Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

"He..."

Qian Yichen's deep calling was stuck in his chest, and the sword was withdrawn calmly.

There is no blood, and there are no holes in the clothes. Is it just an illusion?

Glancing back from the corner of his eyes, a soft frosty color fluttered into his sight, and even that figure became unreal...

Qian Yichen didn't feel any pain, and his movements weren't hindered—the spiritual power in his whole body was completely locked up!It's like putting heavy shackles on the bones, and the blood is not very smooth. I'm used to the faint aura circulating in the body, and the sudden disappearance makes the whole body heavy.

"Are you... are you a Taoist..."

Someone murmured an inquiry very close to him.

Qian Yichen didn't know whether to nod, dragged his heavy body and turned around with difficulty, and saw an unexpected face.

The man who stabbed him with the sword had honest and sincere eyes. He was wearing a plain cream-colored robe, but instead of a long sword in his hand, he was holding a whisk. He was so clean that he didn't fit into this world.

"I can smell the smell of a monster on your body." The Taoist priest who was full of immortality said again, and the whisk held in his right hand moved.

It is safer to admit the identity of a monk than to be treated as a monster!

Qian Yichen stared nervously at the immortal and shook his head: "No, no, how could I be a monster. Fellow Daoist..."

The other party smiled slowly, and swept his palm towards his chest: "It's easy to handle if you are a monk."

Qian Yichen lost all his spiritual power, no different from ordinary people, he barely avoided to the other side: "What are you doing?!"

"Kill all the cultivators in the world!"

The murderous aura surged up from the Daoist priest with the temperament of an exile, and his offensive was not reduced by half. The frost-colored robe fluttered with the wind, and the coldness washed away the heat in the mountain.

Qian Yichen fled to the depths of the dense forest in a panic, trying to hide his body with trees.It seems that it was not an illusion that he was stabbed just now, that sword can lock spiritual power.

Daoist Shuangyi's speed was not hindered by fallen branches and leaves, and he did not give up after running out of the border of the Black Mountain. He followed him like a shadow, and suddenly accelerated when he was about to catch up.

The scene in front of Qian Yichen was violently turbulent, the withered and yellow branches and leaves affected by the drought gradually disappeared, and the soft green that the plants should have in this season was restored, extending all the way to both sides of the mountain road, but was cut off by a clean shadow!

The Frost-clothed Immortal smiled, and there was a gorgeous smell. He stepped over the dead branches and leaned over, and could reap a mortal's life with a flick of his finger: "Do you have any last words?"

"Yes, why did you kill me?" Qian Yichen was used to facing threats to his life, so he asked quite calmly.

"As soon as you enter the Taoist sect, you will cut off love and love. You abandon the lover you get along with and become a fairy, and I specialize in cleaning up these monks who violate human relations. The world's admiration for Taoism is to seek longevity, and even abandon their wives and children." Immortal flicked the fly whisk plausibly, "Don't try to lie to me, I saw you kiss that person and then leave him. Hmph, such a heartless person deserves death."

Qian Yichen: "...you are also a cultivator, why didn't you commit suicide first?"

It should be an auditory hallucination, which has nothing to do with human relations at all, right? !His luck is really good, he can come across a Taoist version of "Kill all the heartless people in the world" if he goes out and walks around.

"I'm not fickle, why should I die?" The immortal raised his whisk and brushed it against his cheeks, causing a little itchiness.

Qian Yichen asked back: "How many people have you killed?"

"not yet."

"Brother just debuted? Then you..."

Qian Yichen suddenly saw a touch of red on the tree behind him that he didn't have time to hide, so he stopped what he wanted to say and changed it to: "He Lanjiu, come down for me!"

The thick green leaves were as quiet as self-deception, and the scarlet cloth was pulled into the leaves bit by bit to hide it.

"Your uncle, come out quickly!"

Accompanied by the angry call, He Lanjiu jumped down from the tree slowly, her clothes fluttering lightly.

Qian Yichen heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the tree trunk, two-on-one is better than being alone.

However, He Lanjiu's next words hit him hard: "This Taoist priest is wise, he is a well-known heartless man, as you have seen just now, he only seeks immortals, and pleases me only to capture and refine medicine." , I refused to obey, so he left."

"But..." He Lanjiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Qian Yichen's exasperated face, and added, "Please raise your hands high, after all, I still admire him."

When the immortal heard the last four words, his expression was slightly shaken, but he still shook his head: "I, Ji Fucha, vowed to kill all the monks in the world who cut off love for the sake of proving the Tao. Even if you are deeply affectionate, you can't..."

Qian Yichen: "..."

He's so silly, really.

He only knew that He Lanjiu was good at turning black and white, but he didn't know that he was so shameless!

...Wait, wait, what did the immortal say his name was just now?

"Ji Fu Tea? The Ji Fu Tea of ​​Qiyaozong?"

Immortal paused, and flicked his whisk to reveal his murderous hands: "Even if I've heard my name, I can't change my plan."

