The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

The situation was urgent, so she rushed over without hesitation, first smashing the restriction directly, and then suppressing all the magic energy.

There is a chill in the depths of the muscles and bones, and the blood is surging up, oppressing the throat and breathing, spreading a choking fishy sweetness.

——The sequelae of excessive consumption of aura.

Zhang Kuang coughed softly, swallowed all his blood, and while stabilizing his figure, raised his head slightly to look around.

Facing the powerful enemy who had defeated Immortal No. 1, the Yashan peak masters did not dare to slacken in the slightest, and 13 people stood along the edge of the white jade altar.

The prohibition was overwhelming and fell seamlessly, but in an instant, everyone in the field, including Zhang Kuang, was trapped inside.

"...I really came prepared."

Zhang Kuang stood in the middle of the field, with flowers docilely wrapping around his knuckles, reflecting a bit of blood on his pale muscles and bones.

She raised her hand to caress her knuckles, she smiled lightly, and she couldn't even hear her voice clearly: "You guys won."

A meticulous bureau, a fine net.

The trial meeting in advance, the inexplicably added duel between two people, and even Mu Si who fell into the devil, all were arranged in advance, waiting for her from the beginning to the end, trying to trap her to death.

The atmosphere was tense, the peak masters maintained the restraint, and Zhang Kuang didn't make any moves, standing on the white jade altar with his hands behind his back, looking down at everyone with a look of contempt.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zheng Luo Yi stood aside a little hesitantly, deeply troubled in his heart.

During the discussions on the righteous path before, a peak leader suddenly mentioned that "there are demon cultivators among the disciples". The leader was in a defensive state of mind and followed his instructions to advance the trial meeting and set up restrictions.

The No. 1 disciple of the entry trial, Mu Si, was a demon cultivator. This fact made everyone turn pale with astonishment, but Zheng Luoyi didn't expect that the real purpose of this trial meeting was to be arrogant.

Because of what happened in Baihetang before, Zheng Luoyi's attitude towards Zhang Kuang has changed a lot, and he is also unwilling to make a move at this time.However, as one of the masters of Yashan, he was unable to give Yashan a reasonable explanation for letting go of the leader of the Demon Cult.

At this moment, since he was standing in the position of Yashan, he was forced to choose a direction, to stay with the so-called righteous way, and not to have the slightest sympathy for Zhang Kuang.

A peak leader opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "The leader of the demon sect, you have worked so hard to sneak into the cliff mountain, why did you come here, and what is your purpose?"

Zhang Kuang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his brows and eyes were bent down a little softly, and he said casually: "Good question."

"You peak masters are really good at predicting things," she said with a sneer, "I see that this girl is so compatible with me, she devoured her primordial spirit a few days ago and snatched her away, what else can she do?"

Someone quickly reacted and said sharply: "You want to destroy the Liuyao seal?!"

Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips immediately, and said unhurriedly: "Yes, I snatched up and sneaked into the cliff mountain just to find the Liuyao seal."

Xia Zhitao was wounded by Moxiu just now, she propped herself up a bit, just in time to listen to Zhang Kuang's words completely.

Wait, what is she talking about?

Xia Zhitao wanted to laugh when he heard that, and tried to stand up, but he couldn't even clenched his five fingers tremblingly, and his throat was full of bitterness.

What about "swallowing the primordial spirit", what "seizing the house", including the last "six-yao seal", are all this kid's nonsense to deceive people.

Zhang Kuang did not want to admit his identity, he guarded "Zhang Lan" carefully, and blamed himself for all the crimes, but he wanted Xia Zhitao not to worry, so that she still felt that the junior sister was 'involved innocently'.

As everyone knows, Xia Zhitao knew her true identity a long time ago, but she was trying to tease her a little bit, and never exposed the other party's poor acting skills.

... this silly boy.

Xia Zhitao bit her lip, trying to speak, but her voice was extremely dry and hoarse, and she couldn't utter any words except dry and hoarse syllables.

"Unpredictable, despicable and shameless!" Someone yelled angrily, but Zhang Kuang ignored it, standing alone on the high hall, shook his head, and smiled very lightly.

She was dressed in jet black, with the vast blue sky behind her.

The sky was bright and the sun was clear, and there was not even a single cloud on the white jade altar. The sun was pouring down hot, cutting the body thinner and thinner, as if there was no place to hide.

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Condensing the spirit body is extremely exhausting, and now it consumes a lot of spiritual energy due to the hasty switch. Zhang Kuang is not in a good state at this time. At least against the thirteen peak masters of Shangya Mountain, the winning rate can only be regarded as [-]-[-].

Now that his identity has been exposed, Zhang Kuang has no support to stay in Yashan, and must leave here as soon as possible.

But just when she made up her mind and planned to leave quickly, the restraint that was broken before Bai Yutan was summoned again by the peak masters in an instant.

"Well--?!"

The six layers of restrictions were layered and intertwined, like a fine net, tightly entangled her in it.The coercion came surging, even if he was arrogant, he staggered a few steps back, almost unable to stand still.

"Why, that's all it takes?" Zhang Kuang stabilized his mind, and sneered, "Do you want to trap me with a mere six-level restriction—"

Before she finished speaking, a very thin cough suddenly came from her ear.The prohibition imposed by Master Gaojing is terrifying, its power is self-evident, it is okay to be arrogant, but how can the disciples of Yashan who are also trapped in the field hold up?

Xia Zhitao was pressed to the ground by coercion, her internal organs seemed to be oppressed, she coughed intermittently, and bloodshot from her lips.

Her pupils were wet with water mist, and her ears were buzzing. She tried her best to raise her head, but she could vaguely see that familiar figure in her blurred vision.

