The host is always attacked [Quick Transmigration]

When the sound of the explosion came, Mu Feng subconsciously used his soul power to make a shield to surround the two of them.

I thought it would be fine after the explosion passed, but the moment the shock wave penetrated the shield and hit him, Mu Feng realized that those detonators were not explosive bombs in this world, but the main system used its own It is formed by the condensation of soul power.

And it was precisely because the main system wanted to die together, so at the same moment it exploded, it turned its remaining soul power into a sharp blade and attacked the two of them.

Mu Feng didn't know what happened to that person, he only moved lightly, his muscles and bones seemed to be disconnected and reconnected, he just wanted to breathe out of the pain.

【Dough, are you still there? 】Mu Feng didn't know if he hurt his eyes, or if he was in the dark, he couldn't see anything.

Coupled with being unable to move, as time went by, the panic in my heart and the anxiety about the unknown of how the person was injured became more and more serious.

He had to ask aloud, 【Dough? 】

But there was no response, and he was about to concentrate his consciousness to investigate the Conscious Sea Space, but just as soon as he had this idea, his head felt like a needle prick, and there was a rhythm that wanted to hurt him to death.

"Hiss..." No matter how much Mu Feng could bear it, he could not control the pain in this situation.

But the symptoms of the headache didn't lessen, on the contrary, it became more and more severe.

Just when Mu Feng thought he was going to be tortured to death, a dazzling pale golden light suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Mu Feng didn't even have time to see where he was, and at the same moment when the ray of light sank into the center of his eyebrows, his consciousness fell into the darkness again.

**

On Yunmu Peak, the second peak of the Wuji Sect, there are two groups of people fighting with each other.

On one side was a round-faced young man wearing a white narrow-sleeved brocade robe, pointing his sword straight at the opposite side, and on the other was a middle-aged man wearing a dark brocade robe embroidered with dark golden patterns.

Behind the middle-aged man was a large group of people, all glaring at the young man, but stopped because of the restraint flashing pale golden streamer in front of him, he could only grit his teeth and look at the opposite person.

"Wen Linzhi, don't you even listen to the words of the head?" A young man in white beside the middle-aged man took a step forward, and said with a righteous face: "The Fengling Grass Demon has already It has been proven that it is Wen Renzun's love calamity, and he is doing a lot of evil now, why do you stop us from doing it for him?"

"Could it be that you are also with that evildoer?"

"Heh, Li Xiuwen, don't think that I don't know what your plan is. Which one of you is not doing the business of stealing people's treasures under the banner of killing demons and demons!"

Wen Linzhi glared at Li Xiuwen viciously, with a face full of sarcasm, "Now that sounds nice, don't you still want to use the Wind Spirit Grass to wash your tendons and marrow!"

"Bah, do you dare to say that you haven't thought about it that way?" Li Xiuwen narrowed his eyes, and suddenly showed a look of enlightenment, "You defend that evildoer so much, is it because it promises you something good?"

"Okay," Jian Wenlinzhi was about to retort, and the headmaster raised his right hand to stop the two people who were arguing, "No matter what, we should get rid of this evildoer before Wenren comes back, otherwise Wenren will never be dead." further possibilities."

If Wen Linzhi hadn't seen clearly the greed that flashed in the head's eyes, he would really have thought that the other party was doing it out of respect.

But he knew that each of them said that they were doing it for the good of the Supreme Being, but no one ever asked the Supreme Being if they wanted their favor.

Just like they had previously forced that person to be covered in bruises on their own initiative, if His Majesty hadn't arrived in time, he might not be able to save that person even if there were ten more Wind Spirit Grass.

If that was the case, Wen Linzhi glanced at the group of people following the head one by one, seeing that they were either lowering their heads to avoid sight, or pretending to be calm, he sneered from the bottom of his heart, I am afraid that they will not be able to make up for it even if they die Come.

"Senior brother, why bother talking nonsense." A short, black and thin man took out a strangely shaped utensil from the lapel, eager to try it out: "I brought Po for a while, just break the restriction and go in."

Seeing that the sect leader hesitated a little, he rolled his eyeballs, and his face was brightly flattered, "Even if he Wen Renyun comes back by then, can he still attack his master and fellow disciples? No matter what he said Today's achievements are all due to senior brother!"

The man's words made the leader slightly stunned, and then he thought, yes, if he had refused to accept the unqualified Wen Renyun like other sects did, and gave him a lot of resources, he would have become a leader long ago. The loess is gone, where is the prestige of today?

