You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

The black light penetrated Shen Fang's body, even taking him into the air.

The teacher of the Cultivation Academy, who was originally invincible, fell to the ground like a rag bag the next moment.

Dean Fan didn't care about anything anymore, he frantically pushed away the students around him and ran into the barrier.

Unexpectedly, the black diamond-shaped spikes that were chasing closely behind him broke through the barrier, "pushed" into the back of the heart, and then came out from the front of the heart, the body of the dean Fan convulsed, and he fell lifelessly on the ground land.

There were screams everywhere, students and teachers mixed together and fled in all directions, but they didn't know where to flee.

A powerful and evil force erupted from Yan Xueyue's dilapidated body, turned into bursts of corrosive black rain, and fell towards the crowd.

Any little bit of black rain will erode the skin and penetrate deep into the bone marrow. Some people who are not yet cultivated even roll on the street, crying and screaming echoing over the Cultivation Academy.

For a moment, the originally quiet and peaceful Cultivation Academy was as terrifying as purgatory on earth.

Saturday looked down, hesitated for a moment, broke away from Feng Zixuan's hand, and said without looking back, "I'll just go and repair a magic circle!"

"Saturday!" Feng Zixuan was furious, Mu Linggen threw out a vine, wrapped around Saturday's waist, and dragged him back.

"Feng Zixuan, we are not Yan Xueyue's opponents now, he will find you sooner or later, our only chance is to tie him up with a magic circle."

"I don't need you to take risks for me!" Feng Zixuan was annoyed.

Saturday felt the vines wrapped around his waist tighten even more, causing him to frown slightly.

"I'm not taking risks for you, I'm just..."

"That's enough, come with me." Feng Zixuan delayed Saturday, and Yu Jian flew away.

There was a loud cracking sound behind them, and Yan Xueyue finally got out of the prison circle completely.

Dark clouds rolled behind him, and lightning illuminated the pitch-black sky.

Yan Xueyue's face was ferocious, and she turned to the direction where Feng Zixuan was flying away.

"I can't find a god... Sanyuanying can also let it go." Yan Xueyue said to herself, "My precious apprentice, it's time for you to repay your favor."

Feng Zixuan felt the powerful spiritual power surging from behind, mixed with a cold and evil atmosphere, like the dull and humid air before the rainstorm, silent and depressing.

He knew what Yan Xueyue wanted, and Yan Xueyue wanted his body.

With Yan Xueyue's current physical condition, it is obvious that the physical body cannot carry the powerful body. Although Feng Zixuan doesn't know what Yan Xueyue's body is, he thinks it will not be a good thing.

"Ah Liu," Feng Zixuan waved his hand and let go of the vine, "You go first."

He stopped, standing tall in the air, the black cloud mountain bursting with purple thunder faintly above his head, under the majestic cloud mountain, he looked very small.

But at this moment, he decided to risk his life to die with Yan Xueyue, and also to protect Saturday.

How could he not know what Feng Zixuan wanted to do on Saturday.

"I won't go." Said on Saturday, standing side by side with Feng Zixuan while riding the sword in the air.

"You go." Feng Zixuan pushed Saturday, "If you don't go, I can send you away."

On Saturday, Yujian was very bad at first, but was pushed by Feng Zixuan and almost fell off.

"Feng Zixuan, who said just now that you don't want to stay for a long time, hurry up and stop talking nonsense, let's go!" Saturday went to grab Feng Zixuan's arm.

Feng Zixuan avoided him.

Feng Zixuan had never looked at him with such gentle eyes, even when he was still in Zhuoliu, he had never seen such a gentle Feng Zixuan at this moment.

"Ah Liu, I'm sorry, I've thought about it for so long, but I still feel that there is no Zhuo Liu in this world. I'm alone, and I'm too lonely. I want to find him."

Saturday was stunned, and the west wind whizzed close to the clouds, messing up Saturday's hair and blowing through his heart.

He opened his mouth: "I didn't leave, I am Zhuo Liu."

"boom--"

Thunder rang through heaven and earth, drowning out Saturday's voice.

Feng Zixuan didn't hear anything, he smiled apologetically at Saturday, turned his head, and flew towards Yan Xueyue.

"No—" Saturday yelled wildly, "Feng Zixuan, you fucking stop—"

Feng Zixuan flew forward resolutely, and Bai Yingying's flying sword quickly disappeared into the rushing and turbulent evil spiritual power.

