Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The magic energy dissipated, revealing the person wrapped in it. Against the background of the magic pattern, his ordinary and upright face became a little weird. He had already lost his mind, and his eyes were cloudy.

Feng Tinghan whipped his whip horizontally, and deliberately withdrew some force, this man can't die yet.

He originally guessed that the fallen devil was Jiang Wuyi, the second master of the Jiang family, but he didn't expect that the truth was beyond his expectation.

Although most of the demonic energy on the fallen man's body had dissipated, he couldn't maintain the black mist covering the battle situation around him, but the condensed demonic energy at Feng Tinghan's feet and the part that spread out from him as the center did not diminish.

For a while, there was a strange scene of prosperity and decline intertwined and confronted.

Fu Siqian couldn't see clearly from a distance, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to it. He was all alone, and once again he was blinded to reality.

All of a sudden, the devilish energy on the fallen devil's body suddenly surged, and it rushed towards Feng Tinghan like a tide.

Fu Siqian took a tight breath, and by the time he realized it, his body had already rushed out spontaneously.

Devil energy will intrude on the Dao heart, draw out the deepest dark desires in the heart, and then breed demons, which is something that all righteous practitioners can't avoid.Fu Siqian wanted to push Feng Tinghan away and block the attack of demonic energy for him, but before he walked in front of the person, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

"Patriarch Jiang?!"

The person in front of him with a face covered by magic lines is clearly the current head of the Jiang family, Jiang Qingru's father, Jiang Wenyi!

The exclamation attracted Jiang Wenyi's attention. He was a fallen man who had lost consciousness. He had almost no ability to think and act.

Naturally, Fu Siqian would not be so stupid as to reason with the current Jiang Wenyi. He drew back and wanted to retreat, but he didn't know what happened. Suddenly, a vortex appeared under his feet, and the dark devilish energy gurgled, sticking to his feet. He couldn't move an inch.

Naturally, he couldn't avoid Jiang Wenyi's body that was rushing towards him.

At the very moment, Fu Siqian heard Feng Tinghan calling him, he looked up and saw a sword falling from the sky, falling into his arms.

"Master, block it first, and I will help you after I solve these entangled demonic energy."

Time was running out, and Fu Siqian couldn't afford to think, so he immediately drew his sword and slashed away.

The sword is the familiar sword - Zheri.

Because he is not the master of Zheri, Fu Siqian felt that he could not drive the Excalibur, so he only regarded it as a medium to exert his own power, so he used [-]% to [-]% of his strength, making up his mind to defeat Jiang Wen, who fell into the devil with one blow. one.

Blazing fire and golden spiritual power intertwine into a thread, flowing out from Fu Siqian's fingertips, slowly climbing up to the sun, and then circling around the jet-black scrap iron-like sword body, like vines climbing up a wooden frame, circle after circle inch by inch roam.

Suddenly the golden light shines brightly, the black shell covering the sun is shattered into slag, and the lustrous and pure golden light dispels the demonic energy. Following the movement of Fu Siqian's slashing, the faint streamer on the sword turns into a flying dragon. Jiang Wen opened his mouth wide and roared loudly.

Jiang Qingru came from a distance, only had time to roar and shout: "Don't!"

However, this sword has already been chopped off.

The golden light condensed Youlong opened his mouth and directly swallowed everything in front of him, including Jiang Wenyi, who fell into the devil, and then the Youlong exploded into scattered pieces of light, and wherever the shattered light touched, everything burned Start a fire.

Jiang Qingru fell from mid-air, howling terribly.

Jiang Wenyi, the patriarch of the Jiang family, was beheaded and killed right away before the conclusion of the demonic possession was confirmed.

Fu Siqian withdrew his hand in a daze. He stood in the endless sea of ​​flames, like a fairy born from the flames. Looking at the shining sword in his hand, he felt the power from the sword. Spiritual power.