"Are you crazy?!" Zhang Kuang sternly said, "Yashan's disciples are here too, the restriction has been lifted, and I will let you deal with it!"

The insolent in my impression is always smiling, a shy and well-behaved child, Xia Zhitao has never seen her look like this, never seen her petals seem to be dyed with ink, the black mist billows wantonly, and shakes violently.

She bit her lower lip tightly, allowing the bloodshot to spread, her five fingers clenched desperately, her knuckles turned white with force, and her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Didn't you hear that?"

"——I let you untie it!!"

The black mist tightened to the extreme, and then suddenly burst open. The monstrous aura, like a wave, slammed into the six layers of restriction, and instantly swallowed it up without leaving a trace.

The peak masters in the formation were backlashed, coughing up bright red blood, and the pressure on Xia Zhitao dissipated in an instant, and she finally took a breath for a moment, and raised her head slightly.

Zhang Kuang turned his back to her, his long black hair was loosely tied up, and fell down softly along his shoulders, exposing a section of his pale neck.

"The nine-level restriction of the Suo Mo Tower can't withstand three strikes with all my strength," she laughed wantonly, "and this temporary six-level restriction, how can it stop me for a while?"

Jun Yuehou looked tense, and ordered urgently: "Hu Wenchen, Gao Ze!"

Following the order from the sect leader, the peak masters who ranked second and fourth in Yashan immediately jumped up, their long swords were unsheathed suddenly, and they went straight towards Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang sneered: "Overestimating one's abilities!"

She held it with her backhand, and between her five fingers was a quenched long sword made of flowers. The whole body was overflowing with aura, entwined with thin white knuckles, like bright stars.

Hu Wenchen silently shot a spiritual blade at Zhang Kuang, the long sword pierced through the cold wind, and with a "bang", the two long swords collided, and the mighty spiritual power shook.

Gao Ze also rushed up quickly, and wanted to help from the side, but the petals blocked all the attacks, leaving no chance.

Two, four, six, eight.

Including the sect leader, Jun Yuehou, the eight peak masters called out their spiritual weapons and surrounded Zhang Kuang tightly, with unusually dignified expressions, and they wanted to attack her together.

"...It's just a defeated general."

Zhang Kuang smiled suddenly, with a hint of chill in every word, he said casually: "Do you really think you can stop me?"

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A few days later, the No. [-] High School of Soul Bone of the Demon Forest.

The soul bone was as calm as ever, not even a few monsters roaming on the eighth floor, Master Xuanxu was also happy and at ease, warming a pot of wine in a leisurely manner, like a fairy.

The soul boy ran over blusteringly, and said with great vigor, "Master, Master, have you heard that?"

Master Xuanxu stared at him, and snapped, "Why are you arguing, you son of a bitch, haven't you seen the old man cooking wine?!"

The soul boy was yelled at for no reason, and he was so wronged that he muttered: "The news about the leader of the Demon Cult is such a big deal, you left without listening to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Master Xuan Xu grabbed him by the collar, dragged him back, and threw him onto the stone chair with a "plop".

Master Xuanxu did not panic, he closed his long sleeves, his voice pretended to be calm and at ease, but he couldn't hide his slight trembling from excitement: "Okay, let's talk."

"The girl has been very secretive recently, and she doesn't talk to the old man," he sighed, and couldn't help nagging, "I have to ask you through you, I'm so angry."

The soul boy pursed his mouth, and told Master Xuanxu the news he had found out outside in full detail.

It was true that Yashan cheated out the leader of the Demon Cult, but the other party was lazily unwilling to make a move, but suddenly became angry, beat up several peak leaders extremely viciously, and directly tore down half of the White Jade Altar.

The disciples were all terrified, Yashan couldn't stop Zhang Kuang at all, he could only let Zhang Kuang cut off half of the mountain, then turned and left angrily, his body melted into the black mist, and disappeared in an instant.

"As expected of my girl, you won't suffer any disadvantages wherever you go," Master Xuan Xu was very satisfied, "It's really good to beat her up, it's very satisfying!"

Yashan is the most righteous way in the world, the first sect was beaten, within three days, the world has already spread the rumors, making Yashan lose face.

Among them, the novels of world affairs are particularly popular, and the incident of Zhang Kuang's beating of Baiyutan was written as "beauties turned into beauty when she was angry", and more than ten volumes of love-hate entanglement, reading it made people believe it was true and shed tears.

Master Xuanxu naturally didn't know about this, he only thought that his daughter was good at everything, happily drank a few pots of wine, and in the evening he kindly added a roast chicken to the soul boy.

Night came quietly, swallowing the warmth of the sun, the sound of the ninth center of the soul bone gradually weakened, slowly and slowly, only one or two noisy cicadas remained.

"Knock, knock, knock."

In the silence, the three knocks on the door were very clear. Master Xuan Xu who asked to sit cross-legged in meditation suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the door in bewilderment.

The soul boy never knocked on the door, he always kicked the door open, and there was only one person who knocked on the door so politely and politely who had the ability to enter the Demon Forest Ninth.

Sure enough, after Master Xuanxu opened the wooden door, a familiar figure stood in front of him.

Zhang Kuang was wearing a dark black robe, his shoulders were trembling slightly, his fingers were tightly tucked into his sleeves, and he slowly raised his head.

The moonlight adorns the branches, finely cut into pieces by the soft long hair, casts distant shadows on the face, melts into the dark black pupils little by little, and turns into mist that bends the eyebrows and eyelashes.

She whispered: "Master, I got into trouble."

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: It's over, it's over, it's over, Zhitao must hate me if you smash the white jade altar, master save me.