He is just a fictional character.

It's just three words in the novel: Feng Zixuan.

Everyone who has read "Urban Cultivation: The Counterattack of Wastewood" can write those three words, whether it is in the blank space of the textbook when running away in class, or in the notepad during the break at work. After typing...writing those three words, a specific image was formed in my mind, perhaps vague, but extremely amiable, that was Feng Zixuan.

If this person disappears, it will not have any impact on schoolwork, work, or daily life. People who know him may feel sad for a while, and those who don't know him may not even understand at all why they should be for a virtual character. grief.

However, this person actually existed beside Saturday.

In the beginning, he was inferior and cowardly, even when he got the night of Poseidon in the class test, he didn't dare to refute. In order to become stronger, he could use any means. Later, he counterattacked and began to use arrogance to cover up his inner anxiety.

In fact, from the beginning to the present, Feng Zixuan has never really been confident, whether it is in front of the real way of cultivation, or in front of Zhuo Liu.

The self-abased and cowardly Feng Zixuan in his heart has never disappeared, but now, he decided to make "him" disappear.

Together with him now.

At this moment, Saturday suddenly understood why Chen Ke wanted Feng Zixuan to lose everything.

Only by losing everything and letting the cowardly and weak "he" in his heart who still held the old warmth die, can he completely transform into a strong man, otherwise, Feng Zixuan will always have a weakness and will never be able to forget the past.

This is a cruel way of growing up, and it is also the only way of growing up that Chen Ke can think of.

"He's not as good as you think."

"He's suspicious...because of his low self-esteem."

"He's just using arrogance to cover up his inferiority complex."

Chen Ke once said it, but he didn't really listen to it on Saturday.

After cultivating the dual spiritual roots and establishing the foundation, Feng Zixuan confessed to Saturday, provoking, coercing, and going crazy with alcohol in a way that ordinary people can't bear. On Saturday, he just thought, why did he become like this? Hate.

I liked it a little at first, but not anymore.

What I want on Saturday is a mature and rational lover, a perfect love, with similar living habits, spiritual connection, and equal intelligence. Feng Zixuan is obviously not like this.

...But, even though Saturday told himself that he would not like someone with such a personality, he told himself that he regarded Feng Zixuan as his younger brother.

However, when Feng Zixuan turned around resolutely and was going to foolishly follow Zhuo Liu, Saturday suddenly felt an unbearable heartache.

Perhaps, Feng Zixuan has the aura of the protagonist, and after this battle, he will not die, but will be reborn from the ashes, becoming that powerful and perfect Valkyrie in all aspects.

However, this Feng Zixuan will not come back now, Feng Zixuan who has all kinds of problems, low self-esteem and arrogance will not come back.

Chen Ke buried him here, in this imperfect past.

Then he grows back into a shell, a god with nothing in it.

"What do you want a perfect Feng Zixuan for?" Saturday said to himself, "I want the current him to live to the end...it doesn't matter if he doesn't become a god."

A little bright yellow passed through the billowing dark clouds and turned into a gleaming line.

On Saturday, Yu Jian flew into the range of the evil thoughts spiritual force field, and felt the stench of spiritual power rushing towards his face. He wanted to tell Feng Zixuan that he was Zhuo Liu, sorry, he kept hiding it from him.

He hasn't figured out what to do next, but it is still possible to avoid Yan Xueyue for the time being, after all, Yan Xueyue covets Feng Zixuan's intact body, and will not touch him easily.

As long as Feng Zixuan doesn't foolishly run to die together.

The cold wind poured into the neckline, and a piece of paper flew out, on which the plan for Saturday was neatly written.

The plan is like a blade of grass on the sea, which is quickly torn apart by the storm and swallowed by the dark clouds, leaving no trace.

Squinting his eyes on Saturday, he saw the little red light in the dark swirl.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

Feng Zixuan, I'm here to save you—! !

Feng Zixuan stood alone in the darkness, his whole body bursting with crimson light.

He looked firmly at the center of the darkness—Yan Xueyue, whose appearance was withered like a skeleton at this moment.

As the flesh and blood peeled off from the bones, the evil thoughts became stronger and stronger, and the black spiritual power flowing out made a sharp and piercing cry, and flew into the air one by one, merging into the black vortex around Yan Xueyue and Feng Zixuan middle.

There are thick black clouds above and below, only a little red light illuminates a small space.