Everything around him was engulfed by the fire, and the vortex of demonic energy under his feet had disappeared. The wind heard the cold and the wind was coming, and he looked at the sun-shielding sword in his hand with a faint look.

Fu Siqian was stunned for a while, and seeing Feng Tinghan subconsciously relying on him, he asked, "Why can I open the Sunshade?"

He activated the Sun-shrouding Excalibur, or in other words, he activated the power that can destroy heaven and earth in the Excalibur.

Strangely, the power contained in the Excalibur is very powerful, but Fu Siqian did not realize the depth of that power, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking his temptation.

To put it another way, he felt the power contained in the Sunshine Sword, but only a part of that power was open to him. As a part he could feel, it had not actually reached the level of destroying the world, which is the so-called "false prosperity".

Fu Siqian secretly slandered, this thing is not as powerful as Yin Su said, at most it can split a mountain, but it is impossible to split the sky.

As Feng Tinghan approached, a sticky black tone poured into his body little by little, from the soles of his feet upwards, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and a pond fish pondering the depths.

Only Feng Tinghan knew that all the devilish energy under the battle came from him, and the devilish vortex that stuck to Fu Siqian before was also caused by the mutual attraction and fusion of his devilish energy and Jiang Wenyi's devilish energy.

He was surprised in his heart, this phenomenon can only explain one thing, this devilish energy has the same origin as him.

But he had never seen Jiang Wenyi before, how could Jiang Wenyi have his devilish energy on him?

Feng Tinghan put this matter on hold for the time being, thinking about resolving the Jiang family's affairs, he rushed towards the sea of ​​flames, staring at Fu Siqian standing in it from afar.

The expression on that familiar face was tranced, surprised and doubtful, and Feng Tinghan's heart tightened when he saw it. This kind of expression was not suitable for this person, so he gave Fu Sigan a hug: "Master, don't be afraid."

They depend on each other in the sea of ​​fire, like a pair that cannot be separated.

Fu Siqian gently closed his eyes and relaxed his body. He knew that Feng Tinghan could see his fear and panic, and see the turbulent waves hidden under his calm surface.

He is very happy.

The surrounding fires fed on the dissipated demonic energy, and burned everything around without leaving a trace. They ignited abruptly and then extinguished themselves, like a passing guest lingering on the flowers and leaves without touching his body.

The romantic guest only took away the magic energy of interest, and did not provoke other things.

Jiang Qingru was startled and suspicious. Two events of his father's infatuation and his father's killing were in front of him at the same time. He should draw his sword and fight Fu Siqian to the death, but he should silently bear the revenge of killing his father. In between, he couldn't react at all.

At this moment, another person stepped out from the ruins of the split wooden house, and it was Jin Wuyi, who was emaciated.

Compared to before, he is in worse condition now, his skin and flesh have shrunk, his eyes are empty and empty, and he can only stare in a certain direction unconsciously, as if he has been drained of energy, and he has aged dozens of years overnight.

It's like dying.

Feng Tinghan frowned inexplicably, a guess floated in his mind.

Fu Siqian heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head from Feng Tinghan's arms, lying in his apprentice's arms was a bit embarrassing, just now his mind was too busy to take care of it, now that he came back to his senses, Fu Siqian only felt his face was hot, as if he had been scalded, He suddenly jumped to the side, raising his hand to return the sun cover to Feng Tinghan.

Unexpectedly, the moment he had this idea, the sword in his hand moved. The sun-shielding sword seemed to know his intentions in advance, and it instantly turned into a stream of light. When he was not prepared, it got into his dantian and forced it there. Settled home.

This is simply more rogue than forcing a seal!

Fu Siqian was so angry that he wanted to drive that thing out of his dantian, but he tried a lot but failed. Zhe Ri'an stayed in his dantian Lingfu safely, familiar with the road, as if they had married a long time ago. .

