Traveling is not necessarily the protagonist

"Duanmu," seeing that Duanmu Ling was caught in a bitter fight, Li Junyu was so anxious that he stepped forward immediately, gaining an extra combat power. About to break through.

"Ala, I didn't expect him to be quite good at fighting, and Xiao Ling is really—" A figure sat on a tree, holding a mirror in his hand, looking at the battle not far below with a satisfied expression, and murmured Soliloquy.

If Li Junyu was here at this moment, he would be able to recognize this person at a glance as the young man he had seen a lot, and the mirror in his hand was exactly the mirror of heaven that he had been thinking about day and night. complete.

"Big, my lord, I handed over the fragments to Li Junyu as you ordered, and successfully provoked the war between the Yangming Division and the necromancer. Shouldn't you fulfill the conditions you promised little one earlier?" A necromancer lowered his head. head, asked the boy in fear.

"Indeed." The young man changed his sitting position and looked at his own reflection in the mirror. This face gave him too many bad memories, it is really hateful, who caused all this, he will definitely double repaid.

"Thank you, my lord." Necromancer respectfully knelt down, waiting for the young man to give him a new life, but he didn't expect that what happened next was a powerful attraction that sucked him in, constantly sucking his soul power, " My lord, what are you?"

"Give you a new life. A person like you who betrays his partner will betray you at any time. How could I believe you?" The young man watched the dead spirit's body gradually dissipate with indifferent eyes, without any fluctuations.

"Damn it, I mistrusted you," Necromancer wailed in pain and roared angrily, "I'll never forgive you even if I'm a ghost!!!"

After finishing speaking, the figure of the undead dissipated into the air, "Hahaha!! It's really ridiculous." The young man seemed to have heard a big joke, and he was out of breath laughing while covering his stomach, and then wiped the corners of his eyes. With tears in his eyes, he shook his head helplessly, "Obviously they are all people who have died once, do they still have a chance to be resurrected?"

However, he is different. The young man clenched the Tianji mirror in his hand, looked at the other side with complicated eyes, and said to himself, "Give me a little more time, and I will be able to—"

Seeing that this war is gradually coming to an end, the young man smiled faintly, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile intentionally or unintentionally, "It's time to try this—" A black mist emerged from his hand, exuding an ominous breath, It seemed that several unknown objects could be seen flying around in the fog. Trapped in the fog, they howled in pain, but they couldn't break free. The mouth opened wide and let out a silent wail. Then, the boy shot the fog into the fog in one breath. In the mirror, he said with a smile, "Go, Li Junyu, let's see how you behave."

On the other side, Li Junyu was just hitting his head, and suddenly his body felt a chill, as if something had penetrated into his body, and his right eye, which had finally stopped, felt a stabbing pain.

"Ah!!!" Can't help shouting, Li Junyu covered his eyes in pain, his nails stuck on his eyelids, he almost lost consciousness from the pain, wishing to take his right eyeball off.

"Junyu?" Duanmuling heard his painful voice, turned around and saw Li Junyu squatting on the ground with an extremely painful expression, and many dead spirits around him waited for the opportunity to get up, quickly cleared the obstacles in front of him, and immediately rushed in his direction come over.

"Damn it, I won't be defeated." Li Junyu gritted his teeth, stood the knife on the ground vigorously, rubbed his eyes to try to see more clearly, and then tried to stand up staggeringly with his body supported. A dead spirit rushed over with a knife, so he wouldn't just die like this, it would be too small to look down on him.

Li Junyu was fully on guard, clenched the saber in his hand tightly, saw a cold light cut in the air, held the saber from bottom to top, and swiped away the opponent's saber, taking advantage of the moment when he was unresponsive, the blade suddenly hit the chest of the undead It stabbed, and hit the vital point quickly and accurately, forcing the undead to retreat. The soul that thought it would disperse, but the undead did not dissipate. It fell weakly on the side of the tree, and stretched out its hand in his direction. One voice: "Li Junyu, what are you doing?"

"Hey?" The voice was a bit familiar. Li Junyu was stunned for a few seconds. He searched around, but didn't see the person he wanted to see. He looked again at the undead lying beside the tree. What kind of undead was there? , it was clearly Duanmu Ling! !Pale face, bright red liquid, hands hanging down limply.

"How could it be?" With a plop, his whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, his legs knelt down weakly, and only a bright red was left in his eyes.

The shocking wound was the fatal wound stabbed by the knife in his hand. The blood stained the white clothes red, and the mottled blood stains were like beautiful red roses, blooming in blossom.

"Hey, Duanmu, wake up." Li Junyu climbed a few steps, tremblingly stretched out his hand to Duanmu Ling's nose, for fear of getting a terrible result.Don't, don't die, a voice inside him shouted.

But at this moment, the unique scent of blood from Yang Ming Division attracts more dead spirits to stare at them with fierce eyes.

"Let's go together, Yang Mingsi is injured." The excited Necromancer saw the hope and shouted loudly.