"Yan Xueyue, die."

Feng Zixuan stretched out his right hand, and three kinds of spiritual power were condensed in the palm, and the three kinds of spiritual power were connected and generated like a bond, spinning rapidly, and gradually turned into a clear white light!

Looking closely, Feng Zixuan looked determined, but his eyes were empty.

Now, the only thing he wants to protect is Saturday and Fengmen.

Saturday……

The moment Feng Zixuan was distracted, Yan Xueyue made a sudden move.

Several black silk threads shot out from his hand, heading straight for the top of Feng Zixuan's head.

He wanted to kill Feng Zixuan, but he didn't want to destroy this body.

Like lightning, the black line arrived in front of Feng Zixuan in an instant.

The next moment, layers of bright yellow soil walls opened up in front of Feng Zixuan.

Feng Zixuan was stunned. Although the earth wall was weak, it was so bright. The bright yellow lines were complicated and delicate, and the pattern of strengthening the magic circle was printed.

Like layers of blooming flowers, protecting Feng Zixuan behind him.

Someone slammed into Feng Zixuan's arms, sending him flying backwards.

"Ah Liu!" Feng Zixuan staggered and was almost knocked down. Although he has spiritual power to protect his body, he never refuses a person's approach - Saturday.

With a muffled snort on Saturday, he hugged Feng Zixuan with both hands, and the two of them fell down together.

Behind them, the seven-layer earth wall split from the middle, and the thin and dense cracks spread out irregularly, and soon formed a spider web of cracks on the surface of the earth wall.

"boom"!

After a crisp sound, the earth wall was scattered into thousands of pieces and disappeared into the darkness.

The flash of light at that moment was deeply imprinted in Feng Zixuan's field of vision, even if it disappeared like fireworks, as long as he closed his eyes, he could clearly trace its shape.

"Ah Liu, what's wrong with you?" Feng Zixuan hugged the person in his arms with his back, he felt that the person's arms became limp and weak, obviously he was holding him so tightly just now, but the next moment he let go .

"It's okay...the shoulder hurts, the previous injury." Saturday said weakly.

The speed of the fall slowed down, Feng Zixuan put a wind blade on the ground to buffer the fall.

The shy Mu Yuanying jumped out of his body, and quickly burrowed into the ruins of the underground wall. The huge root system broke through the cement, and green vines rose from the gray surface, growing in the wind, and light green calyxes emerged from the vines. , and then, a touch of silky white spread from the calyx, transforming into a room-sized flower.

Feng Zixuan hugged Saturday and fell straight into the heart of the flower. The soft petals were extremely strong at this moment, and they caught the two of them firmly.

This huge plant is safe and sound in the strong wind, and the whole body exudes a faint light. It is like the only bright lighthouse on the dark ocean. All the people who are running away in panic turn their eyes to this place.

They don't know who transformed it, they only know that there is hope here, the hope of fighting against the darkness.

The two fell into the flower, landed between the soft pistils, and the petals closed immediately, shielding the wind from the outside.

Feng Zixuan has already noticed that Saturday's state is not right, it's not what he said - it's just an old shoulder injury.

He knelt down and hugged Saturday with both hands. He didn't know where he was hurt and didn't dare to move him.

His eyes wandered around his face in a panic, trying to find a clue that didn't exist, telling him that Saturday's injury was actually not that serious.

"Ah Liu, you idiot," Feng Zixuan trembled, his face wet at some point, "Why did you save me? I have never liked you, I have always regarded you as Zhuo Liu's substitute, even if you Then I won't like you either."

As if to convince himself, Feng Zixuan repeated again: "I don't like you."

Originally, I wanted to tell him that I was Zhuo Liu, but on Saturday I was not sure how long he could last in this state.

Originally wanted to save him, and then retreated, who would have thought that Yan Xueyue's attack would be so fierce that even the seven-story reinforced earth wall could not withstand it.

Seeing Feng Zixuan's self-sufficiency, and feeling his hot tears falling on his forehead, Saturday sighed: "Oh, but I don't know what to do..."

All calculations turned into a mess in the end.

He clearly wanted Feng Zixuan to become a martial god without desire, but when things came to an end, he didn't want him to destroy Feng Zixuan, who was weak and inferior but sincere.

After protecting that weak Feng Zixuan, he didn't expect that he would be tricked instead. I don't know if he can survive it. If he even dies on Saturday, wouldn't Feng Zixuan go on the old road of losing everything and strangling the past?