What he's doing now is only for his own good, as long as he gets rid of that person, won't he be able to pass this tribulation period and ascend to a true immortal soon!When the time comes, it will be too late for him to thank himself, so how can he come to trouble himself?

Thinking about it this way, the headmaster's expression became more and more determined.

Seeing this, the man quickly put the utensil in the shape of a sharp blade in the front half and a bowl in the second half in front of him, and then poured the various medicinal powders from his sleeve into the bowl.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, I will borrow your blood essence." Although it is blood essence, it is actually only blood with spiritual power. This is different from heart blood, blood from the palm of your hand can also be used.

Seeing that the sect leader was slightly puzzled, the black and thin man chuckled and complimented, "The higher the level of blood essence poured into this burst, the better the effect of breaking the formation."

The sect leader heard the meaning of the other party's words, and saw that the other party was indeed trying to break the formation faster, so he pointed at the palm of his hand, and the blood flowed directly into the bowl.

When the seemingly small bowl was filled with fresh blood, the head's face turned pale.

But after all, it is the power of the transformation stage, and the effect of the blood essence is naturally not comparable to that of the black and thin man in the Yuanying stage. It only took less than half a cup of tea, and the restriction was broken.

Before the head and the others had time to be happy, Wen Linzhi pointed his murderous sword straight at his heart.

Everyone quickly responded with moves. Under the offensive of those people scrambling to be the first, Wen Linzhi was already retreating steadily, except for taking advantage of it by surprise at the beginning.

When Li Xiuwen took the opportunity to slap him again, Wen Linzhi, who happened to be stopped by several other people, was completely unprepared and hit the wall behind him, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

The next moment, a sword glowing with cold light rested on his neck.

Since there was still a little blood in his mouth, Wen Linzhi couldn't help but moved slightly to spit out the blood, blood was already oozing from his neck.

"If you don't want to die, don't move any more!" The person holding the sword was not polite, as if Wen Linzhi would move his head if he moved again.

The head of the sect moved slightly, and the rest of the people ran to the room behind Wen Linzhi one by one.

I thought that person would definitely be here, but I searched the entire Yunmu Peak, but couldn't find any trace of Fenglingcao.

"Tell me, where is the Wind Spirit Grass?!"

Seeing that the ground was covered in blood, Wen Linzhi also closed his eyes and refused to cooperate. The headmaster angrily kicked over the table beside him, and then snatched the whip from the elder of the Discipline Hall in a puzzled manner.

The whip is made of the toughest iron thorn vine. Not only is it not easy to break, it also has dense barbs on it. When the whip is jerked back, those barbs will be pulled out/come out again, each one stained with blood.

But the head of the sect is different from the previous elders of the Discipline Hall, he will not pick it up high, but will slowly pull back the whip as if pulling it, so those barbs left bloodstains on Wen Linzhi's body.

"Hey~" I don't know if it hurts to be stupid, but Wen Linzhi laughed out loud, "You will never try to find the Wind Spirit Grass, when Your Majesty returns, you will definitely regret what you did!"

Seeing this, the sect leader became even more angry, not only did the strength in his hands increase a lot, he even wrapped the whip with spiritual power, every time he hit the ground, his flesh was ripped open.

After venting for a while, seeing that Wen Linzhi passed out again, the head of the sect finally came back to his senses, threw the whip on the ground with disgust on his face, waved his big hand to make Wen Linzhi be thrown into a dark prison, and then turned and left torture hall.

At the same time, the Lingyun Pool in the forbidden area behind the Promise Sect suddenly became turbulent, and all the surrounding monsters who were drinking water ran away, and after a while, the pool became extremely quiet.

"Whoa!"

A figure wearing a blue robe embroidered with dark red patterns appeared from the water, the originally loose blue silk was gathered up automatically the moment he stepped on the shore, and after a while, it was half-armed and fixed on the top of his head by a white jade hairpin .

The boy's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and a dark light flashed in the dark green pupils.

"Dough."

After finishing the words, a white ball of hair appeared out of nowhere, and rubbed the boy's cheek very affectionately, "Kiss the host, I thought I would never see you again."

That Tuanzi uttered words, his voice was extremely soft and cute, like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

"I thought so too." I don't know what to think of, there was a flash of hatred on the young man's face, and it changed into a smile in the next second, "Do you know where he went?"

Bai Tuanzi froze suddenly, and then complained: "Dear host, why are you doing this, you don't even ask if there is anything wrong, you only care about that person!"

"Aren't you okay?" The boy raised his eyebrows, and the red mole on the tip of his nose moved slightly, "You're changing the subject."

"Dough, what happened to him?"