"Oh!!!"

"Stop, how dare you!!!" Li Junyu stood in front of Duanmuling angrily, blocked the attack of the undead with two sabers, trembling with anger, and kept recalling the scene of Duanmuling's fall in his mind, it was him , It was he who stabbed him with the knife in his hand, and subconsciously looked down, the hands stained with Duanmu's blood trembled uncontrollably, almost unable to hold the knife.

"Young master! What happened——" The attendant who had left rushed over from a distance, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

Countless undead hovered in the air, constantly swooping down, and the surroundings exuded a terrible breath of death, and in the center of the vortex, a figure of a person was faintly seen, fighting with all their strength to kill the undead, from time to time Seeing the flickering of swords and swords, and hearing him crying out sadly.

"Go and help!!"

"Yes!" Facing so many undead, the attendant felt flustered and fell into a hard fight, trying to find a breakthrough.

"Damn it, damn it! I'm going to kill you!!" The saber technique was chaotic, but its strength should not be underestimated. With one slash, the dead spirits in front of him turned into streaks of light and disappeared.

However, this is not enough, not enough, the restless and angry mood cannot be calmed down, Li Junyu's eyes are red, and he wants to quickly clear all the dead spirits in front of him, why, there are so many, when will it end , Duanmu he, Duanmu he is about to die, hurry up, kill them all quickly——

"What a terrifying power, is he human?"

"Don't be cowardly, Yang Mingsi is right in front, when we get the power of Yang Mingsi, this kid is no match at all."

"Yeah, yeah." It's hard to beat four punches with two hands, not to mention the large number of undead, even Li Junyu's three heads and six arms, still can't stop the attack of the undead. Spiritual power.

"Ah!" Li Junyu turned his head and saw a cold picture, with a dozen or so undead with their mouths open, sucking heavily, with expressions of endless satisfaction.

What kind of existence is Yang Mingsi? He is such a powerful person, who can subdue a thousand-year-old fox demon with one hand, how can he be swallowed by the dead?If it wasn't for him, how could Duanmu become like this——

If there is a chance to save him, even if it means selling his soul to the devil, his life is given by him...

There was a "hum" in the head, the rattling of the teeth, an uncontrollable anger flashed in the eyes, and the angry heart was burning in the chest, devouring the heart like a monster.

"Do you want power?" An old man's voice sounded, with a three-point chill, "But once you get my power, you will no longer be a human being."

"It doesn't matter about that kind of thing," Li Junyu responded, looking somewhere blankly and distantly, as long as he can be saved, it doesn't matter anything.

"very good."

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power exploded, and a purple-red light reached the sky, spreading out in a circle, and a large number of undead were killed and injured, and no one dared to step forward.

Strange red patterns spread from the heart to the neck, and did not stop until they occupied the entire right side of the face. The strange patterns are unspeakably enchanting, and the black hair is scattered, mixed with strands of hair. Dark purple, long bangs blocked the left side of the face, and the right eye that was exposed turned into a bright red color at some point, and blood was oozing out, leaving drop by drop from the eye socket.

As the night fell, a crescent moon rose quietly. Looking from a distance, a man covered in blood was holding a saber, not daring to let himself fall first. He straightened his waist and stood silently in front of a tree. The cold wind howled, and the smell of fresh blood wafted in the air.

"This is?!" The young man pondered for a while, then murmured, "I didn't expect there to be a change, I made a mistake." After speaking, the figure disappeared into nothingness.

"Mr. Li?" The attendant was a little surprised when he saw that the figure inside was Li Junyu, but the next second he found Duanmu Ling lying on the side of the tree covered in blood, and almost lost his voice, "What's going on, Less master, less master!" Immediately rushed over.

Weak breath, weak beating pulse, and gradually freezing body due to excessive blood loss, one of the attendants calmly treated Duan Muling's wound urgently, then looked at Li Junyu who was standing silently by the side, and suppressed the words he wanted to question. Prepare to arrange for someone to send the young master back to Duanmu's house for treatment.

"Junyu," Duanmuling regained a little consciousness, opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and called weakly.

"Duanmu," Li Junyu stepped forward, holding someone's hand with his big hand, holding back the choking in his throat, "I'm here."

"Well, as long as you're safe and sound, it's fine—" At the end, Duanmuling patted the back of Li Junyu's hand as if whispering.

"Duanmu?" Li Junyu held Duanmuling's hand tightly, the cold touch made his heart shiver, and tears burst out of his eyes, what time is it, and he still cares about his affairs, obviously hurting more than him Heavy, the murderer is still him.

"I don't blame you, I know," Duanmuling said weakly, seeing him crying like a child, she felt a little helpless, and wanted to reach out to wipe him, but she didn't have the strength to lift it up, involving the wound , couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Young master, hold on, we'll go down the mountain immediately." Several attendants immediately put Duanmu Ling into the simple stretcher. Li Junyu wanted to follow, but was stopped by another attendant.

"Mr. Li, I think we have other things to talk about."