"Is this the law of cause and effect..." Saturday muttered to himself, every time he tried to change, he couldn't get the result he wanted. The law of cause and effect has its own rhythm, step by step, from cause to effect.Saturday thought he was a changer, an existence outside the law of cause and effect, but unexpectedly, he was still involved in it and became cannon fodder crushed by the gears of fate.

"It's dangerous."

"Don't think that if you know the plot, you can tamper with it!"

"Have you ever thought about what will happen if you do this?!"

What Chen Ke said is true...

"If you can't come back, have you thought about what will happen to your body?" Chen Ke once asked him emotionally, "Have you thought about what will happen to me?!"

Saturday coughed and grabbed Feng Zixuan's lapel: "Look for... high-level panacea...someone in the academy has it..."

"Okay, you wait." Feng Zixuan's eyes lit up instantly, the petals opened on top of his head, Feng Zixuan squeezed Saturday's hand, "Wait for me to come back."

Feng Zixuan turned into a green light and disappeared into the night, the petals quickly closed again.

Looking at the white fiber lines on Saturday, I thought that if Chen Ke saw this passage, he would definitely be nagged to death... I don’t know where Chen Ke is now, is he still in the world of anti-theft chapters?gone back already?If he can hear Chen Ke's nagging, he must be very happy, well, he will definitely admit his mistakes.

Like a gust of wind, Feng Zixuan rushed towards the students and teachers among the ruined walls.

The teachers and students were just secretly watching the situation, to see when Feng Zixuan beat Yan Xueyue, or was beaten to death by Yan Xueyue.

Who knew that Feng Zixuan would abandon his opponent and run among them.

At this moment, it was difficult for them to tell whether the villain Feng Zixuan, who broke the barrier and split the academy in half, was more terrifying, or the spirit-sucking ghost, who turned his whole body into a skeleton and released evil spiritual power.

"Who, who has a high-level panacea!!" Feng Zixuan shouted.

The teachers and students who were as timid as quails in front of them were so scared that they could not speak, and they all backed away.

"Give me the high-level spirit pill, or I will kill you all!!" Feng Zixuan released a fireball, which blew up the broken wall, and the students hiding behind screamed and fled in all directions.

Pairs of fearful eyes looked at him, but no one made a sound.

"He saved you," Feng Zixuan was trembling with anxiety, the veins on the back of his hands twitching violently, "he saved you, he made a prison circle, he repaired the barrier, and now he is injured, who of you has a high-level Panacea!!"

"His name is Saturday, and he is the formation master who replied anonymously!!" Feng Zixuan suddenly thought of someone, "Hong Chen, where is Hong Chen??"

"I'm here." A steady voice came.

Hong Chen came out from the crowd. He spread out his palm, and there was a shining elixir on it: "Everyone, give me all the high-level elixirs on your body."

"I, I only have one." A hand stretched out from the side.

"I also have... my father asked me to use it for self-defense, but it's no problem to give it to the savior..." It was another hand.

Hong Chen walked past the helping hands extended by the teachers and students, and quickly collected a handful of gleaming high-level elixirs.

Feng Zixuan was stunned.

"Hold it well, it's important to save people." Hong Chen put the heavy elixir into Feng Zixuan's hands.

"Thank you Dean Hong." Feng Zixuan nodded, turned into a green light, cut through the darkness, and flew towards the huge flower in the sky.

Hong Chen looked into the air, his brows were furrowed, the biggest enemy had not been resolved yet, and he didn't know what would happen to the two of them, and what would happen to the future of the cultivation world.

As a turning point in history, I always thought that I would never see it in my lifetime.

But who can say for sure, is it today.

When Feng Zixuan felt the gigantic glowing flowers, Yan Xueyue had already appeared there one step ahead of him.

With the high-level spirit pills in his hands, he suddenly felt a bone-deep fear. He was not afraid of death, but at this moment, he was terribly afraid.

Ler me get through.

He wants to say.

I will give you whatever you want.

...But now, he can't say that, because his life was saved on Saturday.

He can no longer give up at will, because Saturday is waiting for him, and he is not allowed to give up on Saturday.

The atmosphere became oppressive.

Neither Feng Zixuan nor Yan Xueyue spoke.

Their eyes met in the air, and both saw the other's determination to win.