He Lanjiu walked to Qian Yichen's side, and hugged his shoulder intimately: "I'm just joking, enough trouble, rest."

"Yes, yes, we are doing well!" Qian Yichen hugged his neck cooperatively and kissed him on the forehead, fearing that the kiss would not be sincere enough, he gnawed it again.

He Lanjiu accepted it with a smile, but a small foxfire sprang up from his fingertips and rushed towards Ji Fucha: "I mean you. It's enough to make a joke to this extent. I really enjoy his initiative, but I was forced to come out." It's no use showing favors."

"Tsk." Ji Fucha stopped uninterestedly, "Being told the truth makes people lose interest. Hey, who are you? Everyone in the sect only knows my Dao name, where did I hear my real name?"

There are many rules and regulations in the famous sect of Taoism, not to mention the Qiyao Sect, the largest sect in the world, all of them call each other Taoist titles. Even if the empty raccoon Taoist Jiang Que is a half-way cultivator who came from a wild place, his master always calls him an empty raccoon.

Qian Yichen broke free from He Lanjiu's embrace without hesitation, wiped his mouth by the way, and said seriously: "If you are really Ji Fucha, get out of here quickly, if not, don't wander around with this name, there are monsters looking for you, Once we meet, there will be more bad luck than good luck."

"Who says I'm not!" Ji Fucha unexpectedly showed an angry look, extremely disgusted when someone questioned his identity, "You don't recognize me, don't you recognize this whisk?"

...Unfortunately, none of them recognize it.

Qian Yichen murmured silently in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to listen to the explanation quietly.

"I practice medicine, and Yu Fuchen sweeps away the stale air, understand?" Ji Fucha put away the mischievous look just now, and there was a bit of arrogance when he glanced at him.

Qian Yichen looked carefully at Yushan Fuchen, and finally he could see the demeanor of the chief disciple of Qiyaozong.

Ordinary dust whisks have silk or animal hair attached to the front end, which are common materials anyway, but this handle is completely different. The sun shines through the forest leaves and falls on the front fringe, and a fine and well-defined silver brilliance flashes immediately.

Exquisite and meticulous, it makes people wearing frost-colored robes look invincible...

Judging by the confident appearance of this person, and the haunting around Shuzhou is also in line with Lan Zhong's news, it should be him.

Qian Yichen somewhat dispelled some doubts, and emphasized: "If you are really Daoist Ji himself, you can go back to the sect, or hide in a place where others can't find it. In short, leave Shuzhou quickly!"

Ji Fucha straightened out his fly whisk in an unhurried manner: "Why?"

"Not to mention, there are monsters..."

"Am I afraid of those things?"

"You practice medicine, and you're not good at fighting." Qian Yichen blurted out his answer, thinking that there was the entire Qiyaozong sitting behind him, and even if he couldn't beat him, he could ask his juniors to join him. It's impossible for everyone in the Qiyaozong to study medicine , suddenly lost his temper.

Do you want to ask the number one immortal sect of cultivation to help out...

He Lanjiu leaned against the tree with folded arms and rested with her face full of nothing to do, and suddenly asked, "Why do you want to stay?"

"I'm here to find someone, and I won't leave until I see him!" Ji Fucha angrily turned around and walked away, "By the way, I haven't found the hook lamp yet, why am I wasting time here with you guys?" ? All go, hurry up!"

He muttered in a very impatient manner, as if his personality would change drastically when he was involved in a certain aspect, and he would no longer have the calm and breezy temperament of the banishing fairy.

Qian Yichen got closer, and asked a lot: "Is Gou Deng your Taoist companion?"

Ji Fucha's irritable temperament immediately cooled down!After a long silence, he said softly, "That's a little beast."

This kind of words seems to be incompatible with the status of the chief disciple of Qiyaozong, but Qian Yichen didn't have time to care about the sense of disobedience, so he took a few steps to catch up with him: "Do you want to think about it differently, maybe that person already left?"

Ji Fucha categorically denied: "Impossible, he is definitely here."

Qian Yichen accepted the plan to dissuade him, and looked at He Lanjiu helplessly.

--How to do?

——I can only follow!Even if he can't beat Lan Zhong, blocking his actions shouldn't be a problem.

Their eyes met in the air for a moment, and then they understood what was in their hearts.

Although he wasn't sure what Ji Fucha's ability was to open up the market, since Lan Zhong wanted this person by name, he couldn't let him take the order.

But Ji Fucha will not leave Shuzhou unless he sees that little beast hooking up the lamp...

Qian Yichen was walking on the mountain road, and vaguely smelled adultery.

Of course, he still has another choice, which is to strike first and kill Ji Fucha before the end of Lan, so that no one will be able to open Shixu again, and the world will be peaceful.

This idea came up as a joke, Qian Yichen was out of breath climbing the steep mountain road, and proposed: "Can you unlock my locked spiritual power?"

Ji Fucha didn't turn her head back: "I'm not going to kill you anymore, why are there so many demands?"

...Brother, you haven't actually killed anyone, have you?

Qian Yichen began to think about the idea of ​​being rejected.