Fu Siqian especially wanted to ask, did this thing learn from Qu Guizhu?Looking at the face, seeing one loves the other, before he was desperate to form seals with Feng Tinghan, but now he is running towards his dantian.

Bah, scumbag!

Not far away, while treating Jiang Qingwan's wound, Qu Guizhu, who was lamenting the battle situation here, sneezed several times in succession, secretly slandering: What the hell, who cares about her so much, it's not safe for her to save someone.

Jiang Wu kept talking to himself, his hands were trembling, and he sat down at the door of the wooden house. No matter what other actions he made, Jiang Qingru called him several times, but he didn't seem to hear him.

Feng Tinghan let go of Jiu Mie, straightened out the folds accumulated on his sleeves during the fight, and said hesitantly, "Jiang Wuyi seems to have become a fool?"

Jiang Qingru withdrew from her grief, staggered to Jiang Wuyi, lay on his knees, tears streaming down her face: "Second Uncle, what's going on, how could Father..."

This idiot is literally, a real idiot.

Jiang Wu rubbed his hands together, and smiled foolishly, Ren Jiang Qingru didn't respond to anything, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, completely isolated from the outside world.

Young Master Jiang was cut out of his mother's womb. He lost his mother when he was young. He never saw life and death when he was growing up, and he never thought that Jiang Wenyi, who was in his prime, would suddenly leave him. Such a blow that Jiang Qingru lay on the only elder's lap and cried directly.

He is a delicate flower who has not experienced wind and rain, and the umbrella protecting him above his head has been overturned.

Fu Siqian suddenly felt a bit like a prophecy. He just gave Jiang Qingru the meaning of "burning", and the fire that burned the little phoenix followed immediately.

Hope for rebirth in Nirvana, hope that the young master will not die in this fire.

People from outside the courtyard rushed in, and they made way for an old man with gray beard and hair. Jiang Qingru looked up, stopped crying for a moment, and kowtowed respectfully.

The old man helped him up himself, and patted his hand reassuringly: "My dear grandson, don't be afraid."

Fu Siqian: "..."

He glanced at Feng Tinghan beside him, and gave a very light snort.

Because of this "My dear grandson, don't be afraid", Feng Tinghan looked embarrassed, remembering what he said just now, "Master, don't be afraid", and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, what should I say, this taste is quite sour So cool, I even want to do it again.

Fu Siqian knew what he was thinking at a glance, and immediately sneered: "I regard you as my wife, but you want to be my ancestor?"

He gritted his teeth in this sentence, obviously influenced by Yin Su's "wife theory" before, he made up his mind to crucify Feng Tinghan as his wife's image.

"Ma'am?" Feng Tinghan's face turned hot, he only thought of the identity of the name, and didn't think about other meanings, "It's just as long as the master likes it."

What Fu Siqian said was right, Feng Tinghan was awkward, and occasionally he could confess his feelings, but most of the time he said he didn't want to.For example, now, he is obviously very happy in his heart, but he still has to pretend to be "since you want it so much, I will reluctantly agree to you".

Fu Siqian smiled meaningfully: "Of course I like it."

These two are the elders of the Jiang family. Now Jiang Wenyi has been chopped off by his sword, and Jiang Wuyi has become a fool again. Fu Sigan was still worrying about how to deal with this matter. The person in charge.

Jiang Qingru was sore in her heart, she held back her tears and shouted: "Old Ancestor, my father, he..."

This so-called "Old Ancestor" is the elder of the Jiang family, Jiang Yijian, who is famous for his swordsmanship. He has lived for too long, and no one knows his name. There is only such a nickname. When there are many people, it is also counted as a name.

Jiang Yijian has shown up more and more in recent years, and the title of "Jiang's unborn genius" was also mentioned by him.

His expression was indifferent, and his eyes slowly moved across the faces of the people around him. He paused when he saw Fu Siqian, and just about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Feng Tinghan beside him, and his expression changed instantly: "You, you are——"

He stopped abruptly.