"You can't beat me." Yan Xueyue said suddenly, a hoarse voice spit out from his broken and exposed throat.

"..." Feng Zixuan stared at Yan Xueyue firmly, even if he had no chance of winning, he still had to fight.

This time, he will never give up casually.

The two powerhouses confronted each other in the air, and there was a dead silence.

Countless pairs of eyes on the ground looked at the sky, and their worried eyes followed the red light above the dark sky.

"...Do you think that person can win?"

"They dog ​​eats dog, it's best for both sides to suffer!"

"But I don't think that person is a bad person, and his friend saved us."

"Uh... then let's hope he wins."

"In short, that spirit-sucking ghost is a heinous villain who even eats his own people. Now he seems to have become even more powerful..."

"Only the Valkyrie can defeat him..."

Discussions abounded, and whispers floated among the ruined walls of the Cultivation Academy.

If you look closely, there are many figures in the corner, and all of them are hiding.

"Martial God... It takes hundreds of thousands of years to retreat, how can he have the intention to save us..." Someone murmured.

"that is!"

Indeed, the Martial Gods cultivated by the Cultivation Academy with great effort do not know where to retreat at the moment. In their view, the only goal is to overcome the calamity and ascend as soon as possible, and they don't care about your worldly affairs.

Things that teachers and students didn't dare to complain about in the past, but now they say it, but they get a lot of echoes.

The rules that were considered reasonable in the past, now seem to be unreasonable.

What everyone expects is a good-for-nothing who has been expelled from the cultivation academy long ago, and a self-taught formation master who has never entered the cultivation academy.

Perhaps, from now on, everything will change.

But, whether there will be from now on, it depends on the battle in the sky, who wins and who loses!

Feng Zixuan held the high-level elixir with both hands.

He suddenly folded his palms together, crushed the elixir to pieces, and then sprinkled it into the air.

Yan Xueyue was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why.

The next moment, Feng Zixuan took off the sword, and the three spells of fire, wood, and earth were entwined, and a huge shock wave burst out, attacking Yan Xueyue.

On the other side, the water spell summoned a ray of clear spring, and the high-level elixir powder gleaming in the air melted into the water, and the water flowed around the battlefield silently, seeping into the calyx.

The calyx turned the healing water of the essence of heaven and earth into a spring, soaking Saturday, who was in a semi-comatose state in Hua's heart.

On Saturday, I felt a burst of clear water seeping into my back, gradually spreading, infiltrating the meridians of my limbs very comfortably, and the pain on my back and shoulders injured by Yan Xueyue gradually eased.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying in the sweet nectar, the smell was so tempting that he couldn't help but lick it.

The sweet taste stimulated the taste buds. I took a sip of the nectar on Saturday, and my teeth and cheeks were fragrant, and the chill and numbness in my internal organs were also dispelled.

This nectar is not only the function of more than twenty high-level elixirs, but also the essence of Fengzixuan's wood-type Nascent Soul spells. The wood-type masters life and healing. It also has the effect of hair growth and rejuvenation. Therefore, the organs that were originally corroded are regenerated at this moment, and they are healthier and more energetic than before the injury.

When he sat up from the nectar on Saturday, he looked ten years younger. Although he couldn't see it himself, the endless vitality made him feel light and healthy, and even the skin on his hands became fair smooth.

At this time, the battle outside was in full swing.

Feng Zixuan and Xiyu, who appeared at an unknown time, were attacking Yan Xueyue from left to right.

Xiyu used the jade pendant sent by his senior brother Ning Yu who had already ascended to the ascension, and summoned a giant white dragon, which was entangled with Yan Xueyue to fight endlessly.

Feng Zixuan released the Sanyuanying to directly attack Yan Xueyue.

For a moment, Yan Xueyue felt overwhelmed.

He squinted his eyes, this physical body could no longer hold on, and any further stalemate would only be detrimental to him.

"boom--"

Yan Xueyue's neck broke suddenly, and a thick black air gushed out from his neck, turning into the shape of a giant snake, and devouring Bai Yulong in one gulp.

Evil thoughts manifest themselves in the world, and their power is infinite, even the immortals cannot resist them.

But there is a big weakness, the next parasite must be found in a short time, otherwise it will disappear.

In the setting of the original book "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Firewood", after Feng Zixuan became a warrior, he forced the evil thoughts out of his body and defeated them in one fell swoop.

At this time, he was just a cultivator of Sanyuanying.