuringly, and after Yuan Rufei calmed down, she asked softly, "Are you all okay?"

Yuan Rufei shook her head, then nodded again, apparently frightened, and still a little unresponsive.

Yuan Heng narrowly escaped death, and quickly hugged his daughter in his arms. He looked up at the crowd in front of him, his expression becoming confused.

Xia Zhitao, who has been entangled with Zhang Kuang, Jiang Jiuli, the lord of the Demon Realm, and Zihuan and Zheng Luoyi, the two masters of the Yashan Mountain—how could this group of incompatible people appear at the same time?

Xia Zhitao knew that the other party had started to think wildly, but she really didn't have time to explain, so she put her hand on Yuan Heng's shoulder and asked, "Where's Zhang Kuang?"

Yuan Heng wondered how I would know, and looked at the other party with trepidation, Xia Zhitao took a deep breath, and said another way: "Where is the six-yao seal?"

Seeing that the other party was still full of confusion, Xia Zhitao gave up asking him. She stood up and said to the people behind her, "I'll go find Zhang Kuang."

"I'll go with you," Jiang Jiuli jumped over, "Hurry up!"

Xia Zhitao nodded, and was about to leave with Jiang Jiuli, but Zihuan followed, and in the end Zheng Luoyi was left alone, as if he had been abandoned in the Great Hall of the Western Regions.

Xia Zhitao was worried that she would not be able to find it, but as soon as she went out, she saw thick smoke billowing in the sky, landslides and ground cracks. Even though they were far away, they could vaguely feel the huge fluctuations of spiritual power.

They rushed there without delay, and the pros and cons who heard the news naturally also noticed the change in the world and hurriedly followed.

The black cloud didn't last long, and after a few people arrived, it had already dispersed slowly.

Feng Luoya closed his eyes, his body collapsed, turned into countless fine black dust, and disappeared in the majestic light.

At the same time, Zhang Kuang lost his support, and his body fell backwards, falling into the bright sunlight, falling downwards, falling into the yellow sand all over the sky, and falling back to the world.

Her body was very light, like a butterfly with broken wings, she fluttered to the ground without making a sound.

Xia Zhitao rushed over, and she knelt down on the ground, reaching out to touch him, but her five fingers trembled violently, and they stopped a little in front of her cheek.

She took several deep breaths, mustering up a lot of courage, before she dared to lightly cover Zhang Kuang's cheeks, the skin of her fingertips was extremely cold.

"Crazy, crazy?" Xia Zhitao moved gently, breathing very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the other party.

Zhang Kuang's face was pale, and he fell to the ground weakly, his breathing gradually weakened, and it seemed that it was about to disperse soon, and he could no longer hear it.

"... Zhang Kuang, don't scare me," Xia Zhitao's voice was trembling, and he was already crying, "I beg you."

Obviously changes have taken place, and the direction of the story has obviously changed, but why, it still failed in the end.

It was a crushing defeat and a shattered army.

Xia Zhitao's throat felt sore, and her heart felt empty, as if blood was spilling out, confusing her mind.

She raised her hand to cover her face, tears welled up slowly from her lower eyelids, swirling vigorously in her eye sockets, but she still refused to fall.

"... Zhitao?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded next to her ear, Xia Zhitao let go of her hand in astonishment, her shoulders suddenly sank, and she was embraced by the other party.

"It's a success, it's a success!!" The child was so excited, he hugged her hard, and his voice was extremely cheerful, "It's just like what you said, it really succeeded!"

Xia Zhitao experienced great sorrow and joy in a short time, and she didn't recover all of a sudden, her breath was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't help coughing: "Cough, cough——"

Zhang Kuang panicked immediately, realizing that he might be too excited, he quickly let go of Xia Zhitao, and said cautiously, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's nothing," Xia Zhitao finally breathed a sigh of relief, her chest was uncomfortably congested, and she said in a breathless manner, "Are you trying to scare me to death!"

Zhang Kuang leaned over aggrieved, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, making his skin look cold and white like jade.

Xia Zhitao lost her temper when she saw her, and seeing that the other party was full of scars, all she could do was feel sorry for her.

She raised her hand to help him up, but accidentally touched the wound, Zhang Kuang gasped, and said softly, "It hurts, take it easy."

Xia Zhitao quickly relaxed his movements, but Zhang Kuang also made an inch of it, and he lay down on his stomach, leaning contentedly on his shoulders.

Seeing the other party rubbing back and forth restlessly, Xia Zhitao was terrified and said repeatedly: "Be careful."

Zhang Kuang has no sense of being a wounded patient at all, and happily, he has already started to make small plans: "Know the peach, know the peach."

Xia Zhitao said helplessly, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you call me Mrs. Mistress before, so I'm thinking about one thing now, a very important thing."

Zhang Kuang looked at her without blinking, his black eyes were bright, full of expectation: "Shall we get married?"

Xia Zhitao staggered, almost failed to support the other party, angrily and funny: "Okay, okay, wait until you heal the wound."

Zhang Kuang refused to let go, and whispered: "Then when will we have to wait, why don't we fix the date first?"

"What are you in a hurry for? Can I still run away?" Xia Zhitao laughed, "What date do you think?"

Zhang Kuang didn't change his face, and said: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, I think tomorrow will be